The Sheikh's Blessing

It turned out she was pregnant. The next few months you bathed and massaged Carrie daily, focusing on her swollen feet. You were giving her such a massage when the Sheikh entered the room, smiling happily at seeing his wife's swollen belly. He looked between your legs, nodding approvingly when he saw you were flaccid, as you always were now around Carrie.

"How are you, my love?" the Sheikh asked her, his hand rubbing her belly.

"I am fine, Ibrahim," Carrie responded, leaning up to kiss him hungrily. The doctor was there with him. If the doctor thought there was anything odd about this beauty getting her foot rubbed by a eunuch, he didn't say it.

"So, what is the news?" the Sheikh asked the doctor expectantly.

"It is a girl." Carrie saw the Sheikh's face fall. He was hoping for a male heir. She had hoped to give him one. She reached out to grip his hand.

"This is only our first, Ibrahim. There will be plenty more, if Allah wills it." And with that, the Sheikh's good mood was restored.