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Chapter Twenty Six.

Chapter Twenty Six.

"All I want is loyalty, love and all your damn attention!"

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I bat my eyelids the moment his handsome face comes into sight. Stretching and turning to look up. I take a minute to remember last night before a smile creeps up on me. Is there a better word I could use apart from perfect?

Maybe pristine...or mint.

"I'm dying to know what's making my beautiful wife smile like that." He says, causing me to look at him. His head was rested on his hand propped up, while looking at me.
"What other than thinking of my husband?" I shrug as my smile grows wider.
"Oh?" He mirrors my smile. "I guess it is a good morning then Mrs Me." He leans in to give me a kiss. I place my hand on his cheek, caressing his beard.

"How are you feeling? Are you in pain?" He asks pulling me to his chest.

"I feel great baby..." Am I blushing? Is this a normal feeling after a person has been through the sheets with the love of their life. I couldn't find fault in anything. "...No. I'm not in any pain either." I admit.

In fact for one main reason, I believe yesterday would've been a taboo if I had to report back to someone on how it went.

Solely being that I didn't bleed or anything.

Like how dare I?

How dare I not bleed as a virgin?
I think there are some cultures that request for the famous 'white sheet' and basically I would've been labeled damaged goods for no good reason at all. Also, now that this anklet of mine is gone, the ones who've been through what I've been through before getting married to a royal will know we've had our love making session. That was what it was for in any case apparently when I asked. Maybe he was told something else I don't know.

I mean I don't even know what he did with it after his took it off which has me wanting to ask. Could I?

"Oh so ngenze zona? (I did the right thing)" he chuckles.
"Hayi wena." I shake my head.
"Hawu, Sthandwa sam can't I blow my own horn manje?"
"You can I guess..." I start tracing on his chest. "...cause you did treat me like a Queen. I felt so important and at ease letting you see all of me like that."

Not even once did he shame me or ask me why 'that' is sitting the way it is.

He pecks my forehead. "Awu suka madoda." He says readjusting himself underneath me. "You are a Queen. My Queen. And I want no one to ever make you feel like any less of a Queen Sthandwa sam. I love every inch of your body and nothing will ever change that."
"Not even after having all ten of your babies?" I chuckle looking up at him.

He laughs, nodding. "Even after all ten of our babies Sthandwa sam." He emphasises.

That still made me nervous. How the hell was I going to give birth to ten entire kids just like that. Even doing the maths was tricky, especially if I wanted all of this before the age of forty. That would be a child every other year or two. Hectic.

"So what are today's plans baby?" I kiss on his chest.
"Let's see...we have the all famous snorkeling on offer...we can also go for a couples massage..."
"Or...we can just stay in for the day."
"Oh well now that you mention it." I can hear the smile in his voice.
"I hope you know I mean stay indoors for cuddling and watching movies right?"
"Uyahlanya." He says and I burst out in laughter. I know I didn't mean what I said, so I understood his reaction. Plus I'm pretty sure he didn't wait 29 years just to cuddle and watch movies. I'm not saying we can't do that but... "Sthandwa sam ungadlali njalo please. Uzong'phathisa inhliziyo."