Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 108

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Writer’s POV:

Asahd and his wife finally arrived Rome in a better state. They arrived at six PM and immediately grabbed a taxi for their hotel.

The Prince had not been able to rent a car earlier before their arrival and would only do so that evening, in preparation for the next day.

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They got to their big hotel and were given one of the best rooms. Another beautiful honeymoon suite, and the last.

They immediately made themselves comfortable and showered. They then had delicious dinner, watched TV a little and then slept early in order to gain some energy for the next day. These were their last honeymoon days and they sure planned on making the most of them.

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Saïda’s POV:

I stirred and opened my eyes.

“Ow...” I muttered, slowly sitting up and rubbing my temple. I had headache and felt a little uncomfortable.

′Oh no.′

I looked at the time and it was only 3AM. Asahd was asleep by me. I touched my forehead to check my temperature, but surprisingly I wasn’t feverish.

’Let me drink some paracetamol real quick. Asahd shouldn’t wake up and get all worried.′

I carefully slid from underneath the blanket and sneaked out of bed. Rushing to my handbag, I grabbed paracetamol tablets and a bottle of water before rushing to the bathroom.

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After drinking the tablets, I rinsed my hands and washed my face a little.

′Am I ill? I can’t be. I don’t have flu, I’m not feeling sick or feverish and I’ve definitely not lost appetite. On the contrary.′

“Then what’s up?” I whispered, talking to my reflection in the bathroom glass.

′In Cancun, Asahd said I was feverish. Though I didn’t feel it.′

“It was probably due to climate change?” I muttered to myself.

′I’m not sure. I vomited in the plain. Sushi’s never made me throw up, before.′

“Or the fish wasn’t fresh like Asahd said.”

′I see no other explanation on what’s happening to me.

-Go to the hospital.

No. I don’t wanna ruin our last days by going to the hospital and maybe discovering that I actually am ill...′

“I’ve not felt sick. Not even once. I’m not weak, it’s the total opposite. Plus, I eat very well.”

I stared at my reflection, trying to understand what was happening. But then, I froze. I froze when a possibility crossed my mind.

′Yalah, am I pregnant??′

My lips parted and I raised my fingers to them, in wonder and shock.

“Yalah,” I gasped.

′It’s very possible! But I know my safe days very well. I can’t be pregnant right now. I follow up my period on a calendar and I know. I just know it.′

I stared straight.

′It’s not possible. At least, not now.

-Tomorrow I’ll buy a pregnancy test to be sure.

Yeah, I shouldn’t draw conclusions. And I should definitely not tell Asahd about it when I’m not sure.′

“I’ll do just that,” I muttered and nodded a little. “I doubt I’m pregnant. But I have to test myself tomorrow and know.”

I grabbed a towel and wiped my face before leaving the bathroom. I then returned to Asahd’s side in the comfortable bed. He stirred.

“S– Saïda?” he called sleepily, eyes still closed.

“Yes, honey. Shhh. I’m here. Just went to pee,” I whispered and snuggled closer to him. Still in sleep, he turned and rested his head on my chest, wrapping his arms around me.

“I love you,” he muttered in his sleep.

“I love you too,” I kissed his head and then switched off the lights.

I lay awake for a few minutes, rubbing his back and running my fingers through his soft hair. I thought of the possibility of being pregnant one last time, and then finally slept off.

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The next day, after showering and having breakfast, our rented car finally arrived the hotel.

I was so excited to visit beautiful Rome!

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We went out and had a lot of fun. Asahd and I visited some of the most beautiful places in that city. We went site seeing and explored the most we could in one day. By one in the afternoon, we’d already visited a whole lot of places and had many more to visit.

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“Where do we go, now?” Asahd smiled, taking our tourist catalog and map out.

“A supermarket, please,” I mused, knowing how he would react. And he reacted just as expected.

“A what?” he raised a brow and I laughed.

“Supermarket. I wanna get myself some chips.”

′Seriously? Chips? I couldn’t find better?′

“Chips,” he repeated in amusement and sarcasm.

“Mhm.”

“Tell me what it is you really want to buy, Saïda.”

“Chips. I’m serious. I wanna taste the ones made here.”

He stared at me like I was crazy.

“Women are so weird.” he mused.

“Or you’d rather that I ask for sushi?”

“Supermarket it is,” he stated and started the car. I laughed out.

“Thank you.”

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We pulled up into the supermarket’s parking lot and I stepped out.

“Wait here,” I giggled. “I’ll be fast.”

“You don’t want me coming with you?” he asked, surprised.

“No need. I’ll be fast. It’s just chips.”

“Hm,” he shook his head in amusement. “Fine. Hurry then.”

“Thank you,” I giggled and kissed his cheek. Right after, I ran across the huge parking lot and into the big supermarket.

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I succeeded to find my way through the supermarket and to the row where pregnancy tests and kits were being sold.

′Here goes nothing.′

I looked around. There were so many types. Different tests and kits.

“Which to chose?” I mumbled, touching some.

I trailed my fingers across several ones and finally decided to pick.

“This looks good,” I smiled and chose.

I was staring at its cover and trying to see if there was some translated description on how exactly to use it.

“Don’t use that one,” someone with the Italian accent said and I shook a little, turning to see who it was.

It was a young man who’d happened to be passing through that isle. He was holding a little boy’s hand. The kid could be five or so and was holding a brand new toy car.

“T– this?” I asked, holding the test up.

“Yup. It’s wack. Not a good product at all if you want to test yourself.” he stated in a rather factual manner.

“Oh,” I reddened, a little embarrassed. “It’s not for me,” I lied.

“You don’t lie very well,” he seemed to muse, though he didn’t smile. I saw amusement linger in his eyes though.

“Um, I know,” I chuckled nervously.

“Your husband knows? Or you’re trying to find out first?”

I stared at him surprise.

′How does he know I’m married?′

“I saw your ring,” he added casually, as if reading my mind.