EPILOGUE

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A/N: Listen to 'Grace' by Lewis Capaldi whilst reading this chapter + Important Author's Note in the end, please read. Thank you <3

"Hey, wake up."

Ayedah felt someone nudge her, waking her up from where her head had been laying, asleep, in the crook of her husband's neck. She opened her eyes to meet his, and smiled. "Why, hello there," she whispered. Burak smiled back at her and leaned in; "Hello there, Master Kenobi," he whispered back and she giggled. "Master Kenobi? My, I must be very worthy to deserve such a compliment," she said softly. "Oh, you are more than worthy, Yazarim," murmured Burak, before pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss. "Good morning, Mrs. Ayedah Celik."

"Gunaydin to you too, Mr. Burak Celik," she replied against his lips, making him grin. "What time is it?" "About 8AM," answered Burak, moving his hand up so he could run his fingers through her hair. "We slept in a little. I guess we were both tired from the trip, plus the wedding which we did not get that much sleep after- didn't we get home at 2:30AM or something?" Ayedah laughed, nodding in agreement as she snuggled closer to him. "Yes, and I believe I fell asleep in the car," she recalled. "Then an angel carried me to our bed." "An angel?" asked Burak, frowning as he played along. "I thought it was your husband?" "Ah, well, he's as lazy as they make them," sighed Ayedah dramatically. "So I think it must have been an angel." Burak gave a hearty roar of laughter, Ayedah joining in as he said, "You're a cheeky little writer, you know that?" "Your cheeky little writer, my Dear," Ayedah whispered, and she hugged him even tighter, shutting her eyes again.

"Why, who knew you were such a hugger, Ayedah Natalya Harraz Celik?" chuckled Burak, after he had given her brow a small peck. Ayedah opened one eye, surveying him with it; "I'm not a big hugger, really, Burak Celik," she said. "Just for you, though." "Mm, that's good," said Burak, smirking, a glint of possessiveness evident in his eyes. "Just for me...now that is a compliment." Ayedah giggled again, before it turned into more of a snigger when her expression turned mischievous.

"Well, if I had to be honest, I actually wouldn't mind hugging Bucky Barnes," she joked, making him roll his eyes at yet another chaff about that particular favorite Marvel character. "He looks very, very cuddly and warm and snug- AAH BURAK!"

Her teasing was cut short when Burak had taken to attacking her with a series of kisses and tickles that sent her squealing under him with mirth. "Burak! Stop!" she cried out, tears of laughter streaming down her cheeks. "Stop, ha-ha!" "Say you're only mine, and I will," he demanded, continuing to tickle her around her waist and tummy as he peppered light and feathery kisses on her neck, collarbone and shoulder.

"F-fine, I'm y-yours!" she squawked. "Let me go!" "You forgot the 'only'," corrected Burak in a calm voice as he tickled harder. "I won't stop until you get your sentence correct, Canim." "I-I'm only y-yours!" she fixed the statement, still laughing hard whilst gasping for air. "And I'll only hug you, no other m-man! Now STOP!"

He did, and pressed one last kiss to her cheek as he let her breathe. "Enjoyed yourself?" he asked, smirking. Ayedah glared at him, her brown eyes narrowed as she breathed heavily to bring the air back into her lungs. "No," she said rather untruthfully, making her husband smirk wider. "But I suppose I'll have to get used to this though, won't I? Your tickles that are oh-so famous." "How are they famous?" he asked. "Emirhan warned me," Ayedah answered promptly, making Burak chuckle. "He told me you used to tickle him and your younger cousins a lot as a kid and sometimes still do." "He's not wrong," Burak murmured, his face hovering over hers. "But you're the only one to get the kisses too, Yazarim." "Oh, what a joy," said Ayedah sarcastically, causing Burak to chuckle. "I am very much looking forward to being attacked with kisses and tickles every day." "You should be," he whispered, and kissed her lips again.

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