Forbidden Treasure ✓

42.) Might be.

Onalerona's POV

My head is spinning with all these thoughts. I can't believe my stepmother just said I'm pregnant. That's one thing i refuse to believe, there is no ways i can get myself in such a mess when i know that my life isn't sorted out yet. Would i really be that reckless and bring a baby to this world?

And its too soon because I'm still recovering from the loss of my first baby. I've only started healing now because of therapy but it doesn't mean I'm ready to welcome a new child. How will Nkosikhona feel if it turns out I am pregnant? We haven't discussed the issue of kids and now I might be bringing one to the world.

No, it can't be. I still stand my ground and say i am not pregnant. I will go to the doctor to confirm when i go back. I do my face routine and go to my bedroom but first i make sure all doors are locked. I get inside and close the door and sigh. My phone rings and I walk towards the night stand and look at the caller ID and its Nkosikhona.

"Unjani sthandwa sami?" asks Nkosikhona. (how are you my love?) "Ke siame mme wena." I answer. (i am okay and you.) "Ngiyaphila. Melunjani usuku lwakho?" (I'm good. How was your day?) I open the blankets and get inside. "It was okay i arrived safely. How was your day?"

I don't want to tell him i vomitted because i don't want him to stress. I'll tell him everything once we are together and I have confirmed with the doctor that I'm pregnant or maybe its another sickness. "It was okay. I was just bored i really miss you." he says and i chuckle. "I miss you too but don't worry next week we together." I say.

"And during the week when we at the club." he says and I hum. "Don't worry the weekend is almost over and I'll be in your arms again." I say. "I like the sound of that but what sounds even better is having you under me." I giggle. "Nope we are keeping it professional at the club don't think i am giving you privilege this week."

He chuckles. "Sthandwa sami i didn't see you this weekend so you have to compensate for this somehow." he says and i roll my eyes. (my love.) "I am not compensating you just need to stop being a nymphomaniac." I say and he laughs causing me to laugh. He has that deep, manly laugh that makes you laugh along too.

"I don't know why you acting as if you don't ask me for more. We just go at it until we pass out." he says. That's true i can have stamina for days but i know if i say that out loud I'll never hear the end of it. "Nope i still say you a nymphomaniac." I say and he chuckles. "Yeah nympho part two." "Mxm." we laugh.

We talk for another two hours before we cut the call so i can sleep. I almost told him about my stepmother's suspicion but i had to keep it in. This isn't something you discuss over a call it needs a face to face. Anyways let me sleep cause I'm really tired.

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I take out the plates from the cupboard and walk to the dining room and set up. "Ke akanya gore o tshwanetse go ja sereledi ka gonne seno se ka dira gore o hutse." says my stepmother. (I think you should eat porridge because this might make you vomit.) "No." I say and she sighs.

"Ga go na bothata ke tla go direla mmidi. Ga ke akanye gore boimana jwa gago bo batla dijo tse di mafura." she says and I sigh. (its fine I'll make the porridge for you. I don't think your pregnancy wants greasy food.) There she goes with her pregnancy story, isn't it a bit too early for such. "Ga ke batle borotho ke batla seesimane." I say and she chuckles.