I really like this chapter because amir and Haya are literally my idea of a perfect relationship. It's so hard to make it work when you're two different people with a different idea of how the world works. It's the tough relationships that have the most love between them. Also, amir is too pure I love him. He's probably the complete opposite of every male character I've even written.

Anyway, here's the chapter. I'm quite free in quarantine.

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Haya.
So? How was the game?

Aaliyah.
Haya.

Aaliyah.
I.

Aaliyah.
Am.

Aaliyah.
Dying 😭😭

Aaliyah.
Kill.

Aaliyah.
Me.

Aaliyah.
Now.

Aaliyah.
I feel like all my teenage fantasies have turned true and I can die in peace now

Aaliyah.
LOOK AT US.

Haya.
Yes you do sound like you're eighteen and your smiles are so awkward in the picture, I can not stop laughing myself.

Haya.
And also did you even understand what was going on in the game?

Aaliyah.
Not a clue. Told Yusuf to tell me when to look excited and when to not. Our national sport is really stupid, for real.

Haya.
Who cares? Made for a good day, yeah? Yusuf's very smart with his public outings.

Aaliyah.
He's really something 💖 so sweet.

Aaliyah.
Also done with the doctor?

Haya.
She's super old and she's like their most trusted doctor and everything. Amir insists that I go to her and I don't want to argue again.

Aaliyah.
So go. We can't be picky with everything. If you're not comfortable after a few visits then just switch. It's fine.

Haya.
Yeah, okay. I'll call you tomorrow.

Aaliyah.
Okkk.

"Haya, she isn't old."

Amir defended, although she was old enough that she was the one who had delivered him as a baby. He didn't want to tell her that, all because she would laugh in his face. it was just the fact that the entire family really trusted her and she had been serving the royal family for years now.

"And stop acting like old people aren't qualified, love. That's a very mean thing."

He further added, all because his wife had been going on and on about how old the gynecologist was.

Haya let out a sigh.

"I'm not saying that," she tried, continuing when her husband looked at her like she had committed a crime by saying that the doctor was old.

"I'm only saying that someone young can make the other person feel more comfortable, you know?" She tried, Amir let out a slow nod.

"She's good, trust me."

He mumbled.

It was all because he had somewhat told his mother that Haya could be pregnant and now the woman was over the moon. She had insisted that Haya needed to visit Doctor Shaheen, because she had delivered Amir as a baby and it would be quite beautiful to have her deliever his heir too. She had even delievered Akbar and Waleed's children. She was still incredible and really cared for everyone.

Amir didn't want to disappoint his mother and he liked the professionalism of Dr Shaheen so he didn't say anything.

"Okay, fine." Haya agreed, shrugging.

She didn't want to argue. Aaliyah was right anyway. She could always switch if she didn't feel comfortable.

"So once she confirms that I am pregnant, then what? Will we tell the family straight away?"

Haya asked, unknown of the fact that her mother-in-law already knew.

"Yes, we will." Amir didn't mention the truth about telling his mother, he knew Haya would start an argument.

"Don't you think we should wait? Like maybe a month or so?" She cocked an eyebrow at his side, hoping that he would agree.

She knew how much of a big deal this was, especially for Amir's family. She didn't want to be coddled by them so soon.

Amir let out a shake of his head.

It was such kind of words by his wife that always made him realise that she had still not accepted his family as her own family. She still saw them as foreign beings.

"Haya, your entire family knows already. What difference will it make if we tell mine as well?"

He looked almost annoyed and too cute, so Haya let out a chuckle and didn't argue again.

She had been feeling really good for the past two days. She was finally coming around to the idea of having a baby and Amir had been so lovely too, she didn't want to ruin their peace.

Infact, he had been so lovely that he didn't even say anything when she wore an off shoulder dress during the family brunch. He simply told her that she looked beautiful and casually put his coat around her shoulder again, smiling sheepishly as she stared at him.

"Okay." She affirmed, taking out her phone.

His hair was all ruffled and she had just showered, she thought it looked too domestic. She wanted to capture the image.

"Will you take a picture?" She asked him, opening the front camera as she leaned close to him. Her feet were practically in his lap already.

"Why?" Amir asked, not too fond of pictures in general.

