She had to tell him. No more secrets. She could tell him anything. She knew that.
Why couldn't she tell him? He was going to be a father! A great father at that.
Plus his aunt was probably going to say something as soon as she sees him again...
'Omer I have to tell you something.'
They were almost at the stairs of his house, his hand was on hers and she stopped him from going farther up. 'Can't it wait, love?'
'Yes, but this is important.'
He was instantly concerned, 'Is something wrong, Defne?'
Off yaaaa, 'No, no nothing like that.'
'Then what is it?'
He was so intense, so protective, so Ömer! But what if it wasn't the right time to tell him?
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'I love you so much, that'll all.' This time he frowned a bit at her, naturally, she wasn't make that much sense tonight.
So she was a chicken.
All right, new plan. She was going to make him a surprise! She already knew how she was going to tell him and- 'Uh-huh, I love you too... you know that,' he said slowly bringing her back from all her planning, 'sevgilim, is there something else you'd like to tell me?'
'Huh? Me? Nooooo, nothing. That was it, for sure. I have not one thing to tell you right now. Why, do you? I mean, have something to tell me?'
'Defne, you do have something to tell me and now I want to know.' Oh no, he was pressing up against her, he was smiling at her. She knew that smile. She saw it often enough. This was bad. 'I'll get it out of you. I can make you tell me.'
He could do it, he really could. But she was going to try her best not to say anything.
'Let's talk about this dress.' She was in trouble now. 'I need to see it better, in another light, in our bedroom's light.' He picked her up bridal style and began to climb up the stairs.
'Ömer, wait!'
They stopped in front of the mirror, putting her back against his front, she was barely catching her breath when she noticed he had already gotten rid of his jacket and was loosening his tie. She was about to take off her sandals when he caught her hand in his and stopped her.
'No, no, leave them on.'
His shirt was already halfway opened, and she felt all the butterflies she usually felt at the sight. He took off the clip in her hair and swept it to the side, and began touching her neck as well as the ziper on her dress. 'Now, where did you disappear to in after they played the video?'
