"Don't be scared," Lia said with a comforting smile as she gently touched my hands resting on my thighs. "Trust me when I say you have nothing to fear, Ayra. He won't ask for the gender of the baby."
"Are you sure?" I asked, worry etched on my face.
"I am sure," she tapped my arm gently before returning her hand to her lap. "Besides, what's the worst that can happen when he finds out the gender of the baby? If it's a boy, you will be treated like a queen. There is nothing you could ask for that he wouldn't give you. Even if you don't end up giving birth to more male children for him, your position and comfort are assured."
"And what if it's a female?" I bit my lip, my fingers nervously twisting the fabric of my dress.
Lia sighed and gave my hands a reassuring squeeze. "Then you'll be j
