Katharine laughed.
“Exert myself? I’m as fat as an ox and I only exert myself when food is put before me.”
“Nonsense. You are ripe with our child. You are glowing. If I didn’t have more cases to hear I might take you inside to show you how beautiful I think you,” he said as he caressed her belly and nuzzled her ear.
“Don’t you dare! That’s how I got like this,” she said, laughing. She batted his hand away but was secretly pleased.
She had grown large with their second child and had worried that Mohammed would be disgusted by her, but she could not have been more wrong. His passion for her was the same and he showed it daily.
Mohammed walked over to his son, deftly picked him up, and threw him lightly in the air as he screamed with pleasure.
“My precious son,” he spoke to him as he handed him back to his nurse.
Katharine watched her husband and son and felt a peace and calm serenity she had never known. It was a deeply satisfying feeling. She closed her eyes and smiled. She had experienced much sorrow and pain, but she had come through it safely and felt loved and cherished.
The love of her life was her husband and he was a caring, attentive father to their son. There was nothing else she needed.
“I will see you tonight t
hen, my love,” she spoke as he made his way to leave the garden.
He came back suddenly in his white robes and bent to kiss her temple and touch her cheek.
“Tonight and the rest of our lives, princess.”