Love and Pixie Dust- A Bay Yanlış Reimagining.

When Pixie Told The Truth

"Yes," I yelled. I was irrationally angry by his refusal to conform to my preconceived notions of how he should be reacting.
"Maybe I do and so what? I'm single, unemployed, and pregnant from a one night stand. It's about time I made one good choice. I could do much worse than a doctor," I finished flippantly.

He flinched at my reply. His face was wiped clean of expression.

I had the disconcerting impression that I'd hurt him terribly.

"Ozgur," I whispered, holding out a beseeching hand. But he backed away from me and left. This time he didn't come back.

******

"You had wild monkey sex with my hot neighbor?" Cansu gasped after I related the events of last night.

I nodded miserably and laid my head on Deniz's shoulder. I hadn't heard from him in two days but I'd heard from Serdar. I pushed that to the back of my mind. I didn't know what to make of him and his interest in me but I was too emotionally drained and physically exhausted to think about it. My inner Scarlett decided she would think about it tomorrow. I snuggled down into the blanket. His blanket. It smelled like him and I found it comforting. Every time I took a breath, it was like a hit of straight-up dopamine and I was addicted.

I was so messed up.

"Ozgur Atasoy? Wait, your neighbor is Mr. Wrong?" Deniz asked Cansu in shock and then turned to me. "The father of your baby is Mr. Wrong?"

"What the heck are you talking about?"

"There was this magazine article a while back..." she put her wine glass down and fumbled around for her phone.

"My god Ezgi!" Cansu wheezed still in shock. "He's just... wow! I'd have his baby too! Lord!!" She fanned herself aggressively.

"It's not like I tried to let him impregnate me! And aren't you almost engaged?" I muttered.

"I still have eyes, don't I?" She protested.

"I found it!" Deniz cried out. She began to read the magazine article aloud and I cringed down further into my delicious smelling blanket. The article described him as a womanizer, a fuck boy, a commitment-phobe who would never settle for one woman. The truths that my heart wanted to deny.

Cansu sniffed when Deniz finished. "It reeks of bitterness. The article was purported to be about his new restaurant venture but it devolved into a character assassination."

"That doesn't invalidate the fact that he's a man hoe," Deniz said.

"You know, in the time he has lived here, I've never seen a woman at his place," Cansu mused.

My heart picked up its pace. It soaked up those words like manna from the heavens.

"You're hardly ever home lately," Deniz pointed out.

"But if he's such a man-slut as the article implies you would think there would be a parade of women doing the walk of shame on the regular. As far as I can tell, he goes to work and then comes home and plays his drums. Oh, and sometimes he works out shirtless on the terrace." A dreamy smile curved her lips.

I scowled at her.

"Ohhh someone's a little possessive," she smirked, sipping her wine.

I was and it was ridiculous. He didn't belong to me. But I couldn't forget the bruised look in his eyes that night. I'd wounded him, I was almost certain of it. His silence was wounding me now. Even the drums had gone silent.

"What you need to do is have a serious conversation with him. Will he be providing child support?" Deniz said.

"I don't want this money," I grouched.