The Wedding Night...

Three, two, one, go...

Kerem, Dilara, Zeynep, and Cihan welcomed them at the entrance hall. "Welcome to your baby shower." Dilan could not believe her eyes. The living room was decorated with sky blue, pink balloons, and ribbons. The table at the center was filled with gifts of different sizes. The whole family was there, including Firat and Gül, who had been away for Gül's studies. There was also a representation from Dilan's side. Cevdet and Cevriye were there, and surprisingly, Ms. Gözde. Dilan's eyes watered from happiness. "Dilan, brother. We prepared this for you. We hope you like it. We wanted to help you celebrate the babies." Dilan exchanged looks with her husband, whose eyes spoke volumes. "Thank you, Cihan. Thank you, everybody. I can't believe you prepared all these for us." Baran's speech was short, after which he put his hand on Cihan's shoulder. "Thank you." Their little brother smiled. "This is just the beginning. Now, go upstairs and change clothing. Hurry up. It is time we have some fun." Baran reached for Dilan's hand, and she held it gladly. "We will be right back." She said before going up the stairs. They reached the room, and over the bed, they found a beautiful pink dress and a navy blue suit for Baran. "They prepared a lot," Baran said out loud. Dilan agreed and picked up the dress. It was simple, flowy, and constructed to accentuate her pregnant figure and breast area. "I'll take a quick shower." Baran smiled. "Okay. I'll wait." She was soon done, and proceeded to do her makeup after letting Baran know he could shower next. By the time Baran was back, she was deciding how to style her hair. Baran looked at her in the mirror with her hair all gathered up, then he looked back at the dress. He walked to her and said, "Like this would be beautiful, Dilan. There would be only one problem..." He didn't finish the sentence as his fingertips pushed the bathrobe's sleeves to expose her shoulders.

Dilan closed her eyes. Her nerves awakened as his hand graced her skin. She tried her best to concentrate. "What would the problem be?" Her voice was so soft that she was sure he didn't listen. He came close to her back. His body heat surrounded her. "How will I stop my lips from tracing your shoulders in front of our guests?" She blushed. "Down it is." She replied. He stopped her hands before she let go of her hair. "No... I will behave. I can be patient." Those words carried the promise of what was to come, and Dilan could not tell if her current excitement came from the party or what would certainly happen after. By now, her cheeks were crimson red. "You should get ready, Baran." She needed to change the subject if she was going to make it through the night. He buried his head on her neck. "You are right. Let's get this over with so our private party can begin." She pulled away. "Baran!" He smirked while leaving to get dressed. Dilan focused again on her hair and settled for a ponytail. Her makeup was simple. Soft pink on her eyes and her lips. Her cheeks were always naturally pink, so she didn't need to put anything on them. Black, thin eyeline and some maskara. She put on jewelry from the Dilan collection, and it was time for the dress. She was having difficulties with the zipper. At that moment, Baran returned to the room looking more handsome than ever. His six-button navy blue suit fit him to perfection, and the color of his eyes popped. His hair was parted on the side and looked sleek. His scent reached Dilan even from her position. It took over the entire room. "Do you need help with that?" He offered, and all Dilan could do was indicate yes with her head. Baran turned her so her back was to him. The zipper began above her waist. She didn't need a bra, as the front provided the support she needed. She felt him grab the dress, and then as he pulled the zipper up, his fingers touched her back, sending waves of chills across her body.

Baran smiled, knowing Dilan's body's response to his touch. He kissed her shoulder before she turned. "Thank you." She said innocently. However, the sight in front of him was anything but. His wife looked stunning. Whoever picked the dress needed a raise. The dress flowed on her body like a dream. The design fell off her shoulders in a way that pulled the eyes to her chest, where the breasts were in danger of overflowing. Baran had noticed her breasts looked fuller as of late. One of the perks of pregnancy. "As ever, I'm in awe of your beauty, Dilan." Her cheeks blushed at his comment, complimenting her makeup. "Thank you! You look very handsome yourself." He pulled her to him by the waist. "Only handsome?" He asked. "And sexy..." She hid her eyes from him. "Brother? What is taking you guys so long?" Cihan. "Brother? We are waiting downstairs." Baran cursed under his breath. "We will be right there, Cihan." It was Dilan who answered, getting away from Baran's hold. She was about to open the door when he grabbed her arm. "This conversation is not over, Ms. Dilan." He let go of her, and she opened the door. "Didn't think it was." She replied as she exited. Baran smiled. It drove him crazy every time his wife stepped out of her shy nature and played along with him, because it meant she could not contain her emotions and desire for him. Baran lived for those moments. He walked fast to catch up with her. "Running away from your husband again, Ms. Dilan?" She glanced at him from the corner of her eye. "I'm not running, Mr. Baran. I'm walking." He was about to give her his reply when Cihan peeked at the bottom of the stairs. "Come on!" Baran rubbed his forehead. His little brother required some reprimanding. Baran watched as Cihan locked arms with Dilan. "We've been waiting for you." Down in the living room, everyone looked excited. "Everything is so beautiful. Thank you for doing this for us." Gül came to Dilan. "I heard you were too busy, and I know how much you wanted this, so..." Cihan intervened. "We all came together to give you this surprise." Dilan's eyes shone with happiness.