Correction, he loved pictures. He loved taking pictures of nature and beautiful sites. He liked to capture the culture of different countries but he never like being photographed himself. He had obviously gotten used to the idea of it, since photographs were a huge part of his everyday life but he hardly used to take any pictures of himself. It was only after Haya had entered his life that he actually opened the front camera to take pictures sometimes.

She had certainly changed him a little bit. He was more concerned about his looks now.

The other day, he had even checked who he was wearing and Haya had laughed in his face. She had totally taken over his clothes. His mother was not too happy about it.

She was especially not happy when she sent over a few suits for him and Haya mentioned how they were a little too bland for a Crown Prince.

"For social media. I'll post it later." Haya said, snapping him out of his thoughts as he took her phone in his hand and nodded.

"Sure."

"You don't have to be so grumpy about it."

Haya replied, seeing the unhappy expression on his face. He shook his head, because he wasn't exactly grumpy. He just knew that today was going to be a very long day after the break.

"Although, make the grumpy face and take it again. You look cute." She mentioned, earning another shake of his head.

"No." He replied, as Haya pouted her lips and looked at the camera.

"Okay, then. Dimples." She pointed towards his cheeks.

Amir clicked his tongue. She was obsessed with his dimples, often calling him dimples for the sake of it. He didn't really like the nickname.

"No dimples."

She kissed his cheek, pouting again.

"Haya," He knew he wasn't going to win this, so he simply smiled at the camera and showed his dimples.

Haya nodded, satisfied.

"Okay, let's get ready now." 

"Wait, so you're saying I'm not actually pregnant?"

She really could not believe it and the more she thought of it, the more shock she felt. Amir was completely silent by her side, and the doctor didn't look too pleased either.

She was old and too chatty when it came to Amir. Haya hadn't even realised how old she was until she mentioned that she was the one to deliever Amir.

Her husband had been avoiding her gaze ever since.

"Well, yes."

She frowned.

How could she not be pregnant after all the fucking drama?

"But I don't understand? I am not getting my period, I keep on having these food cravings that I never had before and whenever I wake up I feel like I will throw up. All of these are symptoms of a pregnancy."

Haya argued, because she I had actually managed to do notice all the symptoms that she had been feeling for the past few days and they pointed towards a pregnancy for sure.

"Maybe there was some fault? You should check me again." She further added, because what the fuck? How could she not be pregnant?

Was this a joke?

She had spent too much time at home worrying about it, how could it not be happening now?

"Princess," the doctor tried to explain, Haya interrupted her.

"Just call me Haya, it's okay." She quickly said, the woman let out a nod.

"Haya, Would you like to talk about this in private? I understand it can be hard for women to you have a conversation about such things in presence of a male."

She stared at her with the look of disbelief etched on her face. Sometimes, it really did feel like this country was still stuck in the old age. No wonder her husband had looked so uncomfortable throughout.

This was the same Amir that had been shy to hold her hand a few months ago. Of course, he wasn't comfortable.

It didn't matter though. She really wanted him here. He was the only one stopping her from completely snapping.

"That's perfectly fine. I think I'll just wait outside and-" Amir tried to stand up, glad that he wouldn't have to listen to this conversation at all.

Haya held his hand and shook her head.

"Not at all."

He would have definitely left but then he saw the sudden conflict on Haya's face and he didn't want to leave.

"I am very comfortable with my husband by my side. This is very natural to me." Haya murmured, because maybe the woman was used to the others not bringing their husbands.

She was sure that Amir's brothers had never stepped inside with their wives. She was sure that the King had definitely never spoken to the Doctor.

But Haya, she had never been like that. It was not even a religious restriction but a cultural one. She often felt like Maraaish had more cultural differences and values that made the country narrow minded and afraid of change. It wasn't about the religion that much.

Because in religion, men were told to support their wives in every way that they could. Culture, it stopped them.

"Right, okay."

"So, let's talk about your history first. Can you tell me about your periods? Basic history and if there were any complications?"

The doctor switched back to being extremely professional, and Haya appreciated that. She had been doing this for a long time, she was clearly not intimidated.

"I got it at thirteen, it was irregular in the first two years but it got better. I got myself checked every two months. It was better till eighteen and then it started to get worse again."

