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" I am Noursheen's son"

That simple sentence sonehown made me excited yet frightened at the same time. The idea of Nourie having children or a family of her own, made me happy, for after all these years she deserved to be at peace, but at the same time.

It scared me.

How she had hidden it from everyone. That she had a son who was probably a year or two older than Roshan.

I always knew Nourie had been married, it wasn't exactly a secret and naturally, to come to think of it, she would have had a child or children but why did she leave him behind.

Why didn't Nourie look after Iskendar and bring him up with us, me and Roshan, and better yet why didn't Iskendar know about his mother until recently.

All these thoughts ran through my mind, like a marathon. Through every corner and every curve. I tried to make scenarios in mind, to try and ease my theories but nothing seemed to be working.

Sighing softly, I looked from my shaking hands towards the ceiling seeing the bright lights illuminating across the large hall and through the kitchen.

Deniz who was sitting beside me, silent, for the longest of times cleared his throat and stood up. His eyes flickering towards me. Tiredness written all through them. Today had been stressful enough for all of us.

" Farya, I'm gonna head upstairs. If you need anything give me a shout"

He spoke making me smile and nod, as he leaned down. Placing a kiss on my forehead. On cue, the front door opened and I could feel my breathing halt for a short moment as I glanced upwards. My eyes landing on the grey ones before me.

Moving away from me, Deniz gave me one last tired look before he walked up the stairs and disappeared down the hallway, completely ignoring the man glaring his way.

And all that remained was me, the silence and Moustafa.

The sound of his boots hitting the floor reached my ears as I looked upwards at the man, seeing him hold a brown paper bag before he slowly placed it on the table in front of me.

" Hi"

" Farya"

Moustafa replied back in greetings making me smile and see the man sit infront of me, a tired groan escaping his mouth.

" I bought you food. Roasted chicken, and Naan bread and of course- roasted nuts" He spoke and I could feel the biggest smile come on my face but I tried maintaining a neutral look, as I nodded and reached towards the bag.

" Thank you. You really didn't have to Aylin cooke-"

" I know Farya, I wanted to"

He spoke as silence came on to us and I reached towards the bag before opening it slowly. I felt my mouth water all of a sudden at the aromatic smell from the freshly made food. Standing up slowly, I walked towards the kitchen before grabbing two plates, a bottle of water and some sauces.

Sitting down in my usual spot, I placed a plate in front of Moustafa and one before me. Reaching towards the bag, I dished out the roast for the man in front of me, before filling my plate up.

" Thank you"

He spoke in his familiar deep voice as he rolled his sleeves up and started eating, making me do the same. An easy silence falling on us.

" Elif was asking about you. I told her about the pregnancy and Mirya can barely contain her excitement"

Moustafa started making me look up and a smile fell across my face, remembering Mirya's cute little smile and Elif's kind eyes.

" Elder Ali was asking about you as well"

" And Esma?"

I suddenly asked hearing Moustafa inhale sharply and look down. His jaw clenching tightly. I felt a sad smile come across my face as my gaze flickered at my growing stomach.

" I won't let any harm come to you or our daughter"

Moustafa spoke making me nod, but not believing his words entirely. That was a promise he couldn't fulfil and even I knew that. Continuing with our food silence greeted us again, and this time it went through the entire course as we finished our food and placed the dishes in the sink.

Sitting back on the sofa, I felt my eye lids get heavier as Moustafa joined me, sitting on the same sofa but with a good distance between us.

" How did Nourie react"

Moustafa asked making me swallow sharply, a lump forming in my throat. Closing my eyes I can still see the tears rushing down her face as she held the letter in her hands. Telling her, her ex husband had left her a property in Istanbul but truth be told. Nourie didn't want anything to do with her ex-husband or his will.

She only cried for her son, whom she was forced to leave at two months. I hadn't ever seen Nourie cry as much as she did today, the last time she cried this much was at Roshan's fune-

" How do you think? I mean she still hasn't seen her son for the last Twenty-four years"

" I can imagine. When were you planning on telling me about our baby?"

He asked all of a sudden, causing me to look from my lap and on to his face seeing pain flash across his eyes. Turning my face away from him, I felt a low sigh rip from my mouth.

I knew he was hurting, he was upset that I had kept all of this a secret from him but deep down I knew it would only end in disaster. Kenan wasn't supposed to tell Moustafa or even find out, but now that he knows. I'm glad.

He does have the right over our child, and even if our marriage was on the brink of collapsing. I wouldn't let that affect our child's relationship with their father. For even I knew, time was only limited and God only knows how long I have left. At least after our daughter is born, and if something did happen to me. I know Moustafa would be there for her.

