Yasmin’s mouth fell open as she realized how thoughtful her husband was being. It was their tenth wedding anniversary in a few weeks, and they’d planned on having a small celebration on the island with the kids and Narin, Zeynep, and her husband. Apparently, Volkan had extended the invitation to her parents and sister.

“Thank you!” She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him, covering his cheek and chin in kisses.

“Mmmm… as much as I enjoy your gratitude, my love, you may want to hold off,” Volkan drawled with a chuckle. “The jet will soon arrive with the rest of our guests.”

“Zeynep?” she asked excitedly.

She and Zeynep had grown close over the years, developing an unshakable friendship. Zeynep continued to live with her father, but she’d remarried and her new husband had moved the pair into his home. With her husband’s backing, Zeynep started a tourism business, guiding visitors all over Istanbul and the surrounding area as well as planning excursions for her clients. She loved her business and occasionally asked Yasmin to take groups out to archaeological sites, which Yasmin was more than happy to do.

“Yes, your friend will soon arrive, along with her father, husband, and that urchin they call a son.”

Tarkan let out a whoop of happiness upon finding out his best friend would soon arrive on the island.

“You’ve planned everything, haven’t you?” Yasmin said appreciatively.

“Do you think I would allow my wife to lift a finger if she doesn’t have to?”

She laughed. “Of course not. If there’s anything I’ve learned about you over the years, it’s that you prefer your woman overfed, lazy, and at your beck and call.”

Volkan caressed her full hip, groping her, a lascivious grin spread across his face. “You said it better than I could have.”

“Enough, you two,” Yasmin’s mother scolded, peeling herself away from her grandkids long enough to hug her daughter. “After ten years, you’d think the flame would die a little. At least enough that the rest of us can bear being around you.”

“What are you saying?” Yasmin’s father asked her mother with mock disappointment. “You don’t love me the way these two love each other?”

She rolled her eyes. “God forbid. We’d be exhausted trying to keep up with their level of PDA.”

Yasmin laughed, turned in her husband’s arms, plastered herself to him, lifting a leg to hook over his hip. She grabbed him around the neck and dragged his head down to hers, going all in with a tongue-thrusting, sloppy kiss. Gales of laughter sounded behind them along with a chorus of “ewww, gross” from the kids.

Two days later, Yasmin and Volkan renewed their vows in front of their loved ones, accepting their well wishes and partying late into the night. The next morning, Yasmin woke up to another surprise.