A forever kind of love

Happy anniversary

The party was over. All the guests enjoyed their time. Some even wished Zeynep and Emir a happy wedding anniversary. After enjoying good food, company, and entertainment, Zeynep and Emir were the last to go home. Actually, Zeynep was the last to go as Emir was already gone.

Zeynep came home at the end of the night, after the last of the guests had left. She dropped Fehime to her father's home on the way. It had been a fun day, but man was it tiring.

Once home, Zeynep first stopped in the kitchen to get a glass of water, before finally going up to her room. It was dark in her room, which was weird because she usually left the curtains open to see the garden in the backyard.

Zeynep sighed against the doorframe and took off a shoe, but her foot rested on something soft. Zeynep instantly flinched and tried to reach for the light switch.

"Need light?" Emir's voice came from the center of the room.

There was a sound of a match lighting and a candle lit. Then Emir turned on the studio lights just a bit, so that Zeynep could see into her room.

On the floor was a path of rose petals, leading up to the bed, which was also decorated with roses. Emir sat on the end of the bed, a cake in front of him on a table.

"Happy anniversary, wife." Emir said as he stood up, holding out a hand for her.

Zeynep smiled and walked down the rose path to take his hand.

"Happy anniversary, husband." Zeynep placed her hands on his chest and kissed him.

Emir kissed her back, but pulled away soon as he helped her sit on the bed.

"This is all I could get last minute." He said, sounding embarrassed of the beautiful rose cake in front of them.

"That's ALL? It's beautiful Emir."

"Let's cut?" Emir picked up the knife, and placed it so they could both hold it.

They cut the cake and fed each other the same piece. Zeynep put some frosting on Emir's nose and he laughed as he flinched away and wiped it off.

Then, Emir took off a frosting rose from the cake put it just past his lips. He grabbed Zeynep's neck and pulled her in for a kiss, eating the rose together.

Emir didn't let her go, and lowered her slowly back on the bed. Zeynep's hand went into his hair, holding his head closer.

Emir pulled back and looked at Zeynep with a question in his eyes. Zeynep pecked a quick kiss and nodded her reply. After a year of marriage, they finally consummated.