Ayşe Sultan and İskender Pasha were to get married in 2 days in one of the most magnificent palaces just right on the outskirts of the capital. 

Murad and Mihrimah are 2 months old now and they're growing fast just like my Osman. 

The whole Harem was busy preparing for the Royal wedding which was being taken care of by Hümaşah Sultan as per Mehmed's wish since he didn't want me to stress myself out and take a break from work. 

But of course I had to intervene, after all I was the Haseki Sultan and the Harem was under me. 

Gülnihal got married and moved away to Crimea with Khanzade Selim Giray leaving me all alone in this palace. I had no one to share my thoughts with since Gülnihal was the only one with whom I shared all my thoughts with. Osman misses her so much too. 

But the good thing is we still exchange letters. Something is better than nothing. 

"Esma, where is Mihrimah and Murad?" I asked as I entered our chamber. 

"Sultanam, Hünkarım took Mihrimah Sultan with him while Şehzade Murad is with Ayşe Sultan and Şehzade Osman is with Hümaşah Sultan." She reported and I sighed. 

Osman has become really close to Hümaşah Sultan up to the point he follows her everywhere and follows her action while my Murad has been with the other Sultanas, and about Mihrimah? Mehmed doesn't leave her. As soon as he gets off his work, he comes and takes Mihrimah and they out for a walk in the garden. 

Right now, I'm the only one without a partner since Gülnihal left. 

I sighed and nodded before walking out and headed towards the garden. 

The guards announced my arrival as soon as I entered the garden. I saw Mehmed with Mihrimah in his arms walking around talking with some Pashas. 

I went towards them. The Pashas bowed their heads as soon as they saw me coming from far and didn't dare to look up. 

"Sultanam," They acknowledged my presence and I nodded at them. 

"You may all go back." Mehmed said before dismissing them and they bowed before leaving. 

Mehmed had wrapped Mihrimah in his coat to keep her warm since it was windy making me smile at them. "Mehmed, you need to stop taking her out daily. It's windy, she might get sick."

He smirks, "Is my Sultana jealous that I'm not giving her my time?" 

I sighed. "Yes," I admitted and pouted. "I'm jealous of our daughter, as soon as she came, she had you wrapped around her little fingers that you completely forgot me."

He chuckled before balancing Mihrimah in one arm and pulling me closer with another and placing a kiss on my forehead. "My time is all yours, aşkım. But since my daughter is new here, I was just showing her around."

"Mehmed, you realize she's just 2 months old." I said giving him that ‘are you being serious’ look. 

"Yes, but I know she understands. Even the scholar, Lala Ahmed Pasha said that just by looking at her pretty face he could say she is a genius and will be very intelligent." Mehmed said and I rolled my eyes at him before taking Mihrimah who was sleeping in his arms from him, shaking my head at him. 

"My daughter will be the most beautiful princess in the world and the most intelligent and genius person the world has ever seen." Mehmed went on as we walked around. 

I decided to tease him. "Then in some years there will be a lot of suitors coming to you seeking her hand in marriage." I said and his face darkened. Typical dad mood on. 

"I'll chop their hands off and then their heads." He said with a scowl. 

"You realize she's going to get married one day anyway. You can't keep on killing all her suitors." I said as I chuckled, shaking my head at his over protectiveness. 

His scowl deepened after I mentioned about Mihrimah getting married, making me laugh. Mihrimah is sure going to have a lot of trouble falling in love and getting married. 

"I just hope that she marries out of love and not for political alliances." I sighed thinking about how both fortunate and unfortunate my daughter was. After all she was an Ottoman Sultana. We don't know what the future holds for us. Who knows we might not be as fortunate as we are now. I hope we don't get to see that day. 

"Halime." Mehmed wrapped his arm around me, pulling me closer to him before placing a kiss just below my ear. "I'll work hard enough to strengthen our empire so that our children don't face the problems that our ancestors faced."

"I promise you, Halime. Mihrimah will marry whomever her heart desires for just like my sisters did. Osman won't struggle like I did when I took over my father's weak throne and I'll make sure Murad doesn't live in fear waiting for his brother to kill him."

I nodded with a sigh. 

Indeed, those thoughts have been troubling me since forever. Till now, none of the Ottoman Sultan's spared their brother. Mehmed and Orhan were an exception since Orhan ran away and betrayed the empire. Once he's caught, he'll be killed then and there. 

I don't want Murad to live in fear of his brother Osman. 

We walked around for a while before going inside to take some rest. 

And then finally the day for Ayşe's wedding came. Her marriage was followed by a big feast. Mehmed gave her one of the biggest palaces in the capital just 30 minutes away from the palace. 

After we came back from the feast we took bath together and were sitting outside together like old days since the kids were already asleep. 

He laid his head on my lap like old days as we watched the beautiful sky of İstanbul. 

"Osman is growing up fast." Mehmed said as he played with my fingers and I hummed and smiled thinking about my son who has the whole palace running after him. 

"Today, after seeing his aunt get married and move away with her new husband, Osman asked me when can he have his wife and become a Sultan." He said chuckling and I joined him. 

He made a fuss about not wanting to study and asked Hümaşah Sultan when can he stop studying and she told him that he can stop studying when he becomes the Sultan. Since then he's been asking everyone when can he become the Sultan. 

"Do you think Osman will also find love like us or will he have concubines like the others?" I asked Mehmed curiously. 

"As a father, I would want Osman to find love like us more than anything Halime." He replied. "I want him to find a woman to love him and guide him to success. İnşaallah, if your dream were to come true then he'll be the strongest and the most powerful Sultan of oir dynasty."

I smiled seeing how he still remembered my dream when I was pregnant with Osman. 

"But I don't think he'll find any." He said, making me frown. "I was lucky to find you, Halime. You are a very rare woman and there are none like you. I thank Allah everyday for giving me a rare woman like you and blessing me with the most beautiful kids."

"And I thank Allah everyday for sending me here, Mehmed." I whispered before leaning in and giving him a light kiss. But he immediately pulled me in for an intimate one making me groan.

"I think you look better with our baby inside you." He said as he sat up and dipped his head into the nape of my neck placing light kisses here and there making me breathless. "Pregnancy suits you."

"Mehmed, 3 is enough." I said sternly, pushing him away trying my best to keep a stern look. 

"3 is too less." He replied with a groan. 

"No. You have your heirs and a Sultana you always wanted. That's enough." I replied, giggling as he pulled me back and laid me down before attacking my neck with kisses. 

"No. I want more children with you. 10 will do." He replied, making me gasp at him. 

"10!?" I asked him in shock before composing myself. "Well, I've given you 3. The rest you can carry them yourself cause I'm done."

He seemed to be in a deep thought before looking into my eyes. "Maybe 3 will do for now. We can start with our next one when you're ready. Since you won't have time for me if you're busy with the kids."

"But now the children are asleep and the father also needs the mother's attention." He smirked before picking me up and I rolled my eyes at him nonetheless giggled and kissed him. 

But I hope y'all enjoyed reading it;)