" I-I was going to tell you"

" When she was born"

He spoke back clearly upset making me sigh and look towards him. Not knowing what to say. Silence fell on us again and after the longest of times I heard Moustafa sigh as he looked towards me.

" I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have lied to you. It's all my fault"

He spoke as he scooped near me, our bodies and inch away. Just the thought of that dreadful day sent shivers down my spine. The day I gave him my heart, and how he tore it the very next morning.

" Even if it means I'll beg for your forgiveness the rest of our lives I will, but by God Farya Aydin, don't give me that look"

He spoke making me swallow sharply and slowly sit up. My back hurting in the process. A low hiss escaped my mouth making Moustafa jump to his feet and in an instant he was beside me. A frantic look on his face.

" What is it? Is it the baby?"

He asked making me shake my. Unable to form any words. The answer didn't seem to please him as he reached towards me and in a simple move he held me upwards bridal style. Making me gasp.

" Shh it's okay. I'll be careful I'm just taking you upstairs to your bed"

He spoke making me swallow sharply and nod. A- because I was extremely tired and knew I couldn't possibly walk those stairs myself, and B- the look he had on his face made my entire body turn limp. The look of utter possessivnes and care rolling through his grey eyes. Spoke thousands of unspoken words.

Moustafa held me as if I weighed like a feather, which was a complete lie because I was heavy and also pregnant, which made me even heavier but he held me so easily it almost made the task look like a child's play.

Holding on to his arm in fear of falling, the man easily walked up the stairs, his gazed trained ahead but from time to time he'd glance at me and his eyes would soften.

" I can walk from here"

" Yeah, good for you but I'm still carrying you"

He spoke in a gruff voice making me furrow my eyebrows but nonetheless direct him to my room which was down the hallway. Opening the door, his leg kicked it open even further and I was greeted to the sight of the french balcony doors open and the white silk like curtains dancing against the breeze.

Walking inside, I felt Moustafa near towards my bed before he placed me down on it slowly and stood in front of me, almost awkwardly.

Standing up from my bed, I walked towards the wardrobe before pulling the mirror doors open and grabbing my new maternity pyjamas, not uttering a single word.

Holding them in my hand, I found myself walking inside the bathroom, the thought of Moustafa now in my bedroom sending my heart in a frenzy. Intaking a sharp breath, I pulled my dress upwards before slipping on to comfy flimsy material with matching trousers.

Pulling my hair down from its bun, I felt my strands fall in to loose waves as I scanned the mirror. Large hazel eyed stared back at me, mixed with both pain and fear as if they were searching for something, anything to tell its tales to.

Splashing cold water on to my face, I reached for the towel before drying my skin. Inhaling a deep breath through my nose, I quickly brushed my teeth and lightly combed my hair before stepping out of the bathroom.

The sight before me, left me shell shocked all of a sudden. I could feel my thundering heartbeat consume my hearing as I stared upwards. A mixture of amusement and shock playing over me.

There before me, was Moustafa half on the bed, and half on the floor, asleep as he held a stuffed toy giraffe near him. It took me a good few moments of standing there to actually start processing what was happening.

This six foot- something man was lightly snoring whilst holding our daughters toy. I didn't know Moustafa was a cuddly toy person. Smiling to myself, I walked towards the man, before kneeling beside him.

I didn't know what took over me as I reached forward and brushed a loose strand off his face. Tucking it behind his ear, my hand slowly cupped his stubble cheeks.

" Moustafa wake up"

I slowly whispered hearing the man groan a little but still his eyes remained closed. Knowing he wasn't going to wake up in the first try, I reached towards his shoulders and shook him lightly in hopes of waking him up again.

" Moustafa come on. You're way to heavy for me to pick up"

" My love, five more minutes"

He spoke and I could feel my breathing hitch a little just in time for the man's eyes to open as he blinked them slowly, as if to register his sudden surroundings.

" Shit! I'm sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep, you must be tired-"

" Moustafa-"

He spoke all of a sudden making me pipe in as he stilled and looked at me. His eyes tired and the same look displayed across his face.

The moment I opened my mouth, I knew the words I uttered would one day cost me but I still found myself speaking as my gaze flickered towards the man, and my voice slowly reached my ears.

" It's okay, you can stay for the night"

I spoke seeing a surprised look on the mans face before he sat up and cleared his throat.

" Are you sure?" He asked making me nod and stand up from my position, my back hurting at the sudden movement. Sitting on the bed, I closed my eyes wanting to catch my breath before I felt the bed dip besides me.

" Farya you don't have to-"

" Moustafa, it's really late don't make me second guess myself"

I spoke seeing him nod as I slowly adjusted my bed and placed a small pillow behind my back, just to support me. Moustafa large figure leaned back against the headboard as we both stared ahead at the open balcony doors and the sound of the beach waves reaching ours ears.

