“Good morning”…A shirtless Motheo walked in the kitchen. It was 6:30 am on a Saturday. “Hi” Tshidi gave him a slight smile. He had just came back from his morning jog and since he was feeling hot, he took his shirt off. He wasn’t expecting Tshidi to be awake and she wasn’t expecting him to be all sweaty and sexy. “Did Molemo wake you?’. He asked. “No, he’s still sleeping. I just wanted to get a glass of water”. She replied.
He walked closer to her and she turned to look at him. Both of them with eyes glued on each other. She wanted to move so that he can pass and she wanted to do the same but it was just a back and for movement. Seconds later they were in each other’s faces. Literally. Lip on lip. Next minute, Tshidi was put on top of the kitchen island. Legs around motheo.
One, two, three, clothes on the floor. He put her on her feet, turned her around and entered her from the back. She gasped at feeling the intrusion. It had been a while since they had sex. Nthabi had set their rekindling process up for failure. He pounded on that ass like there’s no tomorrow. Tshidi tried her best to keep her moans low but when she approached her peak she was no longer able to hold back. Motheo followed and the session was over.
She followed him to the sitting room. He wanted to sit and relax abit. “So, we just have sex and that’s it?”. She asked “What?” He looked at her with a confused look. “urg nevermind” she walked away but he followed. “Baby, what’s going on now?. Is there something wrong I did?” He held her hand and brought her close. “Tshidi, talk to me”. He said and she looked at him.
“I don’t know why I’m getting worked up. Mo, you’ll be having another child with some side chick of yours and I just don’t want to be a part of all the drama. So, if it will eventually get to a point where you finally acknowledge this child as yours and you know it…you might as well do it now. I will not hold anything against you. Just do what it right okay?’ she finished.
“Baby, look at me”. He put his hand on her chin and tilted her face. “I may not know if that child is mine and maybe if were interested I’d ask her for paternity tests and all that but I’m not. You are the woman I choose to be with. T, let’s go to Gauteng.” He said with his hands on hers.
“Why?” She was abit shocked. “I want to make our union a serious thing. You know how I’ve always felt about taking women to my meet my mother. I know I haven’t taken you or our kids because of my selfish reasons. I had been so disregarding of her to the point where she ended up not knowing anything about me or my life. I shut her out, all because of some theory that was fed to me by someone who never gave a shit about me.
She never knew Tshiamo, she wasn’t invited to our wedding”. He looked down and then at her again. “I no longer want to live a lifeless life. I mean, I couldn’t even enjoy the good things that were in my life because I had to prove a point. I was so vengeful. And it was all over something that wasn’t even true. I think after getting the truth that my mother had been singing to me the whole time, I just started reflecting. I want to live. With you and our kids. And if you’ll let me, I’d like to make you mine. For life.’’ He looked at her and smiled.
“Okay. Let’s go. Plus, I think we need some time away from your love interest.” She laughed. This might have came out as a joke but these two were definitely in it for a ride when coming to the matter between Motheo and Nthabi. This woman is on a mission and she will leave no stone unturned.
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A few days later the Tlhabane family headed for Gauteng to go and see grandma for the first time. The kids were very much excited as this will be their first trip out of the province and thanks to the crap that has happened in Motheo’s life of recent, his mother will finally be able to play her role as grandmother of his children.
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Heart Misplaced
General FictionThis is a story that involves two men who have a strong bond but there's more than just friendship binding them. One of them knows but the other finds out in a very harsh way. When the truth is unraveled, fate continues to do its job.