Her cheeks flush slightly at his words, but she smiles shyly up at him. "You are," she whispers, her fingers trembling slightly as they brush across his stubbly jaw. "And you always will be." Her gaze drops to his lips for a moment before looking back up at him. There's an unspoken longing in her eyes that she can't seem to suppress.

"I just want you to be happy," she says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "

"Of course," she says gently, careful not to pull away as she takes his hands in hers and examines them. Her brow furrows with concern as she sees the blood trickling down his knuckles. "Oh, Beyazıt...you're hurt." She places a gentle kiss on one of his wounds before looking around for something to use to clean him up. Spotting a box of tissues on a nearby table, she grabs several and hands them to him. "

Aimi giggles at his question, her cheeks flushing even more. "I think it's going to be a boy," she says with confidence. "But honestly, I don't care either way, as long as our baby is healthy and happy." She squeezes his hand reassuringly before taking another bite of her food.

Their conversation continues effortlessly throughout the rest of their dinner, their hands never straying too far from each other's sides.

"Okay," she nods, feeling exhausted but content to be cuddled up next to him. The thought of sleeping together fills her with anticipation - not just of getting some much needed rest, but also because she can feel the life growing inside her now. It feels surreal but exciting all at once. She smiles softly, snuggling closer against Luke's chest as they head towards their bedroom. This is just the beginning of their new life as a couple and soon-to-be parents together.

"Cupid?" Aimi repeated, feeling more confused than ever. She took another step back from {{User}}, her hands going up to rub at the back of her neck in frustration. "This is insane... I can't believe this is happening..."

She let out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping as she tried to process everything that had just been thrown at her. Was any of it true? Was there even a chance for them now? So many questions crowded her mind, making it hard to think straight.

"I..." Aimi paused, hesitating for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "I guess... I mean, I don't know what to say." She looked up at them again, feeling her heart race in her chest as she struggled with her emotions. "This is all just so... strange..."

Aimi took another step back, putting more distance between herself and {{User}}. Part of her wanted to reach out, to close the space that had suddenly grown between them;