All Chapters of The Heir in My Womb: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“Actually... make molokhia.” Then, after the slightest hesitation, she added, “And stuffed pigeon.” The cook and maid exchanged a quick glance. The former said, somewhat surprised, “But...” Asia gently interrupted her. “We can make the fish tomorrow.” Then her gaze dropped to Yazid, and she patted his tiny back as though trying to escape their questioning looks. But the maid asked innocently, “Isn’t that Mr. Mazen’s favorite food?” A brief silence followed. Asia gave a faint smile and looked away. “Maybe...” Then she quickly corrected herself, “I mean... I heard that once.” She didn’t give anyone the chance to make another comment. She turned and left the kitchen with measured steps, while the whispers of the two women followed behind her, making her cheeks grow warmer with every passing second. --- Just before noon... A black car stopped in front of the wide staircase leading to the mansion’s entrance. The engine fell silent, and stillness

The next day... Asia sat on the balcony overlooking the garden, holding a cup of tea between her hands, her eyes fixed on Yazid as his nanny slowly pushed his stroller along the stone pathways. Mazen’s mother approached and sat beside her without saying a word. A few moments of silence passed, broken only by the chirping of birds. Then she asked quietly, “Did Mazen upset you?” Asia turned to her quickly. “No... not at all.” The older woman smiled. “Then I guessed correctly... He told you how he feels.” A faint blush colored Asia’s cheeks, and she simply lowered her gaze. The woman didn’t smile or show any excitement. Instead, she spoke with the calmness of a mother talking to her daughter. “Don’t worry... I’m not going to talk to you about marriage, and I’m not going to ask you to change your decision.” Surprise appeared on Asia’s face. So she continued, “I only came to tell you one thing.” She paused for a moment, then glanced toward Yazid. “That little boy... deserv

The first rays of morning slipped through the tall windows, filling the dining room with a soft golden light that reflected across the long table, which had been set with a simple breakfast prepared by the servants early that morning. Mazen’s mother sat in her usual place, occasionally turning the pages of the newspaper, while the nurse stood beside Yazid’s small crib, gently rocking it whenever he stirred in his sleep until he settled again. As for Asia, she was helping one of the maids arrange the plates and silverware. Ever since Yazid had regained his health, she had begun to regain some of her own peace as well, returning to the daily details of the household. She checked on the little boy, helped Mazen’s mother with whatever tasks she could, and supervised breakfast preparations before everyone came downstairs. And as the days passed... Small details began settling into her memory, details she had never consciously tried to remember. She knew which cup Mazen’s mother

Asia was alone in the room. Yazid was asleep in his little crib, and the house around her had grown quiet after everyone became occupied with their evening routines. The only sounds left in the room were the steady rhythm of his breathing and the faint rustle of the curtain whenever a breeze slipped through the window. Asia sat on the edge of the sofa, rested her head against the back, and closed her eyes. For days, she had been trying not to think about it. But she had been thinking about it all the time. Every time she saw Mazen in the hallway, she remembered his proposal. Every time she heard his voice, she was taken back to the moment he told her he wanted to marry her. And every time she tried to convince herself that refusing him had been the right decision, a small question would appear at the very end of her thoughts: What if refusing him wasn't really what she wanted? She opened her eyes. She looked at Yazid. He was so small that even the thought of the future its

“But I...” She stopped. She looked down at the floor, then back at him. “I don't want to reject you simply because I'm afraid.” A long silence followed. So long that she began to feel she had already said more than she should have. She quickly added, “So...” She stopped again. Mazen exhaled slowly, then said lightly, “Do you want me to help you with that word too?” She looked at him. “How?” “I'll say it for you, and you can nod.” Despite her nervousness, she smiled. “No.” “Then you're capable of saying it.” She took a deep breath. Her fingers had intertwined again, though this time she didn't even notice. “I agree.” He didn't move. Even Asia herself remained staring at him, as though waiting to hear the words again from somewhere else. Mazen said, “What did you say?” A faint blush colored her face. “Don't make me say it again.” He smiled. “I just want to make sure.” “I'm saying yes, Mazen.” This time, his smile appeared clearly. It wasn't wide or exubera