They still stayed tangled in each other's arms, the quiet afternoon stretching like warm honey around them. Kairo kept tracing slow shapes on her belly, fingers gliding over her curves as if her warmth calmed something restless inside him. Sara closed her eyes, enjoying the silence, his weight, his presence.
After a long moment, he finally spoke, voice muffled against her neck.
"This Tuesday evening… we have to attend a party."
Sara stilled. "What party?"
"It's about that client I told you about. From the Middle East… King Amir Al-Rahman."
Her eyes widened immediately. "A king?"
"Yes," he said casually, still draped over her like a giant cat refusing to move. "He's hosting a party in Belvaria and invited me to come with my family."
She blinked. "Good. Then go with your dad."
He instantly lifted his head, staring at her with a face that screamed, Are you serious right now?
"What?" she said. "Don't even think of taking me and Zayn."
"He said family." His tone hardened. "Which means you are included. Don't even dare to refuse."
"Kairo… how can I go with you? You're still 'single' for the world. And suddenly—"
"If that's what's bothering you," he cut her off, "I'll make a press conference tomorrow and make everything official."
"No, no..., I don't need publicity," she said quickly.
"Then come to the party with me," he said firmly. "I want to introduce you and Zayn to him. He's one of our most credible clients. If he finalizes the deal, it'll be a huge opportunity for Novacore to establish outside Europe."
Sara looked at him, her eyes slightly nervous. "I've never been to any… high-class business party," she admitted softly.
His face softened. He wanted to ask her something, but stopped himself.
"Don't worry," he murmured instead. "I'll be there. And Dad will be there too. He's good at handling these elite gatherings."
She smiled. "You asked your dad to come?"
"Of course," he said simply. "He's the founder of Novacore."
She smiled, nodded. "Fine… but what about Zayn? It's a party, and he's still small."
"It's a family event. All business families will be there. Nothing adult," he assured her.
She looked at him thoughtfully, then smiled. "Okay. But I need a dress for that party."
He grinned. "No worries. We'll go shopping tomorrow evening on the way home."
She giggled softly, and he immediately snuggled back into her arms like her warmth was the only place he wanted to be.
She stroked his back for a moment before remembering something. Her lips twitching into that mischievous smirk,
"Do you remember our first encounter… in that club?"
He hummed. "Why'd you suddenly think of that?"
She chuckled. "You mentioned party… it reminded me. That was my first time going to a party. Nora dragged me. And I accidentally barged into your room."
He looked up instantly, sensing where she was going. "Stop…"
She didn't; instead, laughed louder. "And I was blessed to see my crush standing naked like a Greek god, and—"
Before she could finish, his palm slapped over her mouth, his green eyes burning into hers.
She smiled beneath his hand, eyes sparkling with mischief. He cracked, cheeks turning faintly pink.
"Baby, stop it… You're embarrassing me," he whined.
"Oh? You get embarrassed, too?" she teased.
He groaned dramatically. "You really know what you're doing… I was such an idiot back then."
She cupped his cheeks. "You weren't embarrassed back then. Remember, you even invited me to join you."
He immediately collapsed back onto her chest, hiding his burning face. She burst out laughing, her body shaking as she held him.
"You scared the life out of me that night," she said between giggles. "You looked unreal. I was literally mesmerized by your naked beauty until you opened your mouth and asked me to join you!"
He groaned louder, pressing his face even deeper into her neck while she laughed harder. He squeezed her waist to stop her, but she slapped his hand away.
He groaned again and buried himself in her neck, not able to face her, her laughter vibrating through both of them.
And then "Are you still alive in there?" she teased, trying to find his face. He didn't respond.
"It's shocking… to see my shameless college fuckboy is suddenly flustered."
"I'm not him anymore," he argued weakly, still hiding.
She smiled. "But I fell for that boy first."
"Forget him," he mumbled. "Accept this gentleman."
"I married this gentleman, now," she said, kissing his head.
His lips twitched into a smile. "You're a brat sometimes," he complained softly.
"And you were shameless all the time," she teased again.
He groaned again and pulled her tighter, lips brushing her skin. "You are teasing me too much, soda glass. I might switch back to shameless again."
She laughed even harder. "You already are."
He giggled, actually giggled, and pinched her waist, making her yelp. She smacked his hands away.
They stayed still, wrapped around each other, for a while, then he suddenly whispered against her skin,
"I have something to tell."
She paused, fingers stilling. "What?"
Kairo lifted his head slowly, green eyes shining with something… shy? Nervous? Mischievous? She couldn't tell.
