The Wedding Night...

The struggles of marrying a control maniac...

Baran kept thinking about Firat's words. He had to agree that their grandmother's behavior regarding Hassan was odd. Before his father had gotten out of the wheelchair, he could understand. She was filled with hate, and her goal was solely revenge. But afterward, she continued to support him, even after she learned he was the reason Baran's mother was dead. That went beyond a mother's love. However, he had to think carefully about how to approach her. "Baran, are you listening to me?" Dilan's voice got him out of his head. She sat beside him on the sofa. "Sorry, what were you saying?" She narrowed her eyes. "I was saying that I want to go back to work tomorrow. I will let Zeynep know so she can arrange a few meetings. I need to talk with the head of every department to get an update on all the projects..." As she spoke excitedly about the Foundation. Baran took out his phone and searched for an audio file. "... needless to say, you should avoid stressful situations as much as possible..." Dilan looked surprised. "You recorded what the doctor said?" He nodded proudly. He could not miss any instruction and knew he would need support from an authority to help him control his wife. "As you just heard from the doctor, nothing stressful. So you can forget about meeting that many people on the first day. I suggest you take your time and cut some working hours... five or less, if you ask me..." She stood up. "Baran!" He raised his hands. "I'm not the one saying it, the doctor is... Should I play it again for you?" Her cheeks turned red, and he was sure it was not from excitement. "I don't need you to remind me what the doctor said, Baran Karabey." His wife stormed out of the room and he followed her with concern.

"Dilan! You need to be careful. What if you fall?" He tried to convey concern with his voice. She noticed because she stopped with her back to him. He grabbed her arm. "Dilan, my intention was not to upset you. I'm sorry! I just fear you would focus too much on work and..." He stopped and exhaled loudly. "Just promise me you will consider my suggestion about working fewer hours." She turned to him. "Fine, I will think about it. But you need to keep bossy Baran in check or we will have a problem." He let go of her arm and encircled her waist. "Bossy can be good. Won't you agree?" He lowered his head so his lips lingered near hers. Her lips parted, and her breathing accelerated. "Dilan?" He whispered. "Uh?" He smiled. Her focus was fixed on him. He was about to close the distance between them when steps coming up the stairs reminded them they were not alone. Dilan appeared startled and embarrassed. "Brother, Dilan? Do you want to do something together? We haven't hung out for a long time." Baran made a mental note. He needed to have a conversation with his brother about his terrible timing. "Dilan? Are you alright? Do you have a fever or something?" Baran side glanced at her and smirked. "Cihan, today was a long and emotional day. Let's hang out at another time, okay? Dilan needs to rest." Baran looked at Dilan from the corner of his eyes and did his best not to laugh. She finally found her words. "Cihan, I'm sorry. Your brother is right. I'm going to lay down now. I promise we will do something together soon." She did everything but run back to their room. Giving Cihan a pat on the back, Baran left him to go after Dilan. He caught up with her as she was going through the bedroom door. He grabbed her arm and made her turn. Then he crashed his lips against hers.

Dilan could hardly breathe as Baran lips made contact with hers. For a month, they were careful as she could not get overly excited. The baby came first and resting was the most important. But now, things were different. The doctor gave them the clear, and that kiss was everything she was waiting for. The pinned-up desire made it desperate and needy. It was clear how much they missed each other. Their hands were widely exploring. Her previous embarrassment was long gone from her mind. She was all wants and needs. It was almost overwhelming. Her desire was somehow amplified. Dilan could tell it was the same for her husband as she felt him harden between them. Baran's phone began buzzing. He took it out of his jacket and threw it in the bed's direction. The buzzing stopped, only to begin again. Baran growled at the disturbance. They walked together until Dilan felt the bed on her legs. He was getting her shirt out of her skirt when a knock on the door interrupted them. "Damn it!" She heard Baran say under his breath. "What is it?" His tone showed his anger and frustration. "I'm sorry to bother you, Mr. Baran, but your friend Kerem is here to see you. He told me he had been calling you..." Baran cut her words. "Okay!" He brushed his hair, Dilan was sure, in an attempt to calm himself before he spoke. "Tell him I'll be right down." He pressed his head against hers and closed his eyes. Dilan saw his jaw clenching. She caressed his face until he seemed to gain control of his emotions. He pulled back and stared at her. "I'm sure it is something important." She gave him a sympathetic smile. She was as disturbed as he was by the interruption. "He better be dying, or he will die tonight at my hands." She feared for Kerem. "We will end what we started. I'll be right back." She blushed.