Hudson's POV:
There he is. In front of my door and I finally realize the flowers in his hands.
"What are you doing here?" I snap.
"Umm- I, uhh didn't know you are here, Hudson. What's... up?" He stutters nervously. I enjoy his fear of me but still, I'm too mad. I just don't talk but frown.
"Trevor! Hello." Ashley greets. What is going on? Trevor smiles back at her and hands out the sunflowers. He was holding.
"Flowers for the sun." He flirts with her. She just smiles awkwardly and I know from that look that she doesn't like him back. I turn to Kerem and he's already laughing at me.
"Did I miss something or what is he doing here?" I mumble angrily.
"Are you jealous?" Kerem playfully chuckles. I frown at him.
"You are jealous!" He almost says out loud and chuckles even louder. I make a sign that he should be quiet but he doesn't care.
Ashley's POV:
"Why did this guy show up? Sorry, Meredith." Defne asks pissed. We're preparing drinks for the guys in the kitchen while Hudson's parents are out.
"He still has a crush on Ashley. I saw Hudson's face... he almost killed him and the door." Meredith whispers and giggles right after. Defne joins her but I don't have a good feeling. I know Hudson was always jealous when Trevor showed up. Flashbacks on our date come up and I have to smile about his jealousy and silly ideas.
"Obviously she's thinking about Hudson right now." Defne says and I come back to reality. Meredith and her chuckle and I join them this time.
Before I bring some snacks in the living room I shortly watch for Deniz. She sits right next to Hudson and grabs his arm. He looks down at her and they both smile at each other.
I dreamed of this kind of moment since she was 4 and asked for the first time about her father. In Kindergarten all the children had a father but she didn't. That's when I started going out with Trevor but first just as friends. Then he cached feelings and I reduced the meetings. Kerem and Meredith call them dates but I don't want to call them like this.
"Deniz, if you're tired then better go lay down upstairs, sweetheart." Trevor says to her and Hudson immediately looks angry at him.
"No, I want to stay here with my dad." Deniz says and I immediately start crying. These times, it's tears of happiness.
"Oh... so she knows then..." Trevor turns to Kerem next to him.
"Yes. She knows." Hudson glares. Awkward silence is in the living room and I don't know if I should interrupt it but Meredith pushes me a little from behind. I move forward and then straight to the quiet guys.
"Anne, can you and dad bring me to bed later, like last time?" Deniz asks and I noticed her blinking with her right eye to Hudson. He gets red just like me.
"Umm... sure, Birtanem." I answer and try to avoid eye contact with Trevor. I feel bad for giving him hope in us. I didn't do it on purpose but still, I feel bad.
Trevor didn't stay long. He probably got it that it's bad timing and this became very awkward. He left after less than one hour and Hudson and I brought Deniz to bed. She must've had again a bad dream and woke up. Anytime she used to become a bad dream she wakes up and doesn't sleep until she forgot about her dream. I always get worried when this happens.
When Hudson and I get out of the room he looks mad at me. One hour ago he kissed me now he's mad?
"What's wrong?" I ask. He looks deeply into my eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me you were dating guys? Especially my cousin Trevor??" He almost yells and I make a sign to be quiet.
"Psh, you're going to wake her up again!!" I whisper angrily.
"Answer my question, Ashley. Why?" He asks very seriously.
"I didn't date anybody. I just met Trevor sometimes as a friend, not more.
"As a friend? Does he know this?" Hudson asks sarcastically like this question is already answered of himself.
"I didn't mention it... but he noticed for sure." I defend him and myself.
"I hope for him." He threatens.
"Why? Are you my boyfriend or something?" I ask madly. But as soon as I say it, I regret it. I think of rushing downstairs before he answers my question. I'm afraid he's going to say something hurtful like always when he's hurt. I walk away from him but before I even can catch the first stair he holds me.
I can feel the shudder behind my bag.
... (to be continued)