The Wedding Night...

Waiting for movement...

Baran did his best to finish his work and return to Dilan. He didn't feel comfortable being separated from her for that long. His concern grew as he headed for the mansion, but never in a million years could he have imagined what awaited him back home. Baran checked around the house and could not find Dilan. He went upstairs, and when he opened the door to their bedroom, he was fascinated by the view. To give himself the chance to take it all in, he didn't step in. The light had been dimmed down. He did a quick scan of the bedroom but focused first on the floor, where countless petal roses were scattered all around. Looking to his right, candles over the bed's headrest illuminated the area. To his left, was a small, circular table with two seats. It was decorated with a flower arrangement, a couple of candles, and an assortment of different plates, over a white tablecloth. To finish it off, a bottle of champagne. Baran found it odd considering Dilan could not drink alcohol. But even more strange was that his wife was not in sight. The room was in complete silence save for burning sounds made by the fireplace. He decided to step inside. Then he heard it. The sound of heels against the wooden floor. He was tempted to turn but ultimately decided to stay put. After the sound came her scent. It immediately took over the space. He closed his eyes and breathed in, expectant. When he opened them, she was in front of him. She was stunning. She wore a silk red dress, square in the neck with straps, and fitted just below her chest, showcasing her breasts. From there it flared out reaching past her knees. She was wearing a black silk scarf on her neck. A couple of threaded earrings. As for her hair. She had it up in a ponytail with hair bangs styled on the side. Then his eyes explored her face, minimal makeup, except for the lips. Red, shiny, seductive.

Baran was hit by an image with marks in the shape of Dilan's lips all over his skin. He wet his lips at the thought. When he focused again, he saw Dilan blushed. He took her hand and made her twirl. "You left me speechless, Dilan." He could not stop admiring her. "I wanted to surprise you." While she looked around, he pulled her to him. "Mission accomplished, Mrs. Karabey. I had no idea. Everything is beautifully decorated, and welcoming, but not as much as..." He grabbed her chin and directed her face upward. He lingered over her lips. "You." He completed the sentence. A nervous Dilan got out of his hold. "Would you grant me this date, Mr. Karabey?" He shook his head slightly at her move. She was going to make him wait. However, he had waited for a month already, he could be patient for a few more hours for her. "Gladly, Mrs. Karabey. I'm honored by your gesture. It would be a shame to let it go to waste." He helped her sit before he took his place at the table. "I had all the food you like prepared, except for your favorite dessert. That one I made it myself." She seemed to be proud of herself, so he decided to tease her. "My favorite foods?" She nodded. "Are you sure of that Mrs. Karabey?" After the pregnancy, Dilan had become obsessed with Harire, she now loved it more than Baran did, and he spotted it at the table. He also saw a particular type of bread, she had eaten several times while in Mardin. After they came back she craved it so much, that Baran had to have someone from the tribe, buy and deliver it to the mansion. "I don't know what you are talking about..." Her stuttering gave her away. "Let's... Let's eat before the food gets cold." She smiled innocently. Baran grabbed the champagne bottle and inspected it. It had no alcohol. Satisfied he filled their glasses.

"Should we make a toast?" Dilan suggested. Before she could say anything else, Baran spoke. "For the most beautiful woman my eyes have ever seen. She dismantled all of my defenses. She saw not only me but my heart, and soul and still considered me worthy of loving. She gave me a second chance and became my life, my wife, my best friend, my guiding star, and the mother of my child. For you, my love. For my Dilan!" Tears fell from her eyes. "Baran!" His name whispered on her lips. He stood and kneeling beside her, kissed her tears away. She took her glass and staring into the most beautiful honey eyes, she spoke. "To the most handsome, and charismatic man my eyes have ever seen. He overcame my stubbornness and showed me what real love and acceptance was. He is my everything, my best friend, my lover, my man, and the father of my child. For my Baran." He grinned and slid his head at her neck, where he lay a wet kiss. Goosebumps spread on her body. "My lover..." He moved to her ear. "My man, ah?" She could tell he was smiling, which made Dilan want to be playful. "Aren't you?" Her hormones were taking over. She needed to stop it before she completely lost her will. "You can be sure of it. Your lover, your man. The only one that can experience this side of you... You are mine, Dilan..." He grabbed her face and was about to kiss her when she pulled herself together and stood. "Food first, Mr. Baran." He got up and stared at her lips. "I will comply if you agree with me." She didn't understand. What was there to agree with? "With what, Mr. Baran?" He took hold of her chin and in one motion dove into her lips... "That you are mine." Then retreated, disappointing Dilan. "I've never denied that." She was evasive. "Dilan!" He said in a raspy and commanding tone. "I'm yours, there is no room for doubt." Her cheeks were on fire when she sat back on her chair. After, she signaled for him to do the same.