Chapter 11 I’m Pregnant!

It has been around six months since our wedding. I am finding it hard to hide my condition. My stomach is making its presence known. I am still small enough that I can hide it with baggy clothing. But my husband chooses to full fill his husbandry duties every night. He wants an heir to the throne. Most nights are pleasant. I look forward to those night, I even enjoy them. But if he has had a bad day, walking away with at least one bruise is required.

I usually only see him at night. Which is perfectly fine by me. There is a lot to be said for the lies of shadows. But this morning things went sideways. He never comes to our chambers in the mornings. That is why I started taking my breakfast there. I have had morning sickness since the day we were married. All the staff has kept my condition to themselves for fear of being the first to tell him for one, and for two, not one of them wanted him to know about the pregnancy either.

I did not want him to see. I felt and still feel the longer I can put him off the better. Besides even if he did the math he would not be able to tell truly. However, today he come up just after breakfast this morning. I felt the sickness coming on. I sat next to the window for fresh air as he came into our chamber. I could feel I was turning green but there was nothing that could be done for it.

He came over and kissed me sweetly. I smiled trying not to give anything away. He began to undress. I knew why he had come at that point. He was rambling on about some situation in court. I sat still, not trusting myself to move. The staff quickly left the room without being dismissed. He never did care who saw him naked. Now if they were still in here when he was striping me, they would lose their heads.

He walked over to me taking both my hands in his. He pulled me to my feet and I quickly turned away from him as breakfast came up for round two. He held my hair back as I threw up. But it did not faze his hard on. Not even slightly! When I was finished tossing my cookies, he swept me up off the floor and carried me to the bed.

I had expelled so much energy throwing up, that my body began to shiver. He called for a doctor and I knew the jig was up. He got redressed and actually left me alone! He laid a blanket over my shivering body. The doctor came and examined my body. When he told my husband I was pregnant, even the doctor braced to see what would happen next.

My husband walked out into the hall and screamed with elation. As soon as he came back into the chamber he asked the doctor what he was and was not allowed to do. Luckily for me at the time the doctor told him, no major physical activity. Which meant no more sex for a while. It was hard not to smile at that one. The doctor told him to keep me on a healthy diet. And not to let me do any strenuous activities including wifely duties.

I was both happy and unhappy about this. I am someone who enjoys those particular activities. My husband was not bad in bed. Actually, I rather enjoyed my private fun. But there are times when my husband is overwhelming. I can get over it. But now I am afraid I will be very lonely.

The day after I did not expect my husband to show up for anything. I got up early as usual, I went for my walk before my bath. As I was getting into my bath there was a knock at the door. My maid opened it to find my husband standing there. He came in and dismissed all my maids. He came over and began washing my hair. At this point he still has not said anything to me. I was almost frozen. I had all kinds of thoughts going through my head. The major one being, what has pissed him off today!

Before I had a chance to complete any of those thoughts however, he stripped and climbed into the tub with me. I was in such shock, I almost did not recognize when he started talking to me. "I can do a better job of cleaning every inch of you if I am in here with you. I hope you don't mind." I shook my head and he grabbed the soap going to work on my arms.

When he got to my breasts and secret spot things turned intimate quickly. He knew all my buttons at this point. He made a point of pushing every one too. He was very gentle! He rubbed delicately, even his appendage was used with extreme care. He was slow and careful. He felt of my tommy and even kissed it several times.

By the time we were through the water was cold. He wrapped me in a towel and helped me to get out of the tub. Then he took what felt like an hour drying every inch of me including my hair. When I was dry we went to brushing my hair out. After everything was finished he laid me down in the bed and called for our breakfast to be brought up.

He laid down next to me in bed and cuddled up as close as he could get. He warmed me and the bed up in a matter of moments. He always ran hotter than me. When breakfast came he sat down at our little breakfast nook with me and we ate together. Neither of us speaking this entire time. It felt so nice to be pampered!

After breakfast he kissed me on the forehead and left to go sit in court. He said "Court will only be a few hours each day from now until the baby is born. I want to be free to be with you if at all possible." My jaw nearly fell off. He was going above and beyond! What did I miss!

That night he came back and gave me a back and a foot rub before carrying me to the bed. Again, he was gentle but we did make love. It was so much more! Just with these few acts of kindness I was having feelings for this man! He had broken my very well crafted bubble. I had to ensure that what he was doing was genuine! I felt more than anything that there was something else going on. I decided to let this ride and see just how long this would last.

About a week later, I knew he was having a bad day. He was yelling so loudly in court that I could hear it all the way up in my room. When he came up, I expected a beating. Instead, he had the maid draw up a hot steaming bath. He even had them to light the coals under it to keep it hotter for longer. He invited me in.

I was not about to turn down a bath. Bath's are the one vice I was allowing myself while I was pregnant. The bath really helps with cramps, growing pains, and strains. I was taking around two baths a day right now. One in the morning and one at night. I had not had a steaming bath yet. I was actually looking forward to the experience.

I climbed in cautiously and smiled at him. He pulled me into his lap almost immediately. He had me sit on his knee. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rubbed my belly. The baby was kicking and he smiled as he felt the baby kick him. He kissed me timidly on the neck and cuddled me into him.

The water felt so good! When he loosened his grip on me, I laid back into the water. I tried to get the steamy water all over. It felt so good in my hair as well. When the coals started to loose their heat, I helped them out by heating the water to a hot steamy temperature again. He chuckled at me and thanked me.

I offered to help him with his bath. To at least do his back. He handed me the soap and turned his back to me. I began to wash his back but was startled at first. His back had so many scars! He had whip marks, stab wounds, and so many other wounds I could not name. His back was covered! There were scars everywhere. I did my best to clean it. I was not gentle but not harsh.

As I worked I asked him where the scars came from. He propped his head up on the side of the tub on his arms. "That is perfect, keep the pressure just like that thank you. That is not to hard or to light. I will answer your question. My father told me I would never be able to hand out punishments, or fight properly if I did not know how to use the weapons at my disposal. So, for me to learn a weapon, I had to first experience the pain on could inflect with the weapon. My training was not a enjoyable one. My father was mean and cruel. Throughout my life some of that has rubbed off on me. I did not realize it. Not until, the doctor told me about your pregnancy. I know it is probably my sons baby. But it will take my sons place. I will treat it like my own. You are my wife, and I took your lover. When it occurred to me, I vowed right then and there, I would change my treatment of you." He turned around and took me into his arms. "We may never have any more children than this child. I will still do my upmost best to make and keep you happy. I am sorry for my callus behaviors. I will do better."

He leaned in and we were floating in a sea of ecstasy again. He treated me like I was a glass figurine, that could break at the slightest touch. He was so gentle as a matter of fact I began wanting to tell him that I was not a glass doll. But I was enjoying the treatment so much, I did not want it to end.

The next day he had another bad day in court. When he came to me after words he explained. Apparently, due to previous edicts, the people where revolting. If he did not keep a closer eye on the situation, we were going to have an uprising on our hands. Today he reversed the edicts and returned half of all the taxes collected due to them back to the people. He was hoping that it would quail the situation.

The next day however we found out bad news. The revolt had began in our own military. It was not the people themselves revolting. They were only revolting the king. They loved me. This both pleased my husband and made him worse for wear. This meant that the soldiers might remove him from office. But we have no idea what might happen with me, or my baby. My life just got complicated all over again.