Mine

Chapter Twenty Eight

The love beyond feeling that resonates in the heart of a father looking upon his son...

"Of course you'd be here," Kubilay says coldly.

Boran's rage grips him like a fist, propelling him out of bed, even as his visions blurs and his head spins. He feels Miray pulling him back and it doesn't take much for him to fall back against the pillows because his limbs feel like jelly and can't support his weight.

"And this is where I'll stay," Miray snaps and Boran's heart squeezes.

Kubilay glares at her but then his eyes move to Boran. "All I want to say to you is thank you for what you did for Alihan."

"You don't need to thank me for saving my son," Boran says, his voice hard.

Kubilay turns to leave.

"But if you really do want to thank me, then give Miray a divorce," Boran adds, watching Kubilay stop and then whirl around, his face tight with anger.

"Never!" he hisses. "You think I'm going to let you two just go live a happy life with my son? Are you kidding me? Alihan is more mine than he will ever be yours. All you did was make a deposit in a whore. You can have the whore, but you'll have her as a whore. Never as your wife."

Boran hears Miray's gasp but doesn't dare look at her because he fears if he does he will actually kill Kubilay and damn the consequences. Before he can do anything, Miray walks slowly up to Kubilay and slaps him across the face. She whispers something to him that Boran can't hear and then turns back to Boran, red faced and eyes glistening with the threat of tears. Whatever she said to Kubilay leaves him red faced with anger as well before he storms off.

"What did you say to him?" Boran asks her when they're alone again.

She shakes her head. "It's not important. What if he never does give me a divorce? Do you still want me? Us?"

Boran laughs wryly. "Five years. It took me five years to get my head out of my ass and you're honestly asking me if I won't want you if we can't sign a piece of paper?"

"Marriage is more than just a piece of paper. It's vows and promises before God that make your love sacred. I know I haven't-"

Boran shakes his head quickly. "When you made those vows it was to the wrong person and I'm to blame for that."

Miray shakes her head as well. "I made my own choices. The sins were mine. I won't put the blame on anyone else for things I chose to do."

He takes her hand, trying make her understand. "What I mean is, what I feel for you, how I love you...it doesn't feel sinful. I don't need a piece of paper to feel like my love for you is sacred. It always felt that way. That's why it scared me so much. You called me a coward and you were right. It's still there, that fear of something ever happening to you, but...my love for you, my desire to spend every last breath in my body loving you...that's stronger now, stronger now than the fear. I don't need papers for that."

Miray's eyes spill over with tears, but the light in her eyes let him know they are happy ones now. "Oh," she says softly. "Okay then."

He smiles at her and tugs her hand, pulling her closer. "Come here," he insists, bringing her face down to his.

"Oh I'm all blotchy and sniffly," Miray says with an embarrassed laugh.

"And I haven't brushed my teeth in three days. See? We're like a married couple already. Now come here and kiss me." It's perfection, kissing her again, touching her again. He slides his fingers in her hair and his body burns with the need to go farther, warring with the weakness he feels and the pain that is starting to creep back now that the drugs are starting to wear off. He groans and pulls back, his eyelids growing heavier. Shit, is he falling asleep? Nononono. He wants more kissing, more touching... Boran can hear her voice though it sounds kind of muffled to his ears and she's looking down at him with a sweet amused smile that makes him want to kiss her again.