Constantinople's Cherry

Part III - Sneak Peak 2

I have been taken up with a lot of things lately and unable to write chapter 24 outside of a few scenes (it will probably be very long, lots of events to squeeze in).

A month will probably split chapter 23 and 24, so meanwhile, even if it's short and redondant, I did not want to leave you without anything. As a lot of part III is already written, I am leaving you with bites from it.

I apologies and hope you're not losing interest in this story and my EdSer, I am not, I am just extremely busy.

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"Go ahead then, if you think I was lying all this time, if you think I used you, if you think I am guilty just because of my identity, shoot me." Eda held the gun to her abdomen.

Serkan looked at her. His heart aching with searing pain at the gun even pointing at her in his hands.

"I would. If I was one of yours. But I am not, and that's not what my people thaught me. If I'm not putting a bullet right through your head, Eda Yıldız, it's because my people's values matter most of everything to me, not because I have one gram of consideration for you left inside me anymore!" Serkan spat with anger and Eda's heart tore at the hate in his eyes.

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Was he in trouble ? Hurt ? Eda didn't knew why that's the gut feeling she had. She tried to shut it down, tell herself that she hated him, anger burned in her heart, but it didn't stop hurting nonetheless, betraying the control of her mind, frustrating her even further.

And each whip as Serkan cried out, Eda's heart squeezed with suffocating pain, as if it wasn't his skin but her heart they were striking.

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"So Sultan, will you still marry me ?" Eda chuckled.

"You disgusting whore!!" He screamed. "You think that will suffice for you to get away and meet with your lover ? I will kill him with my bare hands for dishonouring one of our women!" Sultan Deniz warned in rage.

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"These...these are your jewels Eda Hanim, sacmalama." She stuttered in shock, this had to be a mistake, was Eda testing her loyality a last time ?

"Melek, take anything." Eda pressed, and at her name, Melek perceived the emotion Eda hid somewhere deep inside her for the first time again.

"I can't, maids can't wear such fancy jewels, they're so expensive, Allah-Allah." She shook her head.

"Lütfen, it's the last thing I'll ever ask of you." Eda said and Melo looked in his bloodshot red eyes, seeing immense pain in them, she couldn't refuse her last plea.

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Her baby, their baby. Her heart filled with sudden realisation, as if she had been living in denial until now.
Eda held her forehead with one hand and her hand tentatively went to her baby bump with the other. Reeling from the shock and realisation as she placed it on her extanded skin for the first time ever.

She had lived all these months like her body was just the vessel carrying a foreign thing she'd give away as soon as it was born.

It all felt into place like a puzzle right now. And her heart ached, touching her own body like she was just discovering it.

She was carrying Serkan's baby. Their love's little symbol. She was going to be a mother. Unmarried. Alone. "Serkan.." Her heart's cry reached her lips.

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The man laughed, seaking sick pleasure in having broken her resolve. "So you give up ?" He asked bending to her level and Eda cried.

"Lütfen, lütfen.." She begged and only received his sick laugh in return.

"Allah aşkina, lütfen." Eda begged again, invoking their common God, which the man didn't knew she shared.

He looked at her face and sickly traced her cheek. "You're beautiful, even like this. Is is your first ?" He asked a hand on her bump and Eda flinched but nodded.

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The midwife sighed, having long lost patience with this case. The young woman had gone unconscious, probably from too much pain. She sighed, it was true that she had been harsh, purposely torturing her.

But now, it wasn't fun anymore, and as the baby's head barely peeked from between her legs, already covered in blood, the midwife was losing her patience. She tried to pull, to stretch the skin, cutting her to accelerate things, nothing worked, nothing would work without the mother's pushes.

"Hey! Lazy woman! Wake up!" She hit Eda's face again, but Eda was unresponsive. The midwife frowned, was she dying ? Fear of responsibility filled her for a second, the young mother to be was indeed dying, under her watch.

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"Baby you'll catch something, I'll get you somewhere cleaner. Gel." He cooed softly but Kiraz seemed to protest, crying, he didn't know what got her suddenly so cranky.

He didn't knew if he was imagining it but Kiraz's eyes seemed to search behind his back for something, trying to look over his shoulder from the periphery of her lids as she cried.

Serkan kissed the top of her forehead. Babies could be irrational and want to touch and play with anything new, she'd suck on her germ filled fingers, he carried her outside, rocking her. "Sshh Kiraz, bebe don't cry, here." He softly soothed, the baby had known more pain in her tiny life than any soul of this age deserved.

"Arev, would you watch her for a few hours, there's someone that just arrived in the new convoy that I need to take care of." Serkan handed Kiraz over.

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If they gave him a few hours, he could dig with his own hands, form a palace of a resting place for his dearest Eda. He'd braid her hair, find the most cleanest and pretty clothes and put her to sleep himself, rocking her just like this.

He'd put a graving stone, with her name he would carve into it. He'd write a couple of lines below. His beloved and bravest love, the mother of his Kiraz.

And he'd find her flowers, pick them on the fields and forests surrounding them, how she loved flowers. He would gift her beautiful flowers a last time.

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