Haya said out loud, she knew she hadn't discussed any of it with Amir.

"I kept up with the treatment and it was quite regular after that, I guess mainly because I started to take contraceptives and that must have really helped regulate the periods."

"I have subconsciously been off the contraceptives for the past two months, I would take it if I would remember taking it honestly."

She told the woman, continuing.

"Okay, that sounds fine. you said you were constantly in touch with your doctor so if it wouldn't be too much of a problem, I would like to review your medical history with her."

Haya hummed.

"Yes, sure."

"Right."

"You talked about struggling with PCOS as well. You know that there's not really a one hundred percent cure for it, right? You just need to follow the guidelines and minimize it's effects."

Once again, she nodded.

"I do." She continued when the doctor stared at her with interest. She even felt Amir's gaze on her.

"But my regulation occurred because of the doctor's input and my nutritionist gave me a list of foods I should eat and foods I shouldn't. As long as I followed all the basic things, I was good to go."

She explained. she had spent a very long time quitting the food that should really loved, all because her body was not too accepting of it.

"Of course. It's very normal these days until it is a little extreme. I have run some tests and they will take an hour or so to bring the result."

She replied, looking at Haya.

"Should we schedule another appointment? You're both busy individuals and such things do take time." She tried, but Haya didn't want to live in curiosity, not for another day.

"Can we wait?" She looked at Amir, because she really did not care about meeting Nadia for work right now.

This mattered more to her in the moment.

Amir, however looked a little hesitant. He had been so wrapped up in the idea of his wife being pregnant that he felt disappointed and he wanted to busy himself with work so he wouldn't feel that way anymore.

"Haya, I have to chair a meeting-"

He tried, but his wife was already squeezing his shoulder and looking at him with vulnerable eyes.

"Please." She whispered, but it was audible to both the doctor and him.

Haya hardly requested and she never requested in front of people at least. Amir let out a nod, not willing to get her stressed out more than she already seemed.

"Okay, yeah. We can wait."

So they waited for an entire hour.

Haya didn't talk, Amir responded to a few messages and the Doctor went back to reviewing Haya's medical history that her old doctor had mailed her.

"Right."

"I'm very sorry but you are not pregnant, the blood test says the same as the other two tests."

She informed Haya, who nodded with a sigh and asked her to continue. She hated this. She hated feeling like she had lost something. Her heart had this constant sinking feeling that she didn't quite understand.

Why did she have to not be pregnant after actually coming to terms with the idea of it?

What was this sick and twisted game?

"There are water bags above your uterus which is causing you not to bleed. Have you been eating well?"

She had gone back to eating better after gaining some weight but she had really been eating too much ever since her marriage. The food in Buredaan consisted of so much gluten and dairy, both of which were not too good for her body.

She just loves the food, and Amir enjoyed the traditional food more than her. How could she not eat when he was on the table with her almost every night, eating with that relaxed smile on his face? It had been hard.

"I'm trying to." She murmured, and her doctor nodded.

"The lack of periods has something to do with your PCOS acting up. I can definitely recommend a few medicines or you can just switch back to taking your contraceptives. That will help with the period."

She elaborated, looking through Haya's files all at the same time. When she kept mentioning the bleeding, menstrual cycle, and sex again and again, Amir felt his ears burn literally.

He couldn't take it anymore. It just felt uncomfortable.

He slowly stood up and put a comforting hand on Haya's shoulder, she stared at him with a confused frown.

"I'll be outside, alright?"

Before she could even protest, he was out of the room. Haya let out a sigh and turned back to the doctor.

"So should I give you the contraceptives then?"

The doctor asked again. Could she? Could she go back to taking birth control?

Her heart wasn't in it anymore. She felt like it would be wrong to take contraceptives again.

"I-" Haya swallowed, letting her heart make the decision for once.

She didn't want to not be pregnant anymore.

Who the fuck was she? What had happened to her?

"I don't want to take birth control again." She said to the doctor, who nodded with a smile and went onto explain her the more complicated side of things.

"I can't believe we argued so much and it was all for nothing." Haya grumbled the moment she looked at Amir, who was waiting for her outside.

He shook his head, not letting his own disappointment show.

