Sorry seems to be the hardest word

Part 8 "Mine...."

Yaman was standing in the shower thinking about the day and smiling to himself. He liked family life, he liked going shopping with Yusuf and buy Seher presents. He took them to the aquarium and honestly he spent the most relaxing and joyful day in his entire life. Yusuf finally fell asleep on the back seat and Yaman stopped at the bay for a coffee.

- Tired? - he asked when they sat on a bench with hot coffee.

- Exhausted but very happy. - Seher smiled radiantly. - I dream about a long bath.

For a short moment Yaman got lost in an image of his wife sinking to her nose in fragrant bubbles in a steamy bathroom.

- I think he had a good time. We bought hundreds of books, he touched a sea lion and fed turtles. I wish I had that much energy. - Seher nibbled on a piece of croissant. She looked at the scarf on her neck.

- Thank you. It's so beautiful.

- You are beautiful....

She didn't look away. Still remembered their morning kiss and she felt a shiver going down her spine and he could see a lovely blush affecting her face. Shy by nature she couldn't overcome the irrational fear of closeness with this man but at the same time she never wanted anything more than repeating what they did. She considered thousands of scenarios in her mind, imagined every consequence and nothing really was reasonable enough to support her distancing.

She was his wife, she loved him, she has never told him that....

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Cold water chased him away from the bathroom. He sat on the bed trying to figure out how to tempt Seher to come to his room. He felt constant hunger. He couldn't concentrate on work and if he did, he'd usually end up missing Seher. He was crazy, crazy with love, with longing and craving. When he woke up with her next to him, he realized he found his long lost place in life. He wanted more, he wanted that every day and every night, he knew she felt the same only she was scared.

She was a virgin. He knew and felt double responsibility. He wanted to give her everything best, make her feel exceptional and longed for.

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The next morning he got up with a horrible headache. He was sweaty and sore. He called Cenger and asked for some painkillers but he felt it was something else. Before lunch he got so weak, he came back to his bedroom and without taking off his clothes, he fell on the bed.

Seher came back home from mother Nadire's and asked about Yaman and Yusuf. Neslihan told her the boy is with Adalet but she didn't know about Yaman. Seher went upstairs and found him sleeping, inflamed with fever. He barely opened his eyes. She ordered Cenger to call the doctor and took care of semiconscious man. She unbuttoned his shirt and gasping with exertion, took it off of him. She didn't dare to touch his pants.

- You have to help me - she groaned with effort trying to lift him. - I need you to sit for a moment. I have to cool you down. You have a fever, I need to.... - she went silent fighting with his weight. He looked at her with blind eyes and tried to smile.

- My life.... - he said.

- Mhm.... your life....now lie down.

She put cold compresses on his forehead nad wrists. She brought cold water and towels from the bathroom. His body was fiery. Twenty minutes later Cenger brought the doctor.

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She drove Yusuf to mother Nadire and for two days she hasn't left Yaman's room taking full care of him. He slept most of the time, sometimes opening his eyes and mumbling. She took her time watching him, learning by heart every wrinkle and spot on his skin.