Chèrrie

The B Word

For context: this story happens following the teaser, except Alara (your Kiraz) is a 2 year old baby and can speak very little (most babbles). I hope when I write the dialogues in the children's part (not only on this but all stories), you have in mind that maybe they stumble in words or not say it all correctly because well... they're kids. Especially a 2 year old baby. But I thought to keep writing the same way so it's understandable. Neyse, hope you enjoy.

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"Bbb-baba", a child voice babbles. "B-bbbabababa", she points to the male figure looking at her with curiosity, as she can barely stand on her tiny two feet. Eda doesn't know where or how, but her baby just invaded her press interview and just like that started spilling what she painfully tried to hide. Her baby, a barely 2 year old little girl named Alara, had somehow got loose of the babysitter, and walked her way to the little stage they had set for the night. Eda's first thought was of panic scared her baby would hurt her knee or fall down, but when she heard what Alara was babbling she couldn't keep her heart from pounding anymore. The scare switched its reason. Serkan looked at that tiny human being, pointing at him repeatedly and babbling something he must have definitely misheard, and was confused. Anaylizing her in that brief second, he recognized those big expressive brown eyes. They were Eda's eyes and he knew he could never be mistaken of that. He looked at Eda, to find her staring at the child with a scared semblance, and her wide eyes resembling the little girl in front of them. "Bebek", she quickly whispers. "Ne yapiyorsun?", she looks up trying to find the babysitter that quickly got up and carried the baby away. Eda pasted a fake smile and turned back to the audience, ignoring Serkan's confused semblance, and told them she wrapped up. She couldn't keep doing this, not after this. Of course she couldn't come to Istanbul, to be under the same roof as Serkan Bolat for a few minutes at night, let alone bring her CHILD with her, and not expect him to see. Did she think she could manage to hide? Well, she thought she did. She even hired a babysitter to stay with Alara as she quickly talked to the reporters and finished what should be one of the hardest things she's ever done in her life: face Serkan Bolat again, two years later after she left with his child in her belly. And to make it worse, her baby was miles away from her dad. And even worse, her baby just miraculously took a few steps and yelled "Baba" in his face. Twice. Dumb, stupid, dumb.

Eda left the stage in a hurry as Serkan quickly wrapped it all up to, most likely, follow her. Eda grabbed Alara and carried her away as a shit ton of emotions mixed inside her heart. She felt someone following them and she couldn't dare looking back. She didn't have to, because quickly she felt her baby babbling and she knew what Alara was saying. She was trying to call baba. She even motioned her arm to him, trying to communicate with him, tell him to come too. Serkan was intrigued. Who was that baby and why did she get fixated on him? He looked back and there was no one behind, he'd scanned the room before too, but there was just him. The little girl was talking and pointing at him. And sadly he couldn't stop and ask Eda why. She felt shy tears rolling and she would not be able to face him right now. "Not now, God, please", she weeped as she walked (ran) as fast as she could in heels and not falling or stumbling with her baby in her arms. "Eda!", she ignored his calls and kept fastening up her pace. He knew, he had to know. He couldn't not know. He was coming after her to ask, to confirm, to scold her, God, to confront her. He would want to know why, he would want to take her child from him, he would... she was bawling with endless possibilities but then she stopped. That wasn't her Serkan. Was he? But he was a different man when she left. And he sure looked different now. She got to the front, and thank God the producer had called for her car as soon as she stepped out of the stage (something Eda had set up with the woman herself earlier, in case she needed to run away — don't blame her). Serkan got closer just in time to see Eda's profile, and he saw pretty perfectly she was crying. And the sleepy baby in her arms. He decided she wouldn't stop, she wouldn't talk to him, so he stood there, in the shadow of a bush, and saw her leave once again.