Stay with me

Chapter 81 - Epilogue

"Are you sure you'll be back in fifteen minutes?" Exactly?

She looked into his crafty, alluring eyes and forgot about everything in the world. As then, seven years ago, when for the first time in the role of an assistant she met him at his house. Yeah! Years go by, and her feelings do not change one iota.

Eric fell asleep at her chest. Defne kissed his cool forehead and laid him in the crib. Straightening up, she admired her sleeping son. He looked like an angel - the same curly, ruddy, with chubby arms and legs. An invaluable child. Eric Ozcan Ahmet Iplikci.

Omer quietly walked over to her and hugged her. She turned in his arms and leaned back slightly. Smiling, she threw her hands around his neck and asked:

- Is the gentleman in a playful mood?

Omer kissed her slyly curved lips and replied:

- The master is always playful when you are around. But, - he sighed heavily, - I will bear it until the night.

Defne laughed. Omer pressed her to him even more tightly and said resentfully indignant:

- Laugh, laugh at the unfortunate man! My patience can already be erected on a monument. I adore our children, but I am dying, so I want to have you at my complete disposal, at least for a couple of days.

"In two months," Defne promised. "I'll stop feeding Eric, leave the children to my father, and go to a quiet place for a week."

- Quiet and deserted! Omer's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. - I'll think about where. Although ... what a difference! The main thing is that there is a strong and large bed. Not such a flimsy structure as we came across in Paris.

Defne laughed, remembering the bed on gracefully curved legs in one of the luxurious hotels in Paris, which she and Omer had broken on their first night there. How ashamed she was then! Beyond words. Yeah! She definitely does not want a repetition. Make the bed large, massive, and strong.

- Defne! Nihan's voice came from below. - Where is your saffron? I examined all the lockers but did not find them.

Omer and Defne sighed heavily in unison. The minutes alone ended under the onslaught of the outside world. They have to go back. Defne kissed Omer on the lips, freed herself from his hands, and left the nursery.

- I'm coming, - her voice was heard on the stairs.

Omer went to his son's bed, straightened the light blanket, and muttered softly:

- This is our male share, son. Wait and endure.

The kids enthusiastically sculpted a cake. Emine even begged her mother for a large, shiny tray for it. A pile of wet sand was placed on it and a three-tiered structure was formed from it. Emine and Tessa decorated it with flowers and leaves.

"There are not enough beads," Emine Diana said critically looking at her handiwork. - There were beads on the cake that Aunt Laura made for my birthday. Pearls, - she said by syllables. - It was very beautiful.

"Yes," agreed the blonde, blue-eyed Tessa. - It was very beautiful. And daddy's cake will not have beads. Mom said yesterday that she could not buy them.

"Daddy's already full of beads. A whole box, - Damir said authoritatively. "But they're not for cake."

Emine Diana looked at her friend and furrowed her auburn brows.

- Why would they lie in a box? It's not beautiful. And on the cake is beautiful. Let's take them and put them on the cake.

- Come on, - supported her Tessa. - It will be beautiful.