"It was meant to be. Are you feeling alright?"

She nodded, swallowing. Her mood wasn't so uplifted anymore. She wanted to go back to the stubborn phase where she didn't even want a child. This was too overwhelming.

"Yeah, I'm okay. You?"

She knew how much he loved the idea of her pregnancy. She couldn't even understand how he was feeling now.

"Okay." Amir replied, like he couldn't really do much about the situation.

"I should go now." He quickly added, because if he stayed, he would probably tell Haya that he was more disappointed and he wanted a baby but it wasn't in his control. He didn't want her to think that she had done something wrong, because she hadn't.

Besides, she would be relieved now. Wouldn't she? She didn't want a child anyway.

"Yeah, I'm just going to go back home." Haya replied, earning a frown.

She had been so invested in a meeting with Nadia for the new step in women empowerment project. All of a sudden, she just seemed dis interested.

"I thought you had a meeting with Nadia?" Haya nodded.

"I don't feel like working, I'll see you at the house." She said instead, ready to turn around.

Amir was glad she wasn't talking about the pregnancy too, or the lack of it. He couldn't get into it right now.

"Amir, I-" when she did try to say something, he stopped her with a gentle smile.

"I have a meeting, Haya." He reminded her, cupping the side of her cheek for a moment.

"See you, okay?" Haya swallowed, nodding.

"Okay."

"Haya?"

She was not in the pool or the sauna, two of her most favorite places in the entire house. He knew that those places brought her comfort, so he wanted to see for himself. Later on, the house staff told him that Haya hadn't really been out of the bedroom for the entire day with a specific instruction that no one should disturb her at all.

He hadn't really thought of anything but work in the past few hours. Infact, he had to chair so many meetings and talk to so many people that he hadn't even thought of checking his personal phone. It was only when his assistant told him that the Queen was calling that he managed to distract himself.

She told him that Haya hadn't picked up her call throughout the day and she had even told others to not give her any calls. She was worried and Amir was the only one who could tell her what was wrong.

The Crown Prince had eased some of her worries and told her what had happened. It hadn't been a long phone call but it had bugged him enough to put some work on hold and return home at eleven. Haya hadn't even called him to ask if he would make it in time for dinner.

So now, here he was..finding her cuddled up under the sheets.

"Hey, what are you doing in bed?" He asked, greeting her with a salam first. He lifted the covers off her body, finding her in the same clothes as before.

He frowned, because it was so unlike Haya.

"Moping." Haya grumbled, he shook his head and helped her get up.

Haya clicked her tongue and refused to do so.

"Haya, you haven't been picking your mother's calls. She says you told everyone not to disturb you. What's going on?" Amir sounded worried now.

Here he was, hoping that coming home would take his mind off the disappointment. He thought Haya would be her casual, happy self and it would soothe his nerves too.

"It's nothing," she didn't know how to tell him that she was upset about not being pregnant.

All she had done was whine about how she didn't want to be a mother so soon.

"No, it's not nothing. she had to call me because she was worried sick about you. What happened?"

He asked, concern etched in his tone.

"You know what happened." She murmured, looking upset.

Amir frowned.

"The fact that you're not pregnant? Yes. You didn't want a child and you got it." He said it so casually, because that's what Haya had been conveying to him for the past few days.

She never felt happy about it, even at the end, she had told him she didn't want to complain anymore. It was never an admission of 'i want to be a mother.'

"Infact, I should be the one moping around but do you see me doing that? No." He tried, but she only shook her head and put her head on his shoulder. She had a sad pout on her lips. It wasn't his favorite look on her.

"What's with the pout, love?" He softly questioned, she let out a sigh.

"Why aren't you pouting? Why aren't you disappointed?" She turned the conversation around.

He was disappointed, obviously..he was. At the same time, he had always managed to accept things quickly. He was the kind of man who accepted both the victories and defeats with the thought that it was God's decision. He couldn't control everything.

"We have to accept everything that God sends our way. If it's not meant to be right now, it won't be." He easily told her, she stared at him as he spoke again.

"I was very excited about the idea of having a child with you but it's not happening right now and I cannot control the situation. It's okay." He added, Haya hummed.

"I am disappointed." She accepted, because no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape not telling Amir how she felt.

