The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 45

SASA'S POV_

It's been a very long day. I'd spent all of it doing my assignment, pouring all my energy into it. I had a bit to eat at least since Petu had come to visit. All my friends were trying and I too was, to be honest but I couldn't just forget. Petu had just left now. Amahle went with Nothando to her room. I'd asked for a bit of space. I wanted to clear my space and pray then sleep. I lit up a white candle, kneeling before it.

Me: "Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders. Let me walk upon the waters. Wherever you would call me. Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander. And my faith would be made stronger. In the presence of my saviour." I closed my eyes, singing. I opened my palms in a receiving motion. "Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders. Let me walk upon the waters. Wherever you would call me." A crackling of thunder hit the sky. My heart felt so heavy at this moment but I had to keep going. "Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander. And my faith would be made stronger. In the presence of my saviour." A tear rolled down my face, falling to the ground. "Please help heal my heart. Show me any guidance, path. I know you're somewhere out there. I know you can hear my heart bleeding. What am I supposed to do? Lift me to where the spirits are so they can show me where to go." My hands were shaking and I was freezing. The candle switched off. I opened my eyes looking around. No one was in the room but the cold was frightening. I got in my bed, under my blankets, closing my eyes. I can't believe I can't even pray properly. The rain poured outside hushing me to sleep.

I opened my eyes, waking up to a warmth I didn't expect. I stretched my body and tried getting out of bed but I struggled. It was dark in the room and my eyes starting to adjust to the darkness. I touched my belly. It was hard and swollen.

Me: "Amahle." I looked around. Where was I? This was not my room. I got up, looking at my stomach again. "AMAHLE!!" Why was it big? The door opened. I looked around the room, this was definitely not my room. Nkosi walked in.

Nkosi: "Love. What's wrong?"

Me: "Nkosi? Why are you... Where am I?" His face softened into a smile.

Nkosi: "Pregnancy brain has got you once again." He kissed my lips then my belly. "I told you I'd get us away from that place. We're free."

Me: "I'm pregnant? We haven't..."

Nkosi: "Come, get in bed. I'll warm up some milk and rub your feet." I got in bed again. He walked out the room. What the hell was going on? I touched my belly again. Pregnant? How did this happen? He walked back in with milk, giving it to me.

Me: "We escaped Mountain Peak?"

Nkosi: "Yes. The only thing important now is our family." He held my stomach. "We're having a son."

Me: "Sizwengaye." He laughed.

Nkosi: "The spoilt one. I can imagine him knowing ukuthi Sizwengaye vele. He's the reason, we had to get out of there. He deserves normalcy. A life. What's wrong love?"

Me: "Nothing baby."

Nkosi: "Baby? You usually call me Baba. The baby is in your stomach Nonkosi, I'm grown." I chuckled. "I promise I'll protect you with all I have. I love you so much. I am nothing without you My Queen." He kissed my belly. "And of course my Prince." ...

Life had become easier. I woke up to breakfast every morning. Foot rubs after eating and a short walk were a routine. We walked back to the house.

Me: "I'm almost close to birth."

Nkosi: "Yes my love. Less than a month away. There's a midwife who has agreed to help us."

Me: "How long have we been here?"