"Good evening".
I looked up at Samkelo holding a batch of flowers making me smile."Evening".
He walked up to me placing the flowers on the counter table then held my waist."I love you, both of you, a lot and I don't want to know life without you both in it...".
"Are you okay? Are you dying? You can't...".
"Will you marry me?".
"Oh".She then gasped."Oh? You're proposing?".
And he got down on his knee holding my hand."Owami, I don't want to ever wake up and not find you besides me. Ever. Will you marry me?".
"Kungani ungcela manje? Is it because I'm pregnant?".(Why ask me now?).
"Yes".
"Seriously?".
"I know since you're pregnant chances of you saying no are slim because if you say no your father will kill you and mine will bury me alive".
He took a deep breath."Owami, I bought this ring 2 years ago, I wanted to ask you to marry me then but you said you'd never get married so I didn't want to push you but now it's not just about you, Bab'Nkosi or even me, it's about her and making sure she grows up with both of us home, always".(Bab'Nkosi-Mr Nkosi).
I bit my lower lip and that does drive him crazy just not today. King Zulu really would bury him alive if he were to get a baby before getting married, he is a Prince after all but do I want to get married? And yes, I've always hated the idea of us being dad's business deal. He held my hand a bit tighter, the floor is probably killing his knee. Olwethu. That made me chuckle.
"I mean I don't think anyone else can really handle me, there's that, also you love me too much, I really don't think you can do this life thing without me, you'd probably die and you're my better half or not many men are taller than me also there's my whole father thing, I'd have to explain everything to the new guy all...".
"Owami idolo libhlungu".(Owami, my knee is killing me).
"Yes, I'll marry you".And he laughed, slipping the ring on, getting up, I pushed him back down."Wait, so do we tell them about the pregnancy or just get married? Fuck me, Nkosi Zulu is so disowning you".(Nkosi-King).
"I think we can talk about that even when I'm not kneeling".
"Once we get married I'll be kneeling for you everytime I bring you food".
"I'll never let that happen, ever".
That made me smile and let him up, it's not his decision, maybe when we're alone at our place but that's not even possible, he's a Prince and that means we'll be forced to live at the royal palace. Fuck my life. Nkosi Zulu will definitely make me kneel for them and he read my thoughts because he pulled me to him.
"I'll try to tell them not to make you kneel for them, or me".
"You do know that that's not up to you right?".
He smiled kissing my neck."I love you, Mrs Zulu".
I'm marrying into the royal family, Olwethu is so gonna be head over hills happy when I tell her about my engagement. I haven't spoken to her in the last 24 hours, I should call her, Samkelo kissed my forehead and I held him, my stomach will start showing soon and my dress won't fit me. I really need Olwethu.