"Why?"

Haya moved back, crossing her legs and facing him properly.

"Because I had been thinking so much, I just had it in my head that maybe if I am pregnant it won't be the worst thing ever." She rambled out, moving her hands around as a gesture.

"Everyone kept telling me how wonderful it would be and how I wouldn't feel this way in a few months and I just stopped feeling like it would be a burden on me."

She explained, Amir only listened to her.

"I started to embrace the idea of having a child and now it doesn't even exist. I feel like shit." She cursed, telling him why she didn't feel like talking to anyone.

"And I know I was the one who kept telling you I didn't want it, I know I am fucking indecisive but I really do feel so shitty, I don't know."

She ranted, Amir let out a sigh. He understood what she was trying to say. At the same time, was it necessary to curse in every sentence?

"First of all, astaghfirullah."

She cracked a small smile, feeling like it had been a while since he said that to her because she cursed.

"And I think," he hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to frame his words.

With Haya, there was alot of uncertainty at times. He remained silent for a few moments as his wife looked at him with a questioning gaze.

"Okay, there is no pressure but I want you to answer me honestly. Would you like to have a child with me? Do you want to properly try it, to get pregnant?"

He asked, staring at her. He was so concentrated, with a little bit of worry etched across his face because she could say no.

He would have to wait then. And for the first time, he didn't like the idea of being patient when it came to this.

"it's fine if this is just random disappointment and we can wait a few months because I saw how stressed you were. I don't want you to feel that way again, yeah?"

He further added, making sure that she wouldn't say yes because she was feeling disappointed for now. He wanted her think it through.

He just didn't know that Haya had already refused birth control and wanted to try as well.

"I told her that I don't want to take birth control anymore. I told her to fix me fast so we can start trying for a baby." She stated, not even a bit of hesitation was there in her voice.

"Seriously?" He looked surprised, but his eyes had started to glimmer with hope.

Haya smiled, nodding.

"Yeah, I think I am ready. I mean, you don't know if you are a good or a bad mother until there is a child in your arms so how can I think that I will not do good as a mother?"

She continued.

"and my father told me that I was so competitive and willing to prove myself that I would be a good mother and too good at work just to prove a point."

She told him, he chuckled.

"Yeah, I think that too."

Haya was too passionate about proving herself. It was both admirable and worrying at times.

"So we'll try all the time. Every day, every night. We'll literally fuck like monkeys." She told him seriously.

The look that her husband had on his face right now, it made Haya laugh more than anything.

"Ya Allah, language Haya." He sounded helpless, she couldn't help but laugh again and lean forward to kiss him.

It wasn't a soft and tender kiss, filled with love. It was more of a loud, happy kiss that made her feel better.

He always did. His presence made things magical at times.

"Thank you," she whispered, placing a kiss on the side of his mouth.

"For what?" He genuinely didn't know what she was thanking him for. He hadn't done anything out of ordinary.

"For not looking disappointed and trying to lift my spirits instead. I know you heard all about my period issues and it can be a worrying situation but, I liked that you were supportive."

She elaborated, Amir let out a hum. The truth was, he hadn't given it much thought because he was too embarassed in the doctor's office.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be? You're always supportive." He simply replied.

She was too fucking lucky with him. He was simple and he loved her, and yes, he got too modestly annoying at times but even that was cute to her when she wasn't pissed off.

Sometimes, Amir felt like he was too good to be true.

"I love you," she professed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Amir smiled against her hair, pressing a kiss on the back of her neck.

"I love you more, hayati."

He whispered, feeling his heart at peace too. All the worry, the disappointment, the conflict had faded away.

When he pulled away, Haya got out of the bed and asked him to come with her for a swim.

"First please call your mother." He reminded her, continuing when she said that she didn't want to.

"I don't want to explain to my team again that it wasn't the Queen of Buredaan calling me but it was my mother in law." He elaborated, Haya shrugged.

"I'll send her a text. Come on, let's fuck in the pool." She always said the most horrifying things in the most casual way.

"Haya!" Amir exclaimed, she rolled her eyes playfully.

"Fine. Let's make love."

He only pushed her back on the bed, the idea of doing anything outside for now was too foreign to him.

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