Our Memories......The Second Time Around

Chapter Seventeen

She sat propped up on the bed, here eyes red and swollen from crying. But he saw a light shine underneath all of that, when he entered the room. She waved him over to sit beside her, which he did happily. He smiled, " Are feeling better bebek, how about some tea." I can fix us something to eat." He volunteered. She shook her head, " No not right  now, I just need you, I need you to touch me, hold me, I miss you. He quickly climbed into the bed next to her, pulling her against him. He didn't want to crowd her, or overwhelm her, but he needed her as much as she needed him. Just the feel of her body next to his soothed his soul. They would be ok, it would take time, but they had plenty of that. She snuggled up to his chest, her favorite place, he smelled so good. Even though he was fresh from a run, she loved that smell of his heat. This was what she wanted, to be calm and in his arms. 

She broke the silence by saying, " Can, we will be pregnant again, I know it. I'm sorry this didn't work out but don't give up on me." She begged. " I love you with all my heart and we will have our family."  His heart sang with those words, " Yes, I know we will, and I too love you with all my heart. I will never give up on you, or on us." He whispered in her ear. They both took advantage of the quiet and slept for a while. He woke with a start, his mind was seeing her lying on the floor in a pool of blood, she wouldn't wake up. He felt her in his arms and knew it was just a dream, a bad, bad dream. Even though it was a true nightmare, it was one that was over. They were though the worst of it he prayed. He snuck out of bed, going to the kitchen to brew some tea, it was late in day, he should wake her to eat. He made a salad, with some fruit. Then he would suggest taking a walk before it got dark. The air was crisp, just right, and the exercise would do her good. Before waking her he phoned Emre, " Abi, how is Sanem, there's nothing wrong is there? He questioned.  Can appreciated his brother, and his concern, " No, she fine, but I will need to take some time off from the office, and Sanem too. I don't know how long, but as long as she needs." He stated. " When she's ready, we'll come back." Emre agreed, willing to do what ever it took to help them through this time. " Of course Abi, Deren and I will take care of everything until you come back." Tell Sanem we are thinking of her, all of us here, and Leila and I will come by in a few days to visit." Can thanked him, offering to repay the favor. 

He managed to get her up and to the table to eat, she munched on the salad and fruit. He even talked her into that walk, which was an accomplishment. Sanem wasn't a fan of exercise, but agreed to make Can feel better. She picked some flowers, and talked about starting to make her perfume again. His heart was light, the lump that had been lodged in his throat since the day before was finally dissolving away. Time would be their medicine, and their love would be the cure.

Four months later:

" Can, we're going to be late, come on, you're as bad a woman when it comes to getting ready. " She yelled. " Well I wouldn't be late if someone hadn't occupied the bathroom so long." He huffed. She smiled that killer smile, " Don't you want me to look my best," she twirled around, letting him see all the angles of her red dress. " What do you think, am I presentable." She asked. He was almost speechless, she looked like dynamite ready to explode, " Sanem, you look beautiful, so that's means you don't leave my side tonight, got it." He spouted, planting a kiss on her lips, wishing they hadn't agreed to go to the fundraiser. But it was for a good cause, the women's association that he had recused from collapse a few of years earlier, was raising money for a training program, and they ask him to take the pictures for the advertising brochures. Of course they were invited to attend the dinner, for a hefty donation. It brought back such good memories for them both, they couldn't turn them down.

" Listen, after the dinner we are out of there, ok." He stated. " if I see you all night in that dress, I'm going to want to get you out of it as soon as possible." He said with a wink and then another kiss, but this one lasted a while longer. " Can, we can't, we need to go." She said breathless from his kiss. " Hold that thought, my dear." And please watch your drinking tonight, you know what happens when you drink to much." She said with a sideways look. He understood exactly what she meant, and she would never let him live it down. Just one time, he passed out before he got to finish what he started,....Just one time......But he would do as she said.  The event was a grand  affair, with a lot of important people in attendance. Fikri Harika was moving up the scale again as one of the top advertising agencies in Istanbul. They had worked hard to overcome the loss of Womanart, but he would do it all over again if he had to. 

They mingled among a lot of people, Can's reputation as a photographer was still well known, and the pictures he had taken of Sanem from his appointment before, were displayed around the room. They smiled when they say them, the memories flooded back, in fact this was the first time Sanem had actually seen the entire portfolio. When everyone realized that she was the woman in the photos, the crowd erupted in applause. Can and Sanem was the most attractive couple there and everyone gazed at their beauty, and everyone wanted to know their story. The night had turned into a recap of how Can and Sanem came to be the gorgeous couple that saved the Women's Association. Can was explaining the events that lead up to the photo shoot of Sanem to a group of the guests, when one of them realized the Sanem Divit was in fact, Sanem Aydin the author. The attention shifted to her, and the questions of when she would write again, became the topic. Sanem graciously took it in stride, explaining she was retired from the writing scene and focusing on her work at the agency and they were hoping to start a family soon.

Can watched her intently, with pride, she took the immediate attention of her writing and turned it to the focus of their family, and the dreams they had. She was so natural and calm in front of a crowd. She glowed with confidence and everyone was mesmerized by her, as was he.

He wanted to take her home and ravish her beautiful body with kisses, and make wild and serious love to her. That image made him smile slightly, as she glanced his way with a look of        " rescue me " flashing on her face. His mind released the daydream, and he rushed in to take her away. They said their final goodbyes, thanking everyone for the kind words, and made their exit.

Alone in the car, he had barely keep his eyes off her, and the images he had earlier were tattooed in his mind. She seemed to be in a deep thought, " Whats going on in that beautiful head of yours, my love." He asked. She smiled, " Writing," she answered. He raised his eyebrows, " Really,  another book." He questioned. 

" Maybe," she thought, " But this story would be of the greatest love story of all time,".............

" Our Family"......