This Is Not A Fairytale ( Kaysun )✓

Chapter Eighteen

The first rays of dawn tiptoed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow upon the room. Suna stirred, her hand instinctively reaching for the warmth beside her. Kaya lay beside her, peacefully lost in dreams. The tenderness of the morning wrapped around them, cocooning them in a tranquil embrace.S

una couldn't help but admire the serenity etched on Kaya's sleeping face. His features softened in slumber, the lines of worry replaced by an innocence that made her heart flutter. She traced the curve of his cheek with her fingertip, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment.

As the sun continued its ascent, Kaya began to stir, his eyes fluttering open. The first thing he saw was Suna's gaze fixed upon him, a fond smile playing on her lips. The corners of his mouth curled into a sleepy grin as he greeted the morning.

"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice a velvety whisper.

"Morning," Suna replied, her fingers now tracing circles on his chest. "Sleep well?"

Kaya stretched, intertwining their fingers. "Like a baby. Your presence has that effect on me."

A blush painted Suna's cheeks, and she nestled closer to him. "Cheesy, but I like it."

He chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "Sometimes, cheesy is the way to go."

They lingered in bed, savoring the quietude that enveloped them. The early morning held a unique magic—a delicate dance between stillness and awakening. Suna couldn't resist the lure of a playful tease.

"Do you think our babies are morning people or night owls?" she wondered aloud.

Kaya chuckled, rubbing her back. "Considering our nocturnal burger adventure, they might lean towards night owls."

Suna laughed, imagining tiny, burger-loving night owls. "We'll have to stock up on chocolate-covered burgers then."

"Deal," Kaya agreed, sealing their imaginary pact with a gentle kiss.

As the morning unfolded, their conversation meandered through the realms of parenthood, dreams, and the simplicity of shared existence. Suna couldn't help but marvel at the quiet strength in Kaya's words, the reassurances that painted a vivid picture of their shared future.

"I hope that they'll have your eyes.." Suna mused, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest.

Kaya gazed into her eyes, a softness settling in his own. "I hope they inherit the best parts of both of us."

Their musings were interrupted by a gentle flutter from Suna's abdomen. It was subtle, yet it carried a promise—the subtle dance of life within. Suna's eyes widened with realization, and she placed Kaya's hand on her stomach.

"Feel that?" she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

Kaya's expression shifted from casual conversation to the profound acknowledgment of their unborn children. His hand rested on her abdomen, feeling the heartbeat of the burgeoning life within. The room became a sanctuary, the morning light filtering through as witness to this intimate connection.

"They're saying good morning too, huh?" Kaya remarked, a softness in his voice.

Suna nodded, her eyes shimmering with unspoken emotions. The quiet revelation of life blossoming within them united them in a shared moment of wonder. They remained in the gentle cocoon of the morning, basking in the promise and tenderness of impending parenthood.

As the clock continued its steady march, they finally decided to face the day. Suna reluctantly extricated herself from the warmth of the bed, while Kaya lazily stretched, a yawn escaping his lips. The room, now touched by the full brilliance of daylight, felt alive with the energy of possibilities.