The Colonial Heart ✓ (Editing)

Chapter 19

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Yaa fidgeted with her hands, her eyes darting around the room. "Well..." she began, her voice barely above a whisper. I sensed her hesitation and my anxiety grew.

"Yaa, just tell me!" I urged, trying to keep my impatience in check.

She took a deep breath before continuing.

"I've been seeing a British man," she said, her voice laced with a mix of excitement and nervousness.

My mind raced, wondering if it was William, but Yaa's next words alleviated my concerns.

"He's got beautiful blonde hair and piercing green eyes," she said, a dreamy look on her face.

"We met by chance at the river, and he struck up a conversation. We talked about books and poetry...I was surprised by how much we had in common."

She smiled, a faraway look in her eyes. "We met daily, exploring the town and sharing stories. Our friendship grew, and I found myself falling for him."

She paused, collecting her thoughts. "One day, he invited me to his house for tea. He showed me his library, and we talked for hours. One thing led to another..."

Her eyes fluttered closed, and I sensed a hint of embarrassment.

I raised an eyebrow. "One thing led to another?" I repeated, trying to keep my tone light.

Yaa giggled. "We...ah...we gave in to our feelings." She opened her eyes, and I saw a flicker of fear.

"And?" I prompted, my heart racing with anticipation.

"I've been feeling unwell, and the doctor confirmed I'm pregnant...with a multiple!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling.

I gasped, my mind reeling from the news. "Does he know?" I asked, trying to process this new information.

Yaa's gaze dropped, and she shook her head. "No...I'm scared to tell him."

I enveloped her in a warm hug. "You must tell him, Yaa. If he loves you, he'll want to be part of this journey."

Yaa pulled away, her eyes shining with tears. "What if he doesn't want children?"

I smiled reassuringly. "If he loves you as much as he claims, he'll want these children."

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment before Yaa asked, "Now, tell me about your mischievous deeds."

I sighed, recounting my tale of heartbreak and mistaken assumptions. Yaa listened intently, giggling at my misadventures.

"You assumed the lady was his wife!" she teased, her eyes sparkling