Married To A Captain

Chapter 34

After her death, the palace returned to normal. Aliyu and Muhammad resolved their differences, and Nasir was sentenced for attempting to kill the future king.

Life gradually became easier for them. With the tension gone and their bonds stronger, they started to enjoy the peace and stability that followed.

Except for the fact that Fatima had been sick for over a week. She was sleeping a lot, feeling tired, and was unusually cranky most of  the time.

Concerned about her health, a doctor was summoned to the palace. After the examination, the female doctor gently smiled at Fatima and said, "Your Highness, I have some good news. You're pregnant."

Fatima's heart skipped a beat as she processed the words. A mix of emotions flooded her,relief, joy, and a hint of anxiety. She had her suspicions, but hearing it confirmed made everything real. The doctor continued speaking, but Fatima was already lost in thoughts of how her life would change, how Muhammad would react, and what this meant for their future.

After the doctor confirmed the news, Fatima looked at her with a mix of emotions. "Thank you, Doctor."

The doctor smiled warmly. "You're welcome, Your Highness. I recommend you get plenty of rest and eat a balanced diet. Avoid any stress and take it easy. I'll arrange for regular check-ups to monitor both your health and the baby's development. If you experience any unusual symptoms or have any concerns, don't hesitate to reach out."

Fatima nodded, absorbing the advice. "I will. Thank you for everything."

The doctor gave a reassuring nod. "Of course, Your Highness. I'll see you soon for your next appointment."

Once the doctor left, Fatima took a deep breath and sat down, allowing the gravity of the news to settle in. She placed her hand gently on her stomach, feeling a surge of emotions. The realization of becoming a mother filled her with both joy and anxiety.

she decided to wait until Muhammad returned to share the news in person. She wanted to see his reaction firsthand and experience the moment together.

Fatima focused on resting and following the doctor's advice. She took it easy, ensured she was eating well, and prepared herself for Muhammad's return.

On the day Muhammad was expected to return, Fatima prepared a special evening. After a warm and inviting dinner, they moved to their bedroom where Fatima had set up a simple but thoughtful surprise . She had arranged a cozy corner with a blanket on the floor, a few candles flickering softly, and a small basket with some of Muhammad's favorite snacks.

As they settled down on the blanket, Fatima took Muhammad's hand and gently led him to the setup.

As they settled down, Fatima smiled mysteriously and said, "I've got a little game for you." She handed him a small wrapped gift. "Inside is something that will change our lives forever. Take your time and guess what it is."

Muhammad unwrapped the gift and found a tiny pair of baby shoes inside. He looked up at Fatima with a puzzled expression.

Fatima gently placed her hand on her stomach and said, "It's not just these shoes that are waiting for us. There's a new life growing here."

Muhammad's eyes went from shocked to overjoyed. Without saying a word, he scooped Fatima up in his arms and spun her around, grinning from ear to ear. "Are you serious?! Da gaske kike?" he laughed, his voice filled with amazement. "We're going to be parents!"

He set her down gently, still holding her close. His face was lit up with a huge smile. "This is amazing!" he said, his voice brimming with excitement.

Muhammad gently brushed a tear from Fatima's cheek and looked into her eyes with deep affection.

"I can't believe this is happening," he said softly. "I've been dreaming about this day."

Fatima smiled through her tears, resting her head on his shoulder. "Me too. I wanted to surprise you."

Muhammad kissed her forehead and laughed again, a sound full of pure happiness. "You did! I'm so excited for us and our little one."

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Over the months, Fatima's pregnancy was full of fun and weird moments. One day, she craved ice cream with pepper, so Muhammad went out to buy both. When he brought it to her, they both ended up laughing, even though Fatima didn't really eat the pepper.

Another time, Fatima's feet were swollen, and Muhammad tried to give her a foot massage. He wasn't very good at it, and they both laughed as he struggled to find the right way to do it.

As Fatima's due date approached, her legs were swollen, and she had gained a lot of weight. One evening, she was feeling particularly uncomfortable and irritable. Muhammad, trying to be helpful, suggested a new exercise routine she could try to ease the swelling.

Fatima, feeling frustrated and overwhelmed, snapped at him. "You don't understand what I'm going through! It's easy for you to suggest things when you're not the one carrying all this weight!"

Muhammad was taken aback but quickly realized how much she was struggling. He took a deep breath and stepped closer, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. "I'm sorry if I upset you," he said softly. "I just want to help, but I know I can't truly understand what you're feeling. Let me do whatever I can to make this easier for you."

Fatima's anger began to melt away as she looked into his concerned eyes. "I'm just so tired," she admitted, her voice breaking.

Muhammad wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a comforting hug. "I know. It's been a tough time. I'm here for you, no matter what. We'll get through this together."

Fatima clung to him, feeling the weight of her worries lift just a bit.

One day, as Fatima was sitting, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her tummy. Panicked, she called for a maid, who quickly alerted Muhammad. He rushed home, and they took her to the hospital.

At the hospital, Fatima's cries and shouts could be heard as they moved quickly to get her the care she needed. Muhammad stayed by her side, his face etched with worry. After a tense period, the pain began to subside, and the doctors reassured them that everything was going to be okay.

Muhammad held Fatima's hand tightly, relieved to see her pain easing.

Fatima's water broke suddenly, and she was rushed to the delivery room. Muhammad stayed by her side, his anxiety mingling with excitement.

As the contractions intensified, Fatima's grip on his hand tightened, but he continued to offer reassuring words.

After a long and intense labor, the room was filled with the sound of a newborn's cry.

Muhammad carefully took the baby from Fatima's arms, holding her gently. He looked down at her with a mixture of awe and tenderness.

He muttered the adhann into her tiny ears.

"She's beautiful," Muhammad said, his voice filled with emotion. He gently touched the baby's tiny hand.

Fatima smiled weakly, her exhaustion giving way to joy. "We did it," she whispered.

Muhammad nodded, his eyes misty. "We did. I love you both so much."

Fatima looked up at Muhammad, her eyes tired but expectant. "What did you name her?" she asked softly.

Muhammad smiled, looking down at their daughter. "I named her Aisha," he said.

Muhammad looked at their daughter and called out gently, "Aisha Muhammad but we'll call her Ammi." He smiled at Fatima, who nodded approvingly.

"I love you, Captain." she said to him lovingly.

"I love you too, Mrs Captain." He replied back.

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙽𝙳.