Our Fairy Tales (How Your Mother Bewitched Me)

Chapter 1

Notes:

Here is a basic timeline to follow: Elif just started school in the show so that puts her to around 4 years old then. For this fic, let's assume, she was 5 when they got married and when she was officially adopted by them. 7 when they had their first child and 9 when they had their second. Now she is 12 years old.

I have not given the children names as I am not proficient with choosing Turkish names. If I were to choose, the names would be related to space.

One night, while tucking his kids into bed, Bora told them, "Quick, quick. Close your eyes and fall asleep so that I can leave."

"But Baba, I don't want to fall asleep yet. I'm not sleepy, see!" Ada's five-year-old mini me said giggling as she wiggles her fingers in her baba's face.

"Tell us a story."

"A story? Ah okay. Which one do you want to hear today? The Paper Bag Princess by Robert Munsch? The one where the princess saves the day? The one where she slays the dragon and abandons the prince?"

"Noooo. Not that one."

"Okay then, or the story of the Sun and the Moon and how they ascended into space? Or....?" he asked slowly trailing off, as the younger one started pulling on his hand.

"No. Not those ones," said the three-year-old, and then impishly lowered his eyes before saying with a big smile, "tell us the story of the hospital. Where you had taken mom to."

"Where you guys had another conversation," chimed in their eldest, his beloved prenses, Elif.

"You guys are just like your mother, no? Silly and wild!"

"Alright then, let me get in the middle first, scooch over! Hadi," he said, pulling up the covers and sliding in between them so that his daughters were on one side of him, and his son on the other. Covering them up with the covers as well, so quickly that they were submerged underneath.

Peals of laughter could be heard throughout the house alongside shrieks and squeals as the children try to push up on the blanket, hoping it gives way. But to their dismay (or maybe not), Baba seemed to suddenly let go of the blankets and instead reached out to them, tickling then, until one could only hear those giggles. The sound mimicked those of tinkling Christmas bells.

"Stop, stop!" the kids squealed.

And Bora acquiesced.

He let them up, and settled into his new spot between the girls, with the baby sneaking in between Elif and him on his right before tucking them all into his side. They rested theirs all heads on their father's forearms.

Seeing his children comfortable, a wave of happiness and protection washed through him, and he silently vowed damage and pain unto whoever dares hurts them.

Satisfied that everyone was comfy under the blankets, he said, "So let's start tonight's tale.

"After having crashed my car into your Annem's and seeing that she had crashed her head into the steering wheel and wasn't responding or awakening no matter how much I tried, I ended up driving her to the nearest hospital.

There, I carried her in, like a hero, all bridal-style, and then lay her on a stretcher. I was quizzed for hours..."

"Don't lie dayi," Elif said giggling, "That's not what happened."

"Oh alright, I wasn't quizzed for hours just for a minute or two about exactly what transpired by the doctor in charge. Isn't that right, bitanem?"