Raavi - When The Crowned Princess meets The Mafia King.

Khauf

I woke up with pain between my legs, as I stirred and got up to look.

"Alex..." I shook him as I looked at the bloody spot between my legs. It was a very small amount but still had me worried.

"Babe, I can't go again. Let my dick rest." He says turning away from me.

"Alex, call dr. Ibrahim. I'm bleeding."

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"I saw the pictures, and it's normal. Those were small blood spots Raavi. Spotting is common in this stage of pregnancy. Stop crying." Dr. Ibrahim said over video call.

We were unsure about sending a picture of the amount of blood, but considering the man had seen my vajajay, it would've been safer this way. And how could we trust a gynac in Paris that we don't know.

"Babe." Alex said as I leaned into him as he sucks in a breath and speaks to the doctor. "We... We can't... We need to get all the tests done and all the scans..."

"Okay, I'll make some arrangements. Do you want them done there, or are you travelling home?" He asks, as Alex shook his head.

"What if... What if it's not safe to travel? I just... Can you arrange it here?" He says, as the doctor nods and then asks for ten minutes to make arrangements.

Alex looked at me, with fear staining those pretty hazel eyes as I hug him.
My arms go around him, as he envelops me in the safety of his arms.

"It's just a bleeding." he says, unsure if it was for me or for himself.

"It's just a bleeding." I whisper trying to ward off the tears.

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"Ev... Everything okay?" Alex asks, holding onto my hand as the doctor removes her gloves and washes her hands. The smell of antiseptic and medicines in the air made me nauseous.

"You tell me." The stern lady looks up from her spectacles. "Dr. Ibrahim tells me, you are here on your honeymoon." She says in her perfect american accent.

"Yes... Yes, we are. But if it requires us to go back to US, we have no issues. What is it?" I ask, as she smiles and looks up.

"Everything is fine. It's a little complicated one and we hope to prevent ABS as much as we can but that is something that dr. Ibrahim already told you." She says, as we nod.

ABS or amniotic band syndrome is when amniotic fluid forms a band that can attach to any organ of the growing fetus and hamper it's growth.

If it attaches to the hand, one of the babies may be born without a hand and same can be true for the feet, ears, or even face.

"We are aware, but how does this correlate to the bleeding?" Alex asks, as she jotts down something in her file.

"The bleeding happened, because sometimes pregnancy can cause comparative dryness of the vagina. Less lubrication and intense friction can bruise the wall, and cause bleeding." She says as snippets of last night come into my mind. I blush hard at the thought of the elderly woman imagining us fucking 'intensely' last night.

"So, no need to worry?" He asks, heaving a thankful sigh of relief as the doctor nods.

"But remember, No rouge and rough sex that can bruise the vaginal walls. You are iron deficient and blood loss can cause other issues." She says, as I could feel my cheeks warm at the word 'rouge'. "Be a good boy, Mr. Steele." She says, sounding like a grandmother as Alex chuckles.

"I won't touch her Dr., until the babies come along." He says, as if taking a vow of knightship with a hand on his heart as my mouth involuntarily opens and I look at him.

He's a hot man. He's a man that catches attention no matter when or where and he's always been a man that tempted me with his love and affection.

But recently, it's the days when he walks in shirtless after a workout in the gym or when he returns from a sweaty play session with Rory that makes my life easier.

The times when I lay wide open for him to take me, is what makes the nausea bearable.

The heightened orgasms that follow makes the pregnancy sooo fuckin worth it.

If I have to live under the same roof as this frustratingly sexy man for 6 more months without sex, I might just take out my little revolver from under the elevated heel of my shoe and kill him now.

The doctor might have sensed the plan of the crime brewing in my mind, as she intervened before I could execute it.

"Now, now. A mamma has her needs. I didn't say that. Use lube, be gentle and keep her happy. Although your boring, old, stick up his ass doctor may suggest that you abstain, but if he does... Tell Ibrahim to call me and remember his med school days." She says, as my mouth opens wide.

"Is it safe for the babies?" Alex asks again.

"Mr. Steele, I wouldn't advise it if it wasn't. Good, lubricated and soft love making is safe for the babies and advisable for the mamma." She says as I smile looking at her, somewhere in the way the redness of my face dissipated by the familiarity.

"Thank you doctor." He says, as I repeat after him as she smiles with warmth and nods.

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"Wow... Is that... The Eiffel tower. I know it is visible from the room, but..." I say as he held my hand, when Richard opens the door for us. Alex just nods with a satisfied smile helping me out of the car.

We walk out as I inhale the cold winter air, and wrap the jacket closer to my body.

"It's beautiful." I say, walking forward as he comes along.

I saw the way it lightened up at night in the city of love. I stared at it, blinking at the mesmerizing view.

Architecture does have a way of getting into your hearts. Like John Keats said, A think of beauty is a joy forever.

Being here with Alex, holding his hand and my babies in my womb while I watch this. I was indeed blessed. I just had to let go, what was lost and move on.

"The most beautiful." He says, as I turn to see that he was looking at me.

"You know sometimes... Just... Sometimes... The buttering gets a bit...excessive." I say as he laughs.

"Oh, You think so? I thought I was a good liar." He says, as my mouth opens wide and I blink.

"How dare you?" I say and turn to look away from him as he chuckles.

"We have reservations for a table at the top deck of the Eiffel tower. But if height makes you nauseous due to the pregnancy you tell me, and we'll order a carpet and get the food delivered right here." He says, pointing to the families having picnic on the grass.

"What was the last time I told you that I love you?" I say looking up at him as I hug him.

"It's been a while." He says, holding me in the warmth of his arms.

"I love you." I say, as he chuckles.

"There's another surprise, but I want you to take the decision for it." He says, as we start walking towards the elevator.

"What?"

"We have a stay at Venice, but if air travel makes you nauseous..." He was saying as the thought of gondolas made me forget everything.

"No, please. I want to go. It's sooo soo beautiful. The last time I went there, I was 12 with my da..." I stopped talking and looked at him.

"We'll go. I'll look for alternate means of transport, my queen. Anything else?" he says in a curt bow as I nod.

"Get ready for a good service tonight." I say with a wink as he shakes his head and lead me into the elevator going up the Eiffel tower.

"But the doctor..."

"Said that I need it... And your sweet gestures make me want to give in to you right here." I say, as I step on my tiptoes letting his lips take over mine, and fisting his shirt to close my eyes and deepen the kiss.