Until I Found You

Part 25

"I was just thinking." Omer grinned as he held Kivilcim close, gently tracing patterns on her back. "You know," he said with a teasing smile, "with the two times we didn't use protection, I've managed to be two for two. Seems like I'm pretty effective at making babies with you."

Kivilcim laughed softly, a light blush coloring her cheeks as she playfully swatted his chest. "Oh, is that so?"

"Absolutely," Omer replied, his eyes twinkling. "I'd say I'm on a winning streak."

Kivilcim shook her head with a smile. "You're incorrigible, Omer. Crazy."

Omer was laughing as Kivilcim slowly began to get up. "I should probably take a shower and get ready," she said, stretching slightly.

Omer looked at her with a playful pout. "No, we're not done yet."

"Aşkım, I don't want to go at all..." Kivilcim turned to him. "But, Omer, I have to go to work. It's my first day back. What will people say if I go in late? And you have to go to the company too. The kids need to get ready. There's so much to do today. You get up too."

"No one can say anything to the new owner, Hayatim. Why don't you stay just a little longer?"

"No, Omer. You're crazy, don't get so used to staying up late. Get up." Kivilcim said running away from his grasp.

Omer's expression softened, and he sighed. "Alright, alright. I will get the kids ready... but let me make sure you get there safely. The driver will take you today."

Kivilcim nodded and headed towards the bathroom to get ready for the day.

Later that morning, Kivilcim walked into her office, the familiar scent of her workspace putting a smile on her face. She set her bag down on the desk, which was now cluttered with an array of packages—boxes, chocolates, and flowers. The collection of get-well-soon gifts that had gathered since the incident outside of the school—from friends, parents of students, and coworkers ... was incredibly heartwarming and made her smile

As she began to sort through the items, her eyes fell on the bouquets of flowers scattered across the desk. She carefully unwrapped the letters attached to each arrangement, eager to read the well-wishes from her colleagues and friends.

One envelope, however, stood out the most. The handwriting was almost unfamiliar and had an unsettling quality to it. With a slight frown, Kivilcim opened it. Inside was a note that made her heart skip a beat:

Send my regards to your husband. Poor guy. I will take what is mine sooner or later. Today, weeks from now, or years. I will.

xx K

Kivilcim's hand shook as she read the message, the words sending a chill down her spine. Her breath hitched as she read the note again and again, her mind racing. She quickly folded it, her hand trembling slightly. She glanced around the room, her eyes landing on all the gifts and flowers in the room.

Without wasting even another moment, she headed out of her office. Her heels clicked sharply against the floor as she made her way to the receptionist's desk. When she reached the desk, the receptionist looked up with a polite smile. "Good afternoon, Ms. Arslan. We're glad to have you back! How can I help you?"

Kivilcim held up the note, her voice steady but laced with urgency. "These flowers in my office—who brought them? Do you have any information on any of the deliveries?"

The receptionist frowned and shook her head apologetically. "I'm sorry, Ms. Arslan, but we've received so many parcels and deliveries today. It's hard to say who brought which ones. The flowers were delivered by a regular courier, but I didn't take down the specifics really. Is something wrong?"