Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 112

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Saïda’s POV:

“Our first night in this room,” I said with a smile as we entered Asahd’s room.

“First night?” he mused and I chuckled.

“As husband and wife,” I added and he nodded in approval.

“Now that makes more sense,” he smirked and approached me, wrapping me up. We kissed and hugged.

“I guess this is my room, too?” I smiled.

“Of course, princess Saïda Usaïd,” Asahd replied, kissing my forehead.

“I love the sound of that.”

We hugged one more time and then went to change into our sleeping clothes.

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“A lot happened in this room, after we returned from New York,” I told him as we lay in each other’s arms. “I’ll never forget all the things your naughty self did to me.”

He laughed a little.

“I couldn’t help it. I needed you for myself and spent a whole lot of sleepless nights, wishing you were mine.”

“It was same on my side, Asahd,” I admitted and he looked at me. “One of the reasons why I came up to you on that rainy night.”

“One of the best nights of my life.”

I smiled at him and snuggled closer.

“What did you and my mother, speak of?”

“I told her about my health. She says it’s probably nothing serious but a doctor will be called tomorrow to examine me.”

“Okay, love. I still think it’s food poisoning though.”

I laughed out.

“And back to sushi.”

“Exactly,” he laughed and I joined him. “Pregnancy crossed my mind but I remember you were safe back then. Well, that’s what you told me.”

I looked up at him.

“Me too, honestly. But then I remembered the same thing,” I replied.

“Well, you’ll get pregnant real soon, for sure,” he mused.

“What makes you think so?” I giggled, knowingly.

“Oh, you know. I had you screaming throughout our honeymoon. You better get pregnant,” he chuckled and I laughed.

“Yeah, it’s probably inevitable.”

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The next morning, the royal family sat at the table to have breakfast.

“How was your night?” the sultan asked the young couple.

“Fine. I slept very well, father.”

“And you, dear?” he asked Saïda.

“I slept well, too. Your Majesty.”

“That’s good to know.”

They ate peacefully and as the family they were, until Saïda grimaced and shut her eyes. She rubbed her forehead.

“Darling, are you okay?” her father asked with concern, noticing her.

“My head hurts,” she muttered.

“Are you ill?” both the sultan and Djafar asked.

“It seems so. I have already sent for the doctor,” the Queen said. “He’ll be here after breakfast, my dear.”

“Okay,” Saïda nodded a little.

“Whatever it is, will be treated. Maybe she took something she wasn’t supposed to, during your honeymoon,” Djafar said.

“I thought same,” Asahd replied, rubbing her shoulder. “Let’s have the doctor examine her so we’ll be clarified on the situation.”

“Alright.”

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After breakfast, the doctor made an appearance as planned. She and Saïda were accompanied upstairs to Asahd’s room.

“You wait here, please,” the woman said to the parents and husband. “I’ll go in and examine her.”

“Okay,” they replied and watched her enter, closing the door behind her.

Asahd, his parents and Djafar waited patiently behind the door.

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Saïda who lay on the bed, was examined by the doctor.

“So doctor, what is it that I have?” Saïda asked the woman.

The doctor smiled.

“Do not worry, princess,” she said gently. “May I ask your family to come in?”

“Uh–okay,” Saïda replied, suddenly nervous.

’Oh gawd. Why does she want them to come in? Maybe I have nothing? Yalah...′

The doctor went and called the others, who walked in and immediately went to stand by Saïda.

“What did she say?” Asahd asked the question they were all wondering on.

“She hasn’t said anything yet,” Saïda replied, swallowing a little.

“What does she have?” the sultan asked the doctor.

The woman curtsied with a smile.

“My sultan, Queen, prince, princess and noble,” she started. “The Princess isn’t ill.”

The family smiled, relieved. Saïda didn’t, though. Her heart skipped a beat.

“Then?” the queen asked excitedly.

“The princess is a month pregnant.”

“What?!” the parents all asked in a chorus.

“Shut up,” Asahd stated with a gasp and wide eyes. His mouth dropped open and the doctor laughed.

“She is pregnant,” the lady repeated and broad smiles appeared on the parents faces. Asahd’s mouth was still open and so was Saïda’s.

“My wife is pregnant??” he gasped and turned to Saïda with a huge grin. “Already?!”

“Yesss!!” the queen exclaimed happily.

“This is wonderful news!” the sultan added, laughing happily.

“I’m going to be a grandfather! God is great,” Djafar clapped, laughing happily too.

They hugged Saïda happily and gave space for Asahd to come sit close to his wife. Saïda had a little smile on. A nervous one.

′They don’t get it, yet? Oh my gawd, I’m pregnant!′

She thought with a racy heart.

The doctor excused herself and left in order to give them some privacy. Asahd turned to his wife happily, holding her hands in his. He was very happy indeed.

“I can’t believe we were actually talking about this last night!” he laughed happily. “I’m so happy right now.”

Saïda smiled shyly, her cheeks burning. Asahd noticed she looked a little nervous. He stared at her in a way that was asking her, what was bothering her.

She stared back at him.

′He should understand from the look on my face.′

Well, it worked. Asahd had been wondering on her stare and a lot of things were going through his mind. And suddenly, he froze after realising it.

The parents were busy chatting amongst themselves, happy and excited about the news.

Asahd raised his brows at Saïda and she nodded a little, both understanding. He was going to mime something to her when–

“Hold on–” Djafar suddenly said and everyone turned to him. He had a little frown on and seemed confused. “The– the doctor said she’s– Saïda is a month pregnant?”

Asahd who’d kept his eyes on Saïda’s, pressed his lips hard and Saïda heart skipped a beat.

There was sudden silence and they looked up at the parents.

“Did you hear well?” the sultan asked. “They got married two weeks and a half ago. It’s not possible. We should ask her again.”

“I’ll do just that,” Djafar stated and immediately went towards the door.