Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 114

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Saïda’s POV:

I watched Asahd play with Zahir on the floor. It made me smile like an idiot. Both were so cute and I loved them to death.

Zahir was already five months old and he was even cuter.

“Couchi couchi coooo~” Asahd chanted happily, kissing Zahir’s round cheeks.

He smiled, showing his pink gums. I melted.

“You are so cute! Oh my gawd!” Asahd exclaimed, kissing him over and over again. “Just look at him. My baby boy. Muah!”

I giggled.

“His poor cheeks,” I laughed, joining them on the carpet. “We’re always kissing or suckling on them.”

“Well, it’s his fault,” Asahd kissed him again. “Ain’t it? Ain’t it, boo bear?” another kiss and I laughed.

I reached out and carried my little sweetheart. He was so innocent. His look was the purest.

“Aaaw, I love you Zahir,” I Nuzzled him. “My little Prince.”

“Prince he is,” Asahd agreed, touching his silk hair. “The more he grows, the more he looks like you.”

“Well, that’s perfect,” I laughed. “My genes are stronger apparently.”

“Not fair,” he chuckled and kissed Zahir again.

“At least he has your curls.”

“Yes, he does,” he played with Zahir’s little cheeks. “I love you, son. You will never lack anything.”

“I won’t let you spoil my son,” I laughed. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t become like what you were before New York.”

Asahd laughed.

“Don’t worry,” he mused. “I won’t let him be like that either. I’ll just shower him with love and attention, but teach him respect at the same time.”

“Good,” I giggled and held Zahir closer to me. “Our sweetheart.”

I smiled at Asahd and he leaned in to kiss me.

The best moments of our lives.

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Writer’s POV:

Prince Zahir was the centre of attraction in the palace. His father went everywhere with him. Asahd loved his little boy to death.

As time flew, whenever he had to travel, he would always take his wife and child along. Even adults envied the young Prince. He had the best toys, clothes, teachers and much more. His grandparents showered him with love, just as much as his parents. At three, little Zahir was already a sweetheart. He was the cutest, most respectful little boy. As he grew, he seemed to look more like his mother, than his father, as noticed a long time ago. He even had her dimples. Who could refuse him, anything? The entire sultanate was in love with the sweetheart.

Zahir played a lot like the child he was and it was almost impossible for anybody to dislike the little boy. Asahd sure was proud of his son.

He went shopping with the toddler, to the park, played with him and always took him along whenever he left the country.

Saïda loved how close they were and it amused her that Asahd had asked that matching outfits be made for him and his little Prince. Whenever they went out or ceremonies were organised, father and son would be dressed same.

It was the cutest thing ever! Saïda was living her best life with a husband and child that loved her just as much as she loved them.

On top of it all, the future Queen was already seven months pregnant and carrying her second child with Asahd. Zahir was going to be two years and a half older than his upcoming sibling. The grandparents were already prepared to welcome baby number two.

The Usaïds sure were living their best life.

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Asahd’s POV:

“How do I look?” I asked Saïda after fixing my Royal sherwani.

“Handsome as always, my love.”

I smiled at her.

“And you are gorgeous, sweetheart,” I lowered my head and kissed her, then I squatted and kissed her round tummy covered by her beautiful dress.

It was a special day. I was twenty six and about to be crowned sultan of Zagreh in some hours. The nobles had decided that the crowning be done when I was twenty six, rather than twenty five.

“I’m happy that he’ll be having a little one to play with,” I told my wife, standing.

We both looked over at our three year old son, all dressed up and busy playing on the carpet.

I smiled, my heart swelling with love.

“Me too,” she smiled and pecked me. “It’s time. Are you ready?”

“I’m a little nervous. But yes I am. And you?”

“Same,” she hugged me. “Now let’s go.”

I turned to my son.

“Zahir?”

“Mmm?” he looked up and immediately stood before rushing over to me. I carried him.

“My little prince,” I chuckled and kissed his cheek. “Are you ready?”

“Mhm,” he nodded with a giggle.

“That’s my boy. Let’s go.”

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Writer’s POV: