my heart can never trust again

chapter 47

A month later

Guess what?! I am preggo, again! Bayanda and I are still attending therapy and we are thriving in our marriage. My boutiques are doing well and Bayanda's bag just keeps growing!

Let me tell you a little story before I go any further...

I met a prophet the other day and she told me about how the reasons why I kept losing my kids was because I was carrying unforgiveness and hate in my heart.

She also said that the reason why I got over this is because of Bayanda's prayers, his love and how we helped each other trough the loss of our baby. Of course, after the issues we had.

She went to saying that our future is very bright and she was also the one who told me that I was two months pregnant.

I am now three months pregnant and I absolutely love experiencing this again, knowing I have a man that loves me and that I am going to make it trough this pregnancy. I am having a boy!

That's what the prophet said, I don't know. I guess we'll see.

Anyway, it is Bayanda's day off today. More like, I forced him to take this day off.

First stop is breakfast so we go to a good restaurant and get some breakfast with our beautiful baby. After breakfast we do some good ol' shopping and all.

Me: I want to show you something.

We get in the car and start driving and I take him to this other mall with vacant shop spaces.

Baya: what's going on?
Me: well, this spot is where my boutique is going to be and right next to it is another vacant space, right?
Baya: yeah?
Me: that's our baby's shop, I am working on hair products for her brand.
Baya: you have been working on all this?
Me: yes.
Baya: on your own?
Me: what? you don't like the idea?
Baya: no, I don't like it.

I feel a little disheartened so I just loon away.

Baya: I love it, baby. I love it so much.

He gives me a hug while holding our baby with his other arm.

Baya: wow. well, I also have a little surprise for you.
Me: can this day get any better?
Baya: trust me, it can.

We get in the car and he drives to farm that is about an hour or 45 minutes away from the city. He gets in and parks properly. We both get out of the car and stand next to each other, outside of the car while leaning on it.

Azania is sleeping so we let her be.

Baya: this is all ours.
Me: what?!
Baya: this farm belongs to us.
Me: you're not joking.
Baya: true as Bob.
Me: our baby is really going to inherit all of this.
Baya: our baby.
Me: actually, it's babies.
Baya: what does that mean?

I look at him and his eyes widen.

Baya: do you mean...

I nod.

Baya: are you pregnant?
Me: yes!

He picks me and spins me around. We both giggle as he does that. Oh I love it here.

Baya: marry me again.
Me: what?!
Baya: marry me again. this time around, we are doing it the right way.
Me: I would more than love to, my love.

We kiss and Azania gets out of the car and nudges her dad.

Azania: my mommy! mine, daddy.
Dad: okay!

We laugh.

Azania: come, mommy.

She says putting her hands up.

Mom: that's a first. normally, she wants you.
Baya: I guess it's that new person in your belly that's making her clingy.

I pick up and we stand and look at the beautiful farm, our farm. The Mtshali's are here now!