Oldman's Decision 03
To become a father again at this age? God I must be crazy. Could my body and soul be able to handle the insomnia that would probably be not due to sex but due to the difficulty of taking care of a baby? When it came to words it was easy to say but when it would come to action, what was I going to do?
I got into the shower very confused and not knowing what to do. The hot water pouring over my head brought me to my senses. I was being a hypocrite. Thanks to the relationship I had had with my daughter for about the last six months I felt like a sports car with a renewed engine ready to explore freedoms at any time. Especially the pleasure I got from cumming inside my daughter at the end of our hot lovemaking and the feeling of owning her was irreplaceable.
Then when Ayรงa wanted a baby I ran away like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Maybe the girl wasn't even serious. I felt like when you would drag yourself down a path that you don't know a little anxious a little excited. Damn it human beings are an ungrateful being.
I quickly went downstairs. My daughter was preparing breakfast in the kitchen dressed in her black mini-nightgown. When she saw me running towards her she thought something bad had happened and left the pan in her hand on the stove. She asked "Dad did something happen?"
I hugged her waist and kissed her on the lips. I took her head in my hands and I stroked her hair. I looked into her innocent eyes smiling. This woman was mine. "I love you so much."
"Oh dad you scared me. I thought something happened."
"I just felt like hugging and kissing you."
"I love you too my love. Come sit down and have breakfast." she said.
I couldn't take my eyes off her while we were having breakfast together. She was looking at me and smiling. I was in love with my daughter. I think she was in love with me. Could we stay like this forever? Was it possible? Would I be asking too much from God?
After breakfast we wanted to explore the island a little more on our last day. We were walking hand in hand. Away from the stress of the city without the traffic chaos a person could live here for many more years. There was a health center within walking distance of the center of the island. There was a single-storey primary school ahead. My grandson Toprak came to my mind. I imagined him running in the schoolyard.
Ayรงa was also looking towards the school. I guessed she was thinking the same thing. She looked very beautiful in the shining sun with her white strappy mini-dress and straw hat. Her shoulders, back and breasts were inviting love. Her skirt was only a hand's span below her crotch. Here, she was dressing more boldly and enjoying showing off her body.
I wanted to lay her down on the floor and fuck her without caring about anyone. Ayรงa understood my intention from the way I looked at her. It was obvious that she liked it. She leaned into my ear and said "Calm down my love." We decided to go to a cafe and have a cold drink.
"Shall we sell the house and the car and settle here? You me and Toprak."
Ayรงa was laughing. She thought I was joking. She took a sip of her lemonade. "Will you agree to sell your old car? You love him more than anyone else." she said making fun of me.
"Look at who's coming."
A gypsy woman wearing a flower-patterned shalwar approached us. She looked at me and then at my daughter. She rubbed the red carnation in her hand on my nose and offered it to my daughter.
"Uncle is this woman your daughter or your lover?" she asked me slackly.
Just as I was about to answer Ayรงa showed the diamond-solitaire ring on her finger. "I am his wife."
When I heard those words I felt good. When the gypsy woman insisted on reading her palm my daughter gave in and held out her hand.