Artemis (CanEm Fan-Fiction)

Chapter Forty-Seven

On one side of Istanbul, the Aydin sister's tried to deal with the bomb-shell that Sanem had dropped. The word pregnant was looming heavily in the air, their parents oblivious in the next room, dealing with yet another Can Divit related issue.

Whilst, on the other side of the city, Can was dealing with his own set of issues. 

After having taken two days off of work to deal with his Dad, Can didn't know where to start collecting his frenzied thoughts. Not only was he coping with his Father's doctors and medical records, he was also dealing with the white lie that had sort of spiraled - Polen. She had had dinner with him and his Baba and had left. It had been simple, a facade, a mere act with no feelings attached whatsoever. The dinner hadn't been extremely eventful either, just something to placate Aziz, but deep down, Can had felt dishonest and a little disgusting for lying to his father. Can hated lying and he felt like a hypocrite for not practicing what he preached. He had once torn Sanem, and her character, to shreds for lying to him and now he felt as if he was doing the same to her. 

And that thought had been eating away at Can so much that he knew he needed to call her, see her, hold her. A whole forty-eight hours had passed since he'd last seen her and he felt empty, even more so knowing that he'd lied about her importance in his life. Can adored Sanem, with every fiber of his being, and with all of the lying and the faking in front of his Dad, all Can wanted to do was confide in his girlfriend. But before Can could pick up his phone and dial her number, Can received a text message that threw a spanner into his plan.

Following Sanem's breakdown in the office from a few days ago, Can had been in contact with the IT department to backlog through any surveillance footage.  He wanted to see if that scumbag Fabri had dared to make reappearance in their lives and frighten his girl. For the sake of Sanem's sanity, a strange part of Can had hoped that Fabri had come back. Dealing with real life demons was seemingly easier than battling Sanem's internal ones. However, it seemed that Can's initial fears had proven to be true because according to the footage retrieved by the technicians, there had been no sightings of Fabri at Fikri Harika in a while. Can and his staff had sifted through days of footage that was nothing out of the ordinary (apart from Deren's questionable stylistic choice of a feathered dress)

"Shit." Can cursed, running a frustrated hand through his hair. If Fabri hadn't been at the agency, it meant Sanem had imagined it all. Even though she had confessed that she didn't want Fabri defining her life and that she had moved on from the whole nightmare, Can had been right - she was coping with things too well. Everything that had unfolded with Fabri had been tough and he hadn't expected Sanem to handle it as well as she had and frankly, it was clear that, deep down, she wasn't coping with things as well as she was making it out to be. If she was seeing him around, sensing his presence, something was clearly wrong. 

And so, after careful deliberation, Can decided not to burden Sanem with his feelings about the lying. He made the conclusive decision to avoid talking about the white lie that was his 'relationship' with Polen and decided to talk more about her. He wanted to help her battle whatever she was coping with. And in order to do so, he called her. That same excitement that he always felt around her bubbled in his stomach as her dial tone rang, once, twice, thrice, before going to voicemail. With his excitement dwindling just a little, he called her again ... and again but the monotonous voicemail was all he received. He then tried her home phone and yet again nothing. 

As much as it saddened Can that he wouldn't be talking to Sanem when he had expected, his mind - and his heart - comforted him with the fact that he would see her at work the next day. Although he was the boss, Can was acutely aware that he needed to do his part of taking care of the business. He and Emre had decided to switch places so that Emre could also get the same downtime with their Father as Can had. And as much as leaving his Father worried Can, the thought of seeing Sanem again made his heart burst with a happiness that was unattainable by anything or anyone else. Sanem truly was the light of his life.  

As the sky darkened outside the Divit home, Can nestled into bed with a book. Truthfully, he read a few pages before putting it down. It was late and he put himself to sleep with the hopefulness that was Sanem. His eyes fluttered shut and he dreamt of her. 

Whilst he was asleep, he could feel the strange sensation of his bed moving, rocking. In his dream, Can opened his eyes to realise that his bed was not a bed at all but rather, a boat. His head been resting on Sanem's lap, her bare thighs as they moved gently, swaying with the rhythm of the sea. She hadn't noticed that he was awake and he just stared at her from this newfound angle. Her hair was long, loose and curly, unlike how he'd ever seen it before. The ends of her strands were sun-kissed, a cross between dark blonde and light brown in the sunlight. Her face was outstretched forward, dazedly staring at the approaching shore. 

Before Can could reach out and touch her, the rocking motion stopped suddenly. Their boat that didn't seem to have a motor or oars had seemingly drifted itself inland. Sanem reached her hands downward and stroked his hair gently. For once, it was open and wild, a little braid placed in it, he was guessing by Sanem.

"Can, wake up." She caressed his head slowly, Can's smile possessing his features instantly. "We're here." 

"Where is here?" Can fake yawned and just grinned as Sanem bent over and kissed his forehead lightly. 

"Galapagos." She replied, looking at him as if he were crazy. 

"Galapagos?" Can lifted himself from her lap to look out at the endless stretch of sea and sand that did not look like it belonged to Turkey. 

"Yes, Galapagos, silly." Sanem shook her head, letting out a light chuckle. It was then that Can's acute scenes began to pick up on their surroundings. The boat they were on was small but it gave away a lot. There were suitcases on one end, gift boxes on another and ... there was a ring on Sanem's left finger. They were married, she was married to him. 

"The ring?" He seized her hand and stroked the moonstone intricately embedded into metal. 

"Are you always this clueless when you wake up?" Sanem joked as she pulled at his cheek softly. "My wedding ring-" She gestured to the hand that Can was obsessively staring at. "Galapagos ... our honeymoon?" 

As Can leaned in to kiss his wife, a loud ringing interrupted him. He pulled away from her with a loud sigh of annoyance, only to find her mere presence slipping from his fingers. He tried to seize her body but she just vanished. Regrettably, Can had to wake up from his dream as his alarm blared obnoxiously; everything in his dream had felt so real. He wanted it to be real and he knew, one day, he would make it happen. Sanem had always wanted to go the Galapagos Islands and Can vowed that one day he would take her there. The mere possibility of his dream becoming a reality made his smile so bright his eyes crinkled ... all Can had to do was get them there. 

But first, he needed to work on helping Sanem with her mental health.