Until I Found You

Part 11

Omer, who was getting ready for bed, heard the familiar notification chime on his phone. He picked it up to see the photo from Kivilcim, his heart warming at the sight of her and their sleeping children and Kivilcim's radiant smile in the selfie.

Unable to resist, he quickly typed out a message in response, his fingers dancing across the screen as he sent it off to Kivilcim.

As Kivilcim's phone buzzed with Omer's reply, she couldn't help but smile.

Omer: Who's that woman on the far left?

Before Kivilcim could reply "That's me, Omer." Omer's response came in swiftly,

I think I might be falling for her

Kivilcim's heart fluttered at Omer's sweet words, a warmth spreading through her as she read his message. Deciding to savor the moment, Kivilcim set her phone aside, choosing not to reply immediately. Instead, she turned off the lights and savored the stillness of the room, allowing herself to drift into a peaceful slumber against her pillow.

The next day

The next day, the sun rose lazily over the city, casting its warm glow over the bustling streets of Nisantasi. Amidst the sounds of honking, Omer and Kivilcim found themselves seated at a quaint cafe with their children as they ate their breakfast. 

Omer: Metehan didn't bother you last night, did he?

Kivilcim: No he's a very good kid. He's lucky to have a father like you. And actually, they all slept peacefully through the night. With soccer practice and staying up late, they were super tired. 

Omer: "Well, I'm glad they slept well. Metehan's been really excited about his soccer lately. Did he tell you about his dream of becoming the next Messi?"

Kivilcim laughed, shaking her head. "Oh yes, every chance he gets! He's got quite the determination, just like his father." Their conversation paused momentarily as they attended to their children, making sure they were happily occupied with their breakfast. 

After a moment, Omer leaned in closer to Kivilcim, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Speaking of dreams, have you thought any more about our conversation last night?"

Kivilcim furrowed her brows slightly, recalling their discussion about their plans for the future. "Yes, I have a little bit.

As Omer took a casual sip of his drink, a mischievous glint danced in his eyes, and he leaned forward, breaking the tranquil atmosphere with a playful challenge.

"Kivilcim, so when are you going to take me out on a date?" he quipped, a smirk playing on his lips. He takes a sip of his drink and sits back, looking at her seriously. 

Taken aback, Kivilcim raised an eyebrow, her own amusement evident in her response. "Excuse me? Aren't men supposed to sweep the woman they want to win over off their feet? You should be asking me out on a date."

Omer chuckled, leaning back in his chair with a playful grin. "Yes, and so I would. It isn't exactly my style to have a woman ask me out.... but you owe me a date after leaving early on our first date."

"First date? We never went on a date?" Kivilcim replied, a hint of confusion coloring her tone.

"Ouch, was my dinner that forgettable?" Omer teased, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a knowing smile.

"That was not a date, Omer Bey. The one where your assistant comes over and interrupts us every five minutes to discuss work doesn't quite qualify," Kivilcim interjected with annoyance. She looks to the side and then shifts her gaze to her lap, where she plays with her fingers.