“He closed all my accounts. I don’t have any money.”
“I’ll open an account and send you the information. Your clothes are with me. All your things are. It would be cheaper to replace them in New York if you want to stay there.”
“Thanks, Mom. I’m safe and staying with someone who is helping me get a student visa so I can stay here.”
“That was your dream. If you want to visit or move here, you can come anytime.”
“I love you, Mom, but I want to stay here. I’ll visit you when I can.”
“Are you happy there?”
“Yes. Please don’t worry. We’ll see each other. Once I get settled, you can visit me.”
“I think it would be better for you to come here.”
“Okay. I’ve got to go now. I love you and miss you.”
“I love you too.”
When Daddy Darien returned with their hot chocolate, he sat beside him.
“How is your mother?”
“My father moved her to Italy, and she asked me if I want to go, but I told her I want to stay here. She is going to open a bank account, so I’ll have money.”
“That’s great.”
After their hot chocolate, they continued shopping, the bags in their hands growing heavier with each delightful find. Baran found a beautiful scarf and gloves for Daddy Darien, a deep blue that complemented his eyes perfectly. He shyly handed it to Daddy Darien. “I hope you like it.”
Daddy Darien’s face lit up with gratitude. “I love it, Baran. Thank you.”
As they finished their shopping and made their way back to the train station, Baran couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of happiness. The day had been a perfect blend of magic and connection, a testament to the bond they were building. This Christmas would be one Baran would always remember, marked by the warmth of Daddy Darien’s kindness and the joy of their shared experiences.
Chapter Twelve Darien
Once they arrived home, Darien and Baran settled into the living room, a space that exuded warmth and sophistication. The room was decked floor-to-ceiling with bookshelves filledwith an eclectic mix of novels and reference books. A grand piano occupied one corner, its polished surface gleaming under the soft glow of the chandelier. The fireplace crackled gently, warming the space and casting a cozy light that danced across the room. Comfortable armchairs and a plush sofa invited relaxation, while handpicked artwork collected from art galleries’ charity shows added a touch of elegance.
As they made themselves comfortable on the couch beside each other, Miss Charlotte entered with a tray of Turkish tea and freshly baked cookies. She placed the tray on the coffee table. “I thought you two might enjoy this,” she said before retreating to give them some privacy.
“Thank you, Miss Charlotte. You really know how to make me feel special,” Baran said.
“She’s the best,” Darien added.
Darien poured them each a cup of tea, the welcoming aroma mingling with the scent of the cookies. He handed Baran a cup and settled back onto the couch, feeling a sense of contentment.
Baran took a sip of his tea, then looked at Darien with a thoughtful expression. “Tonight was one of my best nights ever. Thank you for everything, Daddy Darien.”
Darien smiled. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
They sat in silence for a moment before Darien spoke again, his tone serious yet gentle. “I think we should talk about us—about rules and consequences like I promised at dinner. It’s important to me we understand each other.”
Baran nodded, setting his cup down. “I can’t wait until I hear the rules. I’m so excited you want me.”
Seeing Baran’s joy, a weight lifted from Darien’s shoulders. He stood and walked to the bookshelf, pulled out a folder out, then returned the couch.
“Would you like me to read it to you, or do you want to read it to me?”
“Read it to me, but will I get to keep a copy so I can review it?”
