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Chapter 50 - Angels on guard

Koray, by inertia, continued to click the camera, Omer's legs were rooted to the floor, and Seda and Laura were already running to their friend.

- What? - Laura exclaimed, and tears sparkled in her eyes. -The child? Is it moving?

Defne still pressed her palms to her stomach and nodded. Her enchanted gaze shone with tenderness. Omer leaped from his place, but Koray was ahead of him. He flew up to his skinny girl and began, like obsessed, photographing her face. His mouth, like a burst of machine-gun, fired the words:

- Skinny, can you imagine what I just shoot. It's a bomb! Family heirloom. You will show these photos to little Omyushik and say: Look! The ingenious Koray filmed the moment when you moved in your mother's tummy.

Omer tried to push him away and get to his wife, but he nudged him along the ribs and continued to photograph the cute skinny girl at a rate of one hundred frames per minute. Daddy-to-be grabbed his side and growled:

- Break up all!

The girls jumped to the side, and Koray pulled his head into his shoulders and lowered the camera. Omer went to Defne and, looking into her eyes, put his hands on top of hers. His heart was pounding furiously in his chest.

"The bead?" - asked his look.

She stretched out her hand and, covering his on top, pressed his warm, large hand tightly to her stomach. He heard a thrill. Delicate, barely perceptible. Like a wave of butterfly wings.

"Little one," Omer whispered. His voice trembled. - Daddy's daughter.

- Father's daughter?! - Repeated Koray, carefully scanning the touching scene and, exulting, shouted: - Ay-la-la!!! We will have a girl!!!

Everyone who was watching the boss and his wife burst into enthusiastic shouts.

But Omer and Defne did not hear them. They looked into each other's eyes, and their happiness was so tangible that you could touch it with your hand.

"She's growing!" Omer's gaze spoke.

"Yes!" - answered the shining eyes of Defne.

"We can hear and feel it!"

"Yes!"

"She is our precious, most beloved girl!"

"Yes!"

"I will take care of both of you!"

"We will love you ..."

Omer took a deep breath and kissed his wife with a long, quivering, tender kiss.

The space around them exploded with applause and camera shutters.

***

"Well, where is he?!" - Lаila repeated angrily and scolded herself for not taking the phone number from the programmer. Now he was really needed! It was vital for her to get to Zubeyir before Passionis's bosses and security services. She knew for sure - he was at the hotel. In the morning, she conveyed Omer's order to him to be present at the filming site so that the software would work flawlessly, and no annoying trifle, such as photos that refuse to be saved on the server, did not cause discomfort to Defne. She still laughed to herself, imagining what discomfort awaits his priceless wife when she walks out on the polished steps of the stairs in slippery shoes. But the order, giggling and mentally celebrating her victory, she carried out. But as it happened, Defne crashed right in the corridor and even into the arms of her husband. Like a witch who put magic protection around herself!

But where is this Zubeyir!

The ear caught a raspy muttering, vaguely reminiscent of singing. It came from a corner stylized as a winter garden. There, among the date palms, stood a crimson velvet sofa. He was on it, covering his ears with headphones and staring at a laptop, Zubeyir sat and hummed a fashionable song out of tune.