Can Yaman International Presents: Aşk ve Gurur~ Love and Pride

~ Epilogue ~

At the end of Chapter 18:  "I was never angry with you. I was irrational and jealous and dying from unrequited love," he grinned. "So what endearments am I allowed?" "Let me think. 'Sanem' for every day. 'My love' for Sundays. And 'goddess divine', but only on very special occasions." His index finger came up and traced my lower lip. "What should I call you when I'm annoyed? 'Mrs. Divit'?" "No. No, you will only call me that when you're completely, utterly and incandescently happy." He smiled, delighted with me, and his lips replaced his finger. I lifted my face to the sun, marveling at this amazing man and this beautiful life. At that moment, two beautiful, majestic birds soared into the never-ending blue sky. I knew they would be flying together. Inseparable for as long as they lived.

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Can:

"Come quick," Ayhan met me at the door.

My heart trashed against my ribs and I mentally went through my checklist while I ran through the door.

"No. No babies yet. Sorry! I forgot that you're a permanent resident of crazy town these days."

I sagged against the wall. "Why would you do that to me?"

"I am trying to save you, my favorite brother-in-law, don't tell Emre, from a fate most foul," she pronounced this as if she was delivering a Shakespearean soliloquy. "Sanem is in the kitchen," she widened her eyes comically.

"So?" I was trying to modulate my breathing. "I lost ten years of my life just now." The babies were not due yet but twins always came early.

"She's cooking," she said slowly like she was speaking to a child.

I stared at her perplexed.

"Oh my God! You've obviously never tasted her cooking if you're not alarmed." She made air quotes around "cooking".

I shrugged. "She's nesting. All the books say this is normal." All my shirts were now color- coordinated, and my sock drawer had never been neater. I thought it was adorable.

Ayhan threw her hands up. "Fine. Never say I didn't try to warn you."

I followed her into the kitchen. The cook stood aside with a dismayed and slightly horrified look on her face. My wife was industriously stirring something on the stove and humming to herself. From behind she didn't look pregnant at all. But when she turned, I could not help but smile every time I saw her giant stomach. I knew she was uncomfortable. Her ankles were swollen, and her back was making her miserable. She looked more beautiful than ever. I walked up behind her, wrapped my arms around her enormous middle and kissed her shoulder.

"Can!" She turned and kissed me enthusiastically.

"Whoa, guys take it down a notch, " Ayhan complained. "There are children present."

Sanem pulled away reluctantly. "One day, dear sister, you will fall in love and I will have my revenge."

"Too late," Ayhan whispered sounding dejected. I frowned but Sanem was pulling me to the stove.

"Look what I made," she said excitedly.

Ayhan whispered, "May the odds be ever in your favor," and ran out of the room.

I peered into the enormous pot and kept my face blank. I had never seen food that color in all my life. I was afraid to ask what it was supposed to be.

"Here," she put a spoon to my lips.

I tasted it and it was just as bad as Ayhan predicted. Maybe worse. I kept my expression neutral. The cook busied herself in another part of the kitchen but I could see her shoulders shaking with laughter. Sanem looked at me expectantly.