Shortly after returning from their honeymoon trip to Al Simhara it was Malia's birthday. Not one of the big 'x0' birthdays so they didn't feel obliged to have a big party, just the two of them celebrating together.
As was tradition, Carl encouraged Malia to make a wish as she blew out the candles on the rather larger than they needed cake that Carl had bought. Not that he thought it especially large for two people, as far as he was concerned you could never have too much cake!
Malia had to think, what could she possibly want that she didn't already have? Now that they were settled in their home, now they were married? As she looked down at the flickering candles it came to her, it was obvious and actually not that difficult a decision to make.
"So, are you going to tell me what you wished for?"
"Ha, you know I can't; if I tell anyone it won't come true. And you wouldn't want that, you really wouldn't!"
"Hmm, OK. Well I suppose I should give you your special birthday present anyway!"
"A special birthday present, I like the sound of that, though you know that you are all the 'present' I want."
"I know, and as it happens ... your 'present' is in the bedroom ..."
Not at all surprisingly Malia's 'special present' was indeed Carl! And on this night Malia couldn't have been happier.
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Some weeks later Malia woke feeling unusually nauseous.
As she struggled to contain the unsettling sensations she wondered if her wish was about to be fulfilled; if she was to give her own very special present to Carl ...
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