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Chapter Fifty Five.

Chapter Fifty Five.

"True life is lived when tiny changes occur." x Leo Tolstoy.

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"Thank you to the whole of Emashazini Kingdom for being able to show yourself... for supporting this initiative and for emptying your wallets for a great cause." He says and I chuckle rubbing on my belly. I honestly can't believe this fundraising event is finally happening after all the procastinating it had been going through. Almost 3 months where we tried getting our shit together and clearing out a few rumors once again.
In the near future I just think we'll let people keep assuming that all they read is true because it's exhausting having to justify yourself.

I can't believe that we are this close to me giving birth and I was nervous.
Birth seemed beautiful when the due date was far and nowhere near my brain, but now it's what occupied my mind most of the time.
I couldn't wait for our baby to get here though, just like how I couldn't wait for our gender reveal tomorrow.

I was excited that the family was going to be here and my friends obviously and that we were all just going to try and enjoy my last days of pregnancy.

I remember the day this tiny miracle first kicked. We were seated out back enjoying a grilled cheese sandwich while watching the new years fireworks. It was beautiful.
Bangi joked about the fireworks scaring our baby to life that night.
We knew then that we had passed another hurdle since my partial placental abruption, because I took everyday with my bundle in me as a blessing that many people take for granted.
I fall in love again with this strong kicking-insane driving-bladder pushing thing in me more and more everyday even if he wore me out day by day while tempting me to order some pizza online.
God's timing was something else in my life, because I think back to when I was actually on the patch, slipped up and found out we were going to multiply here that he knew exactly what he was doing.

I'm not exactly sure about the Zonke part of my life and how he thought that was what I needed. But I'll take it all. The pain and the trauma of hearing that Zonke's man killed my mother for his own freedom and pleasure. That he killed her thinking he'll have enough money to share with whatever mistress he had out there, but that never happened. I don't really know what happened to that money but I'm glad he's rotting in prison and hell or whichever he preferred.

Zonke... Well from what I've heard, she successfully gave birth to a healthy and handsome baby boy she named...wait for it...

Zwelakhe.

I cringe everytime that name pops up cause it just sounded like she was putting my ex's name and her 'probable baby father's' names together. I know not everything evolves around me but it just gave me weird vibes. Anyway, she's also apparently living with one of her friends – I didn't even know she had friends – in some flats around the city. I have no idea though if my own sister and Alakhe were still talking cause with these two you never know.

"And finally I'd love to thank my wife who unfortunately couldn't make it here because she's on bed rest. I do all things with her support and guidance now and without her, a lot of things wouldn't be happening. I know she's watching this and PDA is something our family would rather have us not partake in but I love you," He kisses two of his fingers and directs them to me... Or the live camera... but nonetheless the sides of my cheeks heat up in appreciation.

The speech ends and I sigh, locking the tablet and put it away before struggling to my feet. I seriously can't believe that I couldn't see my feet anymore but I'd feel them when they're swollen.

Oh my goodness I have to pee again.

The baby yellow paint in our baby's room is practically done now, all that was left was for Bangi to come paint the higher areas where I was definitely not reaching. I make my way to kitchen to attend the intercom that rang much to my annoyance.
"Donald, who is it?" I ask.
"Individuals by the names of Nobuhle and Khayalakhe Dlamini," he says.
The drama. "Send them back," I joke.
"hhaybo," That was definitely Khaya. And sir where did you get that deep voice? This boy was growing and pretty soon he'll be eighteen... Playing soccer... With a girlfriend or boyfriend hanging on his arm or living his life the way he sees fit and I'm not ready for it.