"You'll not scold me or hit me," he warned quietly.
Sara raised one brow with that classic sassy expression he knew too well. "Don't say things that make me hit you."
He chuckled under his breath. "Okay, okay… actually…"
He stopped, thinking, almost hesitant.
"Actually…?" Sara repeated, suspicious.
He looked up at her, green eyes sparkling with something soft, hopeful. "I want a mini Sara," he confessed.
She blinked. "What do you mean by mini me?"
Kairo gave her that "don't play dumb" look.
"I want a baby girl," he confessed again, voice dropping into a gentle, desire-filled tone, almost dreamily. "One who looks exactly like you… same face, same eyes, everything the same. Not a single change. My tiny soda glass."
Sara's mouth fell open. "What—? I'm not ready yet! And why another baby? Zayn is enough. I don't want another chaos running around."
She tried pushing him away, but he immediately pulled himself back, arms fastening around her waist like a mischievous octopus, laughing softly.
"Baby… not now. Only when you want. I'm not forcing anything," he said, his voice calm, honest. "I just… wanted to tell you my wish."
She glared at him for a second, then smirked mischievously.
"Fine," she said. "I'll donate you my eggs. Make one yourself."
He blinked… at first, stunned. Then chuckled, hugging her even tighter, snuggling into her, like she was the funniest, cutest thing he'd ever seen. "Stop kidding. If I could, I would make a dozen of you… and another dozen of me. But I can't," he said dramatically.
Sara stared at him, scandalized. "Oh, really? You think making babies is that easy?"
He chuckled, again, brushing back her hair. "I'm not saying it's easy. Just… one baby girl. That's it. I won't ask again."
"No," She refused immediately.
His face fell into the softest, most dramatic pout. "Please… baby. I swear, I'll take care of you through the whole process. I won't even let your feet touch the ground; I'll carry you and my baby girl everywhere. Full queen treatment. Just one Mini Sara. Then you can ask me for anything and I'll do it."
Sara gave him a very suspicious look, narrowing her eyes as if he were plotting something.
He sighed, then used the one card he rarely used, honesty from the deepest part of him.
"I want to feel it," he said quietly. "I want to experience it properly this time… your pregnancy. I want to see you carrying my baby. I want to feel that joy of becoming a father again, but this time… I want to witness every moment I missed with Zayn."
His voice dropped, raw and full of gentle dreams.
"Your mood swings… your late-night cravings… your tantrums, your morning sickness, all of it. Every little thing. I want to hold your belly and talk to my baby girl… tell her sweet things every day. I want to be there for everything I missed with Zayn."
Sara's heart melted a little; she felt it. His sincerity. His longing. His wish.
But she wasn't going to show it so easily. Instead, she narrowed her eyes. "So basically… You want to watch me suffer one more time?"
His face twisted instantly. "No… baby!, no suffering. I told you, I'll take care of you. Please… ask me for anything in return, but give me a baby girl," he pleaded softly.
Sara glared at him. "Making a babygirl isn't in my hands. You have to make sure of that."
Kairo broke into a soft laugh, kissed her cheek. "Okay… I'll take care of that," he teased, "Just make sure your genes work this time."
She smacked his arm. "I can't control that!"
"You can… my stubborn soda glass," he said in a childish voice, pressing his forehead to hers, rubbing gently, playful and tender at the same time, until she giggled.
"Get off, asshole… you're crushing me!" she yelped.
He giggled and shifted slightly, still holding her because he obviously wasn't moving away.
Then, with a serious-but-not-serious face, he asked, "So… when can we start?"
She blinked. "Start what?"
"Project Baby Girl," he said, wiggling his eyebrows like a certified clown..
"Not now," she warned.
"But we can at least start the process… right? It requires a lot of hard work, you know," he said in a fake-scientific tone, as if explaining an experiment.
"Oh, really? For you, it literally took one night last time, fuckboy," she shot back.
His eyes darkened with a slow, dangerous smirk. "Of course, baby… but according to research, making a girl needs way more effort. So we should start early."
She played along, raising a brow. "Oh? And which research says that, Mr. Scientist?"
"Kairo's Official Thesis on Making Babies, freshly published moments ago," he declared with dramatic pride, like he'd just invented a groundbreaking discovery.
She snorted, laughing. "Asshole."
He laughed too, loving the sound of her laugh, and stole a quick kiss from her lips in between, making her push him away playfully.
And just like that, with laughter echoing softly, bodies tangled together, warmth blending, their Sunday afternoon slipped away in the sweetest, most beautiful way.