I could feel Moustafa strong hand reach towards mine as he held it, entwining our fingers before bringing it towards his lips.

" Moustafa"

" Mhm"

He hummed back in response as he held our hands together and stared at the open night before us.

" Will you be there, for our daughter?"

I suddenly asked seeing his grey eyes land on me before a heart stopping smile came across his face, in which his pearly white teeth came in sight and his face lightened up. The sight itself made it hard for me to breath as the man leaned in and placed a kiss on my cheek, his lips lingering a little longer than it should.

" I'll be there, for the both of you till the end of my days"

He promised and I could feel a smile come across my face before I cleared my throat and looked away slowly. The act didn't go unnoticed by my husband, as I felt him reach towards my face. His fingers underneath my chin making our eyes meet.

" Farya, I'm sorry for everything I did but I promise you. I'll seek your forgiveness for the rest of our lives"

He spoke and something about that sentence, or was it just a word, that hit against me. Almost as if someone had pulled a chord deep inside making my heart flutter in pain.

Moustafa didn't give me a moment to react as I felt the man lean in. His warm lips brushing against mine, ever so slowly, making my breathing hitch.

I felt almost breathless and Moustafa knew it too as he smiled lightly against my lips before his lips trailed down my jaw and towards my neck making it harder for me to breath.

" W-What are you doing?"

I murmured feeling his large figure move towards me now, almost looming over me. His scruffy stubble brushed against my skin making a low groan escape from my lips. The urge to giggle consuming me.

" I swear I'm pregnant but your hormones are all over the place"

I gasped out feeling his teeth nip lightly against my collarbone and I felt him grin against my skin.

" When it comes to you Farya, anything is possible"

He spoke in a deep voice as I felt his hand reach towards my chest, and ever slowly towards my breast when-

" I need the toilet"

I suddenly spoke feeling the man tense against me as he slowly looked up. A horrified look coming across his face before realisation dawned on him.

" You're such a fucking tease"

He spoke as I moved off the bed and walked towards the bathroom. My bladder swearing up and down the place that it was going to burst. A minute or two didn't pass as I walked out of the bathroom seeing my husband laying on the bed, shirtless making my eyes widen.

" What I'm hot"

" Narcissist"

I whispered walking towards the bed before laying down it seeing the man hover over me slowly, his handsome tanned arms brushing at each side of me. I could feel my breathing pick up as he gave me a dangerous smile, a smile I remember all too well, the smile that's now left me five months pregnant.

Just as I felt his warm lips brushing over mine, I leaned towards him just to be met with his jaw as he reached forward towards his phone on the night stand.

" Asshole"

I muttered glaring at him seeing an innocent look on his face making me turn around. My back facing him.

" I don't know what to say wife. What has gotten over you. You're calling me all sorts"

He spoke hurt making me turn around and glare at him even harder. This man was pushing it. Fine, he wants to play. By all means, I wouldn't fall in to his trap.

I muttered bitterly and lay down on the bed, my arms stretching out and also my legs seeing the man give me a suspicious look but nonetheless lay down on his end. Reaching towards my phone, I found myself scrolling through Instagram, just to come across a video of a cooking tutorial.

I could feel my mouth water all of a sudden, as I glanced at the warm waffles with melted chocolate and ice cream, and sprinkles on top.

" Oh god! Yes, I want that"

I groaned feeling the man beside me tense as he looked at me. His eyes turning a darker shade. I could feel my mouth water seeing another piece of waffles, making me groan in hunger.

" That looks so good, I can almost taste it in my mou-"

" That fucking does it"

A low growl reached my ears beside me as I felt the man reach towards my phone before he placed it to the side. His strong arm snaked around my waist whilst his other one reached towards my hair. Holding it tightly, but not enough to hurt me, making me gasp.

" You think you can make those cute noises and remarks at someone else and I'd watch silently"

He growled, his eyes darkening and I could feel a dark smile coming across my face as I shrugged lightly and reached towards my phone.

"Moustafa"

" What?"

" Are you seriously jealous of ice cream and waffles?"

I spoke mischievously seeing him look at me confused before he looked towards my phone and an angry look came across his face. Turning his head in a circular motion, I moved away from him, my back now facing towards him hearing the bed dip a little making me follow the man's trail seeing him walk inside the bathroom.

" What are you doing?"

I muttered seeing him glare at me as he spoke making me grin before he shut the door with a harsh slam.

" Going for a cold fucking shower"

He spoke as I felt an accomplished smile on my face making me wink at the man seeing his eyes blazing. I knew he'd get me back for this, but for the time being.

Mission accomplished.

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