Sorry seems to be the hardest word

Part 5 "Closer...."

After putting Yusuf to bed, telling stories and cuddling, they went to their room. Both uneasy and tense, sat on the couch.

That conversation was the longest and the hardest of all they had in their lives. Both felt everything had to be said and explained, otherwise there was no point in trying. It was past one when Seher sat tired on the chair by the desk. Broken glass on the floor, from the cup she threw at the wall, crunched under her feet. She felt exhausted but somehow freed. She opened up her heart to Yaman, he spoke from his, they cleared themsleves and somehow the burden was relieved. Now then wanted to learn to live from the start. For them and for the child. Both knew there's love in their hearts for each other, both bravely talked about it, both were ready to fight for it.

Yaman was sitting on the couch looking at his wife.

-We need to paint that wall - he said pointing at the coffee stain.

Seher looked up and smiled embarrased. She stood up and came up to the man. She reached out her hand to him. He took it immediately and stood up.

-It's late, everybody's asleep. We should too.

He lifted her hand and kissed it softly. Seher touched his beard and slowly turned to the bedroom.

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Seher opened her eyes and looked at the watch - four thirty- she definitely felt like sleeping a little bit more but her eyes fell on Yaman sleeping on the couch. His long legs were sticking out beyond the couch. His pjs shirt went up high and she could see his stomach, and for a moment she got carried away by her imagination.

She sighed agitated and pulled the covers up to her chin and turned around. Tried to go back to sleep but her thoughts were unambiguous and finally she gave up. She turned again and shamelessly concentrated on Yaman sleeping peacefully, totally unaware of the images in her mind, which he'd never suspect herself about. She felt hot under her covers so she pushed them aside and tried to cool herself down. Drowned in her thoughts she fell asleep.

An hour later Yaman opened his eyes. For the first time in a very long time he felt relaxed and well rested. Scratching his chest he realized it's because he could breathe easily. Turned his head towards the bed where the reason of his peace was supposed to be.

Seher slept sweetly, stretched out on the bed with her hair all over the pillow. Massive cloud of brown locks surrounded her face, making it the most beautiful morning wake up view ever.

He propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her pink pyjamas. One leg was up and he followed the sight from her small feet, to her shin, covered with pink satin knee, then thigh, hip and then bewitched he discovered her belly button peeking out the fabric. Yaman felt a sudden blood rush and his body temperature has risen.

He felt that before.... sometimes, surely never uttered his thought but he would sell his black soul to the devil to wake up next to her in one bed and feel her in his arms. Hold her without worries, as if it was the most natural thing for him to do. In his darkest moments he imagined Seher coming to him and cuddling him, whispering softly.

He was lying calmly when he heard Seher mumbling quietly. Turned to her and realized she was dreaming. Her arm lying overhead slowly went down to her neck, between her breasts and down to her stomach. Yaman froze completely. She was dreaming and obviously it was a good dream. He was mesmerized and delighted with the view. She dipped her cheek in her hair and to his surprise, he saw her hand touching her skin on the belly and he heard her whispering....

- Yaman.....

He opened his mouth in surprise. His throat dried completely and he coughed suddenly. The girl woke up and lifted her head, looking around unconsciously. He managed to lie back down and closed his eyes before she looked his way. Seher moaned and buried herself up in the sheets.