They were out until midnight, visiting everywhere Hakan had told her about and some places Barak also wanted to show her. They went about as though they would never have a chance to go on such an outing again.
BY the time they returned to the Fredah estate, they were both pleasantly exhausted. After spending a good amount of time doing nothing in the bathtub, they had dried themselves and now they sat together in the balcony of their room, silently looking over the wide estate.
Neriah sat atop him with her back resting on his chest, and he stroked her gently without breaking the silence between them. It was such a comfortable silence that Neriah could not help but wonder how in the world they had made it that far.
With the way they had started out their marriage, who would have thought a day would come when she would curl in his arms and he would gladly carry her and that she would love it too. Life was strange.
