Reluctantly, Can dropped Sanem home as the end of the working day drew closer. As much as he wanted to keep her body scantily-clad and squished up against him in the confines of their little safe haven, Sanem, as always, was panicking about what her parents would think if she was even a minute late on her way home from work. Mevkebe, when she was angry, was apparently a force that you did not want to reckon with and frankly, Can wasn't ready to risk being on the firing end of the woman's wrath. He was adamant to win the Aydin family over and if he kept Sanem out for longer than she was meant to be out, he knew he'd be doing the exact opposite of what he had planned.
"I'll see you tomorrow." They'd parked Can's not so discreet truck near the mahalle so that nobody could pry in on them as they said their goodbyes.
"But that's so far." Can, like a spoilt child in a candy store, whined as Sanem leaned over and pecked his cheek. Instead of letting her pull away from him, he wound his arm around her waist and practically hauled her body over the control box in the centre of the car and onto his lap. A loud squeal escaped her lips and she cautiously glanced around in fear of one of her nosy neighbours catching them and their blatant intimacy.
"Can, let me go!" She smacked his hands away from her playfully, secretly relishing in the hard feel of him everywhere; his chest, his thighs, his tough hands. Her eyes closed wistfully as she thought back to the moments in the hut they had shared just minutes before. Can never failed to make her feel treasured (or blissfully sore in her southern regions)
"Never." Can kissed her cheek, just like she had done to him, and the two sat in a comfortable silence. Can rested his chin against her shoulder and they looked out onto the mahalle from their little hidden spot behind foliage and large dumpsters.
"Do you think that will be us someday?" Sanem pointed to the little house in front of them. The house was situated on the outskirts of the neighbourhood that Sanem had been raised in so she didn't really know the family who lived in the picturesque home. It was pink on the outside and flowers were adorned everywhere: on window panes, in the garden, by the doorstep. From the large window in the front of the building, Can and Sanem could catch a glimpse at the family inside. The mother was slightly older, small and plump, with a dish cloth tucked into the waistband of her skirt whilst the husband was displaying the natural attributes of aging. His beard and his hair were tinging with grey whilst he chased his two young children into their chairs at the dining table. By the time that they were settled, the mother had dished up an array of dishes that no chef could compete with. It was evident through the flour on her face and the admiration in her eyes that she had cooked the food with love - a mother and a wife's love. Their life seemed so simplistic and ... perfect.
"Yeah." Can didn't hesitate a second before answering. "Which is shocking to me." If you had asked Can two, three years ago that he would be wanting a domesticated life with a whimsical, local girl ... he wouldn't have believed it himself.
"What? Why?" Sanem turned in his lap, her hand resting at the nape of his neck to play with little loose strands of his mane.
"As a child, I desperately wanted a family ... but Mum and Dad just couldn't make it work and me and Emre were separated. I was distraught, upset, angry ... really angry at my parents for not trying harder, not caring enough. As I grew older, I realised it's not that easy. Most of the time, relationships don't work how we want them to and that's a hard concept to understand, for adults, let alone children. I stopped believing in love and perfect families because I didn't think it was real. I had never seen love in its truest form until I met you. You are my world, my everything and I want that family with you, Sanem. You are my family and one day, I want to have kids and grow old with you. I want to travel the world with your hand in mine ... I want to-"
"I want that too." Sanem hummed in contentment, her eyes subconsciously looking down at the clock on the dashboard; she was late getting home. "But that will only happen if my parents don't murder you for kidnapping me first."
"Ugh, I can't wait till you're all mine." Can sighed as Sanem jumped off his lap and grabbed at her bag. He couldn't wait until she was his wife and they wouldn't have to say goodbye or answer to anyone anymore. They'd get to relish in each other's company endlessly - make love until the sun went down and then cuddle in bed with a movie and a little pregnancy bump in between them.
"I am all yours." Sanem smiled wholly before making a break for her house, her little legs carrying her as fast as they could into the depths of Turkish suburbia. Can watched her cute little run before gearing his car up and heading off to his own home. As much as he wanted to follow the love of his life, he was also tired and desperately in need of a shower and his bed. Truth be told, Can's day had started off terribly.
With Polen's re-appearance in Istanbul, Can had re-familiarised himself with what it was like to be in her company ... which was not necessarily a good thing. Once upon a time, Polen had been his safe haven from the rest of the world. She was the person he confided in when the going got tough. However, things felt different now. Can didn't see her as that person anymore (he had his girlfriend for that) and he was beginning to see her for the person that she really was. Although Polen was attractive and, there was a privileged flare to her that Can had never noticed before. Born into affluence and money, there was a part of Polen that felt as if she was entitled and superior to those around her. Every time somebody offered up a helpful suggestion for her book release, Polen shut them down if it didn't agree solely with what she wanted to emulate. Using his own professional knowledge, Can knew Polen's ideas about promotion were rubbish but she wouldn't listen to him or anyone and frankly, Can had spent the whole morning arguing with her about it. After growing frustrated by her attitude, Can had decided to end their meeting and head to the office ... only to be plagued by the concerns about Fabri and Sanem.
So, it was safe to say Can needed some rest. The drive home for Can was uneventful and just a monotonous task that he was used to partaking in. He parked up, threw his keys into a little bowl by the front door before stripping off his jacket and collapsing onto the couch.
"Long day, huh?" Can nodded absentmindedly as a drink was placed before him. Without thinking, he reached for the brown liquid before his hand froze and his head snapped upward. Engulfed by his own thoughts, Can hadn't realised that the person in front of him wasn't Emre.
"What are you doing here?" Can jumped in surprise, his eyes widening dramatically.
"What, I can't visit my children?"
"Of course you can, baba! Welcome home!" As excited as Can was to see his father again, it was evident that his health was worsening. He was pale in the face and there was a raspy quality to his voice that he was not familiar with. There was no denying or hiding it now - Aziz Divit was most definitely ill, and most visibly so. Even before the two started to catch up about each other's lives, Can could feel it, in the depths of his soul, that his Dad's visit was not going to be like all the times before.
Something dark and heavy settled over the Divit household, despite the two men's giant smiles.
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Artemis (CanEm Fan-Fiction)
Fanfiction(No longer updating) When Can says he wants to be friends, Sanem finds herself struggling with their new dynamic. After making the decision to leave the agency and work alongside Osman, Can finds himself missing the woman that he drove away. But wi...
