111. Back Home
Asahd’s POV:
I smiled warmly at her as she rubbed the shower all over my torso and arms, the next morning.
“I feel so taken care of, every time I’m with you,” I said, caressing her cheek.
“Normal,” she smiled and her cheeks reddened. “I’m your wife after all.”
She hugged me and I hugged her back, kissing her head.
“Yes you are,” I kissed her.
“I love you.”
“I love you even more, Saïda,” I pecked her. “Yesterday was amazing.”
She raised her head and smiled shyly.
“Yeah it was,” she reddened even more. “And I’m ready to do it as often as you want. Now we’re even.”
“We’ve always been even.”
She smiled and I smiled back. I turned the shower on and the warm water poured down on us. I put some gel in my hands and applied it on her smooth body.
Writer’s POV:
That day was their last and they spent it in one more amazing way. They enjoyed the place for their last time and returned to their hotel by evening to prepare for their flight.
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By seven PM, the Usaïds boarded the flight for Casablanca, Morocco. Back to their country.
Asahd and Saïda arrived Zagreh at 9pm. They were welcomed happily and warmly by their family and friends. Of course everyone wanted to know how their honeymoon went. But first, they were allowed to go freshen up while dinner was being made.
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Asahd’s POV:
It sure felt good to be back home too, and in everyone’s presence. I was so glad to see my parents and dear Djafar again.
We sat at the table that same night and had dinner with our parents.
“You both look gorgeous,” my mother started with a happy smile.
“And happy too,” Djafar added with a chuckle.
“We are,” I said with a bright smile. “Very happy indeed. Your daughter is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, actually,” I admitted and they smiled.
“God bless your marriage,” he said with a bright smile.
“Amin,” Saïda and I replied in a chorus, looking at each other.
“May it last for as long as possible,” my father added.
“Inshallah, father. Thank you very much.”
We went on to discuss how we spent our first week in Cancun and how beautiful the place was.
“That sounds wonderful,” my mother cooed. “Where did you go after that? For your second week.”
“Italy. We visited both Pisa and Rome.”
“Yalah. You two sure know how to enjoy yourselves,” she mused and we all laughed.
“Oh, if only you knew,” I chuckled and they laughed again.
“It’s perfect,” my father said. “You are both very young and have an even brighter future ahead. Enjoy yourselves as much as you want.”
“True true,” Djafar agreed.
“We even bought some gifts for each of you,” Saïda told them. “All from Pisa and Rome.”
“Ooou, that’s good news,” my mother mused. “We’ll get to the gifts, right after dinner.”
“Okay,” Saïda giggled.
We continued to chat and tell them all about the activities we carried out during our honeymoon.
“Tell them about the twins,” Saïda poked me a little.
“Twins?” our parents asked.
“Yes. We actually got to meet new people,” Saïda told them with a smile. “Some Italian twins.”
“Yeah. I met them first at Cancun. We were at the airport. And later on, we crossed parts in Rome too.”
“What a coincidence.”
“I know right.”
I went on to tell them details about the story.
“Oh, that was nice of them to take you on a little tour in Rome,” Djafar said and my parents agreed.
“True. You’ll stay in contact with them?”
“Definitely. They’re great,” I replied casually.
“Yeah. We were actually comfortable with them. We were chatting and laughing at the pizza restaurant, like we’d known one another for a long time now,” Saïda explained. “They’re easygoing.”
“That’s just great,” my mother smiled. “I’m happy you two had a wonderful time.”
“We’ll never forget,” Saïda smiled at me and I smiled back.
Saïda’s POV:
For the rest of the time, we ate and chatted. I was happy to be home. Finally, Asahd and I could be together in that palace – as lovers – without having to hide. We were married, in every sense of the word.
As we ate, I suddenly felt nauseous. I froze and stared at my plate, trying hard to control myself from puking. Without further thinking, I reached out for my glass and immediately drank the lemon juice in it. Luckily for me, it helped and the nausea vanished.
′I should see a doctor. I’ll talk to the Queen and only her. I’ll see what she has to say.′
I thought, drinking more of the juice.
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After dinner, Asahd and I brought the gifts we’d bought for our parents and they were very pleased with them.
As they were busy admiring what we’d given them, I approached the queen.
“Mother?” I called lowly, standing real close to her.
She immediately turned and gave me her attention.
“Yes, my darling?” she replied.
I looked at the men who were still discussing about the gifts.
“There’s something I would like to talk to you about. Preferably later tonight.”
“Oh,” she immediately looked concern. “Alright dear. But what’s it about?”
“My health–” I replied.
“Hmmm, okay. Come with me. Let’s talk now,” she held my hand and we started heading for the door.
“Where are you going?” Asahd who’d noticed, asked.
“None of your business,” the queen mused. “You’ve been with her for two good weeks. Give her a break.”
Asahd chuckled and raised his hands in surrender.
“Fine, mother.”
“There,” she laughed and pulled me along.
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We went to the library and she closed the door behind us.
“Now tell me,” we took seats. “What’s wrong with you, dear?”
“I don’t really know.”
I told her about the fever, the nausea from time to time, me throwing up and the headaches.
“Yalah!” she exclaimed in a whisper, a bright smile on her face. “God is great! If it’s what I think it is, which I’m sure it is!”
“That– that I’m pregnant?” I muttered lowly and she smiled brightly.
“I believe so!” she gasped happily.
Goosebumps covered my skin and my heart skipped a beat.
′Yalah...′
My cheeks burned and I bit my thumb, not really knowing how to react.
“It– it crossed my mind and,” I rubbed my forehead, feeling nervous. “I tried to buy a test but I gave up. I’m nervous, my queen.”
“It’s mother and only mother now, Saïda,” she smiled and held my hands in hers. I smiled back, my eyes prickling a little. “And you have nothing to be nervous about. It’s wonderful news!”
“But we’re not sure yet,” I muttered.
She was going to say something but suddenly froze, a little frown on.
“True,” she started. “Now that I think of it.”
She rubbed her forehead.
“You’ve been married for only two weeks and a half –” she stated. “I know some symptoms appear early, but I think the symptoms you have are way too early for someone who’s been married for only two weeks and a half. From my experience, these type of symptoms usually appear as from a month to three months after.”
“Oh–”
“You’re probably just ill, my dear,” she explained.
′Or pregnant. Yalah.
Asahd and I made love for the first time, a month ago. And, he came in me. Twice! The first night in his room, and the following night as well, in one of the guestrooms. Oh my goodness.′
“Yes, mother. I’m probably ill,” I replied, my voice very low. I suddenly felt sick.
“I’ll call my private Doctor to come examine you tomorrow,” she told me and my heart skipped a beat. “Don’t worry, honey. Fix your face. It’s probably nothing serious. Whatever it is, you’ll be treated. Maybe you caught something in Cancun without knowing.”
“Yeah, probably,” I swallowed.
′I should chill. I’m fussing about nothing. I was safe during that period. I remember having counted my days and it was definitely not my ovulation period, back then.
-True.′
Relief immediately washed over me and I smiled.
“There. A beautiful smile. Don’t worry again. We’ll treat whatever it is,” the Queen said and hugged me. I hugged her back, smiling happily.
I wasn’t worried about pregnancy. I was worried about it being the result of a month ago, when I wasn’t even married to Asahd and still betrothed to Noure.
′Phew. If it’d been the case and they’d found out, Asahd would be first to be scolded. He’s just so stubborn and maybe it would surprise his parents a little. As for me, oh lawd. They would be so shocked and still blame Asahd for it.′
The thought amused me. He’d seduced me after all.
’-You went to him that night.-
But they will never know that.′
I was very amused.