Darius

I really loved those slow evenings.

There was not really anything to do and Ayla and I could just relax and really enjoy each other’s presence… I mean it should really be studied because it was a whole other therapy on its own.

Ayla was sitting on the chair in the balcony, wrapped in one of my jackets even though she swore by the heavens that she wasn’t cold. Her hand rested gently on her stomach, a barely-there swell that already meant the world to me.

She let out a soft sigh, ...