The throne's keeper.

Chapter 41 - Gift.

Khwezikazi.

"I hope I am not too late , i had to finish up the divorce proceedings for a client last minute."
I apologize as soon as I walk into the living room and I raises his eyes up at me as soon  as he hears my voice.

"It's okay, you don't have to worry about it."

He assures and I walk towards him and I take a seat next to him on the couch.

He pulls me closer to him and he gently cups my face and he kisses me... like really really kisses me and it feels so good with that familiar taste of whisky on his lips and I release a moan when he pulls back and he gives a deep deep stare.

"How was your day ?"
He asks and I sigh.

"My day was hectic and a bit stress full, because I promised my client that I'd deliver within seventy two hours and I've been trying by all means to meet this dead line..."

"And were you able to pull through?"

"Yeah I was , I just have to deliver tomorrow and serve the soon to be ex wife her own half of the documents."

I tell and he nods his head and I sigh again.

"And don't you dare think of divorcing me too..."
I add and he gives me a small smile and he places a chaste kiss on my cheek and I smile at him too before he goes back to this worried daunting look that he's had on his face ever since I walked in here.

I squeeze his hand inside of mine and I stare into his eyes again.

"What's going on ?"
I ask and hoping that he won't say that there is something that's actually wrong.
He sighs and he squeezes my hand as well, confirming my fear.

"There's something that I've been meaning to tell you."

"Is it this really really bad thing that I said we'd work through should it happen ?"

"Yeah..."
He confirms and I sigh. He squeezes my hand again.

"Okay now I am really scared."

"I know, but we can work through this, together."
He replies.

"I know..."
I tell him and he looks down at our hands.

"I have son."
He blurts and my body instinctively shifts into a pause position and I just stare at him, dumbfounded.

Okay Khwezi he's just said that he has a son.

"Okay... okay... how- how old is he ?"
I stutter.

"He's two months."

"Have you met him ?"

"I have."
He answers honestly and I give him a little nod.

"So How long have you known about him ?"

"Three days now..."
He says and I go quiet again while our hands remain bound together.

"And his mother ? Who is she ?"

"My co-worker."

"So this happened after we got back from our honeymoon?"

"Yes..."

"How many times did it happen ?"

I ask and now he sighs and he looks away from almost as if this memory physically pains him to relive but I need answers... honest answers.

"I am not sure..."

"So you don't know how many times you both went ?"

"I didn't count, I just know that it happened more than twice."
He says and I let go of his hands and I brush my  thighs.