GonBor- A Gonca hatun and Boran alp story

Chapter 62- Moonlight

(A/N: It's time for a kinda large time skip. I really wanted to get to Aylah's birth because I was kinda getting bored with my constant stalling. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.)

Boran alp P.O.V

About 4 Months Later~

I paced nervously outside my tent. My child would be born today. A little boy or girl that I would teach everything I've known. 

After what seemed like ages, I heard a little cry from inside my tent, and I froze. A moment later, Bala hatun and the midwife steps outside, "Congratulations Boran alp, you have a healthy, beautiful, baby girl."

I exhale slowly as that information sets in my mind, 'I have a daughter, a baby girl.' I enter my tent, quickly dropping down on my knees, "Gonca..." Gonca looks up from the bundle in her arms. "We have a daughter, Boran'm."

I wordlessly nod as Gonca shifts my child into my arms. I carefully place a soft kiss on her forehead, "My beautiful girl." Nothing else existed to me at the moment as my daughter's eyes flutter open. I find myself staring into the exact same shade of eyes I fell in love with.

"Gonca, she has your eyes, look," Gonca smiles, "Exactly what you wanted, Happy?" I nod with quiet chuckle, " Very, Very happy, the happiest I've ever been." I press a long kiss to Gonca's forehead, sitting beside her as I watch my child sleep, peacefully.

'I promise I'll never let anyone hurt you, I'll keep you safe, my sweet girl.'

Later That Day~

"Since we already established my bad naming skills, go ahead," Osman says with a chuckle and I nod, grinning. I lean down slightly, whispering the adhaan in my daughter's ear.

"Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar"

"Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar"

"AshaduAllah ilaha Ilallah"

"AshaduAllah ilaha Ilallah"

"Ashaduana Muhammada Rasullah"

"Ashaduana Muhammada Rasullah"

"Hayaala Salah, Hayaala Salah"

"Hayaalal Falah, Hayaalal Falah"

"Allahu Akbar, Allahu Akbar"

"La ilaha Ilallah"

"Your name is Aylah, Your name is Aylah, Your name is Aylah."

"May you be moonlight in the dark, always shining brightly. May Allah make you happy, strong and keep you on the right path, My Aylah."

Prayers are passed around and I stand with Osman and Gunduz, watching Goktug hold Aylah. I nudge Osman, "Goktug's icy heart is melting." 

Osman snorts, "All this hanging out with little babies has made him soft."  Goktug turns around, "Shut it, I can hear you," I roll my eyes, "Yeah, yeah, softie. Now give me my child back." 

"Our children are going to end up saying bad words by the age of three, thanks to Goktug, here." Osman jokes and I nod, "Definitely. And when we ask who taught them that, they'll be pointing fingers at him."

"I'm not that bad," Goktug says defensively, "No, you're not that bad, it's only funny because you get worked up over it." I shoot back, and Goktug just sticks his tongue out at me.

"Baba!" We hear Orhan's voice as the twins crawl into the main room of the Marquee, "No, Ohan shh!" Melike says, right after her brother, they both were able to speak a few words and tried to say each other's names. But, Melike struggled to say Orhan and would get very, very frustrated.

"Melike, Orhan, look, you have a new friend," Osman says, gesturing them both over while I crouch down, so they could see. "Ba-by?" Orhan asks in a little bit too loud voice, pointing to Aylah and Osman nods, "Baby is sleeping, Orhan, Shh."

"I'm Me-like," Melike says, pointing to herself, and I smile, "This is Aylah." Melike frowns to herself, a look of concentration at the new word, "Ay... Aylah?" "Good job, Melike!" I say, and Melike smiles, happy at her achievement.

I give Aylah back to Gonca and she goes back to our tent with Bala hatun while we play with the twins. "Orhan, who is the best Emmi?" Orhan looks up as he sucks his thumb, he then looks around and points to Gunduz.

"Oh yeah? He's not going to be your favorite after he forces you to read and write," Osman grumbles sarcastically. "Well, it worked, didn't it? You could be writing a book on your life for all I know," Gunduz points out and I nod. "Gunduz's classes are probably the reason for your very dramatic speeches."

Osman scoffs, "My speeches are a work of art, Boran, "Keep telling yourself that." I retort, and I turn to see whatever Goktug and Melike are doing. "Melike, who is the best Emmi?" Melike, of course without hesitation, pointed to Goktug.

"See, I'm the best," Goktug declares and Melike slowly reaches for the handle of his dagger. "Wait, no, Melike, that's dangerous," Goktug says, quickly, taking her hand away from the weapon. "And that's why I have hidden all my weapons," Osman says, shaking his head as Goktug deflects Melike's efforts to take his dagger.

"I don't understand why they're so attracted to dangerous objects," Osman says in disbelief, and Gunduz shakes his head. "You were the exact same way, always stealing our father's daggers. Or any weapon you saw laying around. So, technically, Orhan and Melike do it, because you would do the same thing."

I chuckle, "You have only yourself to blame now, Osman." "I can't wait for these two to start lecturing us on statehood like you do, Osman," Gunduz puts in and Goktug laughs. "That will be amazing," I nod, "Now, that's something I could definitely see happening."

A/N: Hey guys! Yay, Aylah is here! I hope you all enjoyed and let me know if there is anything in particular you want to see.

Salaam and Have a great day!