The House Where Love Grows

Chapter Eighteen

By the time that Sanem had gotten the triplets down for their afternoon nap she was exhausted. She flopped down on the sofa ready for a rest, but for some reason she felt more than just tired, she was feeling like something was wrong. Can immediately popped into her mind, was there something wrong with Can? She sat up quickly on the edge of the sofa, that feeling of dread seeping slowly through her body. She grabbed her phone to look at the time, " It's 2:00, I'm sure he's at the office." She recited out loud to herself. She tried to shake off the feeling she had but it wouldn't go away. " I'll just call him, hear his voice and then I will know he's ok."  She reasoned.

The phone in Can's pocket vibrated making him jump. He had been staring at the man that wanted to ruin his life for 5 minutes now. He was trying to figure him out, the uneasiness of his posture, and the fact that he refused to look Can in the eye. All these things made Can thing there was more to this man than he wanted anyone to see. 

Can reached into his pocket for his phone to see who was calling. " My Love" appeared on the screen of the phone. Can felt a heat rise up in his body, a panic to be exact, as he stared at the phone. He knew he couldn't answer, but she would think something was wrong if he didn't. He glanced at Mr. Faruk, " I'm  sorry, but I really need to take this call, it won't take but a minute." He said as he stood and started to the door. Once he was in the hallway, away from everything that was going on he tapped the accept button, " Hello babe, is anything wrong." He asked, trying to keep his voice from sounding strained. Sanem was instantly relieved just to hear his voice, "Hello, no nothing is wrong, I just had a strange feeling like some thing may be wrong with you, so I had to call." She took a deep breath of relief. Can closed his eyes, hating that he had to lie to her, but he knew she wouldn't be able to handle what was going on. " No, nothing wrong with me, but I am in the middle of a very important meeting so I need to get back in there, ok.....I love you more than you know." Can spoke, his voice cracking with emotion.

She sat there for a few minutes deciphering their conversation. He seemed strange, she thought,  but he was in a meeting, but the way he said I love you was different. He always said that on the phone when the talked, but this time it sounded as if he was sorry for something. She shook her head, " Oh Sanem you're making something out of nothing."  She grabbed her notebook to jot down the events of the morning before the triplets woke up from their naps. This the only time she had to lose herself in writing was when they were asleep. 

She wrote everyday, keeping a journal of all the things that happened in her life. But this afternoon she was writing about Beni and his love for the camera and taking pictures. How cute he was when he asked to take photos of Luis and his team, she wrote, so professional sounding. She even wrote about the brief little encounter she had with her husband at the breakfast table, not anything that she would normally write about, but there had been something about this morning that made her feel different.. She felt the hair rise on her body as she remembered his touch, his breath on her skin as he kissed her neck. She shifted on the sofa, her body tingling at the thought of it..All of a sudden she wished he was home and it was time for bed...

Can stepped back into the room, glancing at his father, " Sorry, that was a call I had to take. Now where were we?" He stated, looking back across the table. Mr. Soydan cleared his throat, " Well, as I was about to explain, Mr. Chavez is more than willing to take this to court if that deems necessary." He said, but his voice lacked the confidence that he had before. Mr. Faruk leaned forward, giving the two gentlemen an intense look, " We have a certain protocol to follow in cases like this, for example the history of Mr. Chavez over the past 7 years. We will not simply hand over a child to a strange person just for the fact he may be his biological father." 

Mr. Soydan shifted nervously in his chair, " Of course, we had expected as much, so we have brought along the work history and living accommodations of Mr. Chavez." He replied, sliding a large manilla envelope across the table. Aziz slammed his hand down on top of the envelope making everyone jump, " Thank you but we will do our own investigation into the history of Mr. Chavez. I have my associates working on it as we speak. Not that we don't trust the information you have brought us, we just prefer to handle these things on our own." He spoke, letting them know that Aziz Divit wasn't a person to play with.

Can looked at his father, wondering if that was really true of was he just bluffing, but he wasn't about to let his doubt show on his face. Aziz shot him a look of assurance, letting him know that he had thing under control. Can smiled slightly as Mr. Chavez and his lawyer exchanged looks of apprehension. The meeting ended abruptly, with Mr. Soydan reminding them that Mr. Chavez was only in the country for short period of time, " We would appreciate a speedy investigation." The lawyer demanded as the stood to leave. 

Can stood quickly, " No, wait. I want to hear it from Mr. Chavez, why is he doing this. What  does he want, because I can't believe he is here just to rescue his long lost son."  The lawyer bristled at his words, " Mr. Divit, my client does not have to answer your questions, in fact all you need to know is that he is the biological father and he wants his son, end of story."  Can felt his Dads hand as it gripped his arm tightly,  " You are right, of course, but you can see my sons frustration with what is happening. I assure you we will know everything there is to know about Mr. Chavez here by the time my investigators are done." Aziz nodded politely to the two men as they moved toward the door.

" Oh yes, I almost forgot. We need a DNA analysis done as well. So if you could go to the lab at this address and have a sample taken from your client, I would appreciate it." Mr.Faruk told them, handing them a piece of paper with the address written on it. 

Can stood there trembling as the men walked out the door. " Why didn't you let him answer my question Dad? That man is not telling us the truth, I can feel it." Can blurted out, showing his frustration. 

Aziz knew his son all to well as he answered his question, " Because your way will not get us anywhere. It just may lose us that boy. Be patient and trust me." He said quietly. 

Can knew he was right, but nothing sounded better to him than to beat the truth out of "Mr. Chavez."..........