THE SULTAN'S HEART| MAGNIFICENT CENTURY|

CHAPTER 102

Mother

Mother

Mother

My eyes opened as my heart raced at the sound of Abdullah's voice. I was in the middle of the marble clearing, the last place I saw my darling Abdullah, he was laying on the finest silk anyone can dream of however he did not feel those silks. I turned around noticing I was alone in the marble yard except for Abdullah who was standing in the area his body lay when I was given the opportunity to say my goodbyes.

"Osman is with me, mother," Abdullah said. The smile on his face made tears fill my eyes, he looked like the innocent boy he was before they snatched him from between my arms.

"Mother" I twirled around and found my Osman standing behind me with no scar over his eyes and his eye in place and not in some barbarians' pocket somewhere.

"Osman" I reached over and touched his cheek. He closed his eyes enjoying the motherly touch only I was able to offer him.

"Take care of my child" Osman begged. I have completely forgotten about Melek and their child. I nodded unable to speak anymore. A hand took hold of my hand making me turn and watch as Abdullah pulled it up to his lips and placed a kiss on my knuckles. Osman moved my hand from his cheek and also kissed my knuckled respectfully.

"Love her or him, mother, make them remember me" Osman begged. That was when I had lost all self-control and pulled him in for a hug, my poor child would never meet his own child for many years. Abdullah placed a comforting hand on my shoulder as sobs wrecked through my body.

I sat up panting. I was back in Istanbul and in my chamber. My eyes trailed to the end of the bed and found Suleiman sitting there, however, he was asleep while leaning against the pillar of my bed. I pushed myself into a sitting position, the movement stirred Suleiman awake. His eyes snapped in my direction and were filled with relief when he saw that I was awake and did not go into a coma like when Abdullah died.

"My moon" He crawled to sit down beside me. The closer he got the more obvious his tear stains became. I wrapped my arms around his torso and leaned my head against his chest wanting to feel his comfort.

"Oh, my poor moon" He mumbled with a tremble in his voice. The first tear rolled down from my eyes and landed on the silk of his black clothes.

"I will kill her, I will make her regret the day she even thought of harming our children" Suleiman promised. I looked up at him still wrapped in his arms, he had a tear of his own rolling down his cheek. I raised a hand and wiped the tear off his cheek before it could reach his beard.

"I want to do it" I whispered feeling my hatred for the black-haired woman grow with each passing second. Suleiman did not comment and instead leaned down to place a kiss on my forehead.

The doors to my room opened making me and Suleiman sit up to see who it was. To my shock, it was all of the children, Mehmed, Mihrimah, Ayse, Selim, Murad, Beyazid, Kaya, Beyhan, Korkut, Nuriye, Cihangir, and even Seyfettin was in Ayse's arms. The children bowed to their father who smiled at the sight of them as one and stronger than ever as they supported each other.

"Come" I opened my arms. Korkut and Nuriye were the first to reach the bed and wedged themselves in between me and Suleiman, of course, Nuriye was hugging her father, while Korkut buried his head in my neck while his tears rolled without shame.

Ayse placed Seyfettin in my arms before sitting beside my feet and placing a hand trying to comfort me. Poor girl lost her two older brothers, her protectors, and her twin. Mihrimah hesitated for a second before sitting on the bed beside her father and he pulled her in for an embrace so strong I was worried she would die from the lack of air. Selim, Murad, and Beyazid stood by the foot of the bed while Cihangir crawled to lay on his side with his head on my thigh as a pillow, the small child knew not his mother or how she looked like and he was raised on my arm. Kaya and Beyhan wrapped their arms around their father and older sister while sobs wrecked their young bodies. Mehmed was the only one standing to the side, he was the only one I truly viewed as a son and not as a duty, he was the only one to drink my milk and become a part of my soul. Mehmed was the son of my breast and the only one out of Hürrem's children I had a connection strong enough to be considered my son.