The House Where Love Grows

Chapter Nineteen

Can was still fuming as he drove back to the agency to drop off his Dad. Aziz had been in the phone for most of the drive back with the person that he had hired to investigate Mr.Chavez. The conversation sounded as if they were talking about a possible con man, or someone that had been leading a life in the mafia. Can looked at his Dad after the call ended, " Dad, do you really think that this man is working for someone, or is he just our to ruin our lives." He asked. Aziz shook his head, " I'm not sure yet, but we will find out. They already know that he had only been out of prison for a short time, so I'm wondering how he landed such a good job with a record." 

" Can, don't worry, the people I have working on this are very capable, we'll get to the bottom of this and soon." His father said, patting him on the shoulder. Can had all the faith in the world in his Dad, so he would let him take over and make this all go away. Aziz clapped his hands together, " Ok enough of this talk, what is the plan for our boys birthday. He's turning 8 years old so he growing up fast." He replied. Can hadn't even thought about his birthday with all that had been going on, " Dad I'm not sure, but I know Sanem will have something fun planned. To be honest with you my mind hasn't been able to think of anything but this case." Can admitted, his voice full of sadness.

Can dropped off his Dad in the parking garage of the agency, but he had decided not to go up to the office. He called Deren and told her he was taking the rest of the day off. "The meeting ran longer than I expected, and it's almost time to pick up Beni from school, so I'll just see you in the morning." He explained. Deren was curious about the meeting, and the fact that Can was so secretive about it. But she knew Can and he would tell her only if he wanted to her know. 

Can had taken that fifteen minute drive to Benis school to get his head straight. He couldn't let Beni see how upset he was. Beni would pickup on his mood instantly, so he went about burying all those feelings he had felt just an hour ago and put on a smile as he pulled up in front of the school. Beni was always full of energy, and this day was no different as she came bounding to the truck. He was excited about something, Can could tell. " Dad, I want to bring my scrapbook to school with me tomorrow, do you think that would be ok. I have been telling my friends about  the  camera you gave me and how I've been taking pictures,....and they want me to take their pictures." He blurted out with excitement. 

Can patted him on the back, " Slow down Beni, you're talking to fast." His Dad said. Can smiled, "So have you been bragging about yourself?" Can said, looking at him with squinted eyes. Beni shifted his eyes away, " I don't think so, but I did tell them how good you said my photos were." He replied. Can couldn't help but laugh, " Well you're right, I did say they were very good, but you shouldn't tell other people how good they are." Beni shook his head in agreement, " Ok but can I bring it?" He insisted. " And I would like to bring my camera one day too, but I know you probably wouldn't let me....

Can felt his heart drop, " Why wouldn't I let you?" He asked, wondering why he would think that. Beni looked at him with those big brown eyes, " Well, because that really is your camera, and you just let me borrow it. And you used it for your work all those years ago, so I think it's might be special to you." He explained, his voice sounding sad. Those words seemed to hurt Can more than they should have as he looked intently at his son. The resemblance to the man he had just sat across the table from a couple of hours ago was remarkable. He knew there was a very good chance that Mr. Chavez was Beni's father, but in his heart and soul, Beni was his son.

Beni had gotten the ok from both his parents to take his scrapbook to school the next day, so he spent the entire evening after dinner, arranging and rearranging the photos that were inside and placing the new pictures he had taken over the last weekend strategically in their proper place. They even had to force him to turn out his light and go to sleep. 

Sanem had been waiting for their time to turn in for the night, with the thoughts of what had happened that morning after breakfast still very fresh in her mind. Can had so many things running through his mind that when she suggested they turn in early the night he never pickup on the implication of what she was saying. Sanem hurried off up the stairs wanting to surprise him with a sexy little nighty that she had never worn before, and he did what he always did before going upstairs to bed, he checked the doors making sure they were locked before making his way to their bedroom..

With Sanem still in the bathroom, he stripped down to his boxers and crawled into bed. His head still going over that meeting he had with Mr. Soydan and Mr. Chavez, so many things that were tearing at his heart. He grabbed a book from the side table, " maybe if I read something I can get my mind off of it."  He thought desperately. He stared at the words on the page but he wasn't reading them. She startled him when she opened the bathroom door and walked into the dimly lit bedroom. He turned her way quickly, expecting to see her in his old T-shirt, but instead she was standing there in a silky red nightie. It was very revealing and left  nothing to the imagination. He gasped at the sight of her.....

She illuminated the whole room, as she walked slowly across the room to the bed. After all these years she could still make him lose his mind, as he watched her getting closer and closer. He was sure his month was hanging open and his eyes were bulging, and he wasn't sure if he was even breathing by the time she had reached their bed. 

She turned back the sheet and sat down on the edge of the bed, " What are you reading?" She asked, as she slowly rub her cream on her neck and down her arms. Can didn't answer, so she turned to look at him, " Can, what book are you reading?" She asked again. He seemed to be in a frozen state of astonishment, but he managed to place the book back on the side table, "Nothing, nothing at all.....Sanem, you look beautiful." He uttered, sounding completely juvenile. She smiled, " Well I was wondering if you were going to notice." she whispered, as she crawled across to his side of the bed.

He didn't want to blink his eyes for fear he was in a dream, so he gawked at her as if he was afraid of her.

Sanem smiled, " I thought we might take up where we left off this morning." She spoke softly as she ran her hands up his thigh and over his already expanding erection, and continuing on up his chest....He couldn't move..he couldn't speak.....and his breathing had taken on the sound of a wounded animal...

She looked at him and tilted her head, " Can, you do remember who I am don't you." She said......" And you do remember this morning, ...don't you?" She asked, her voice taking on that high-pitch of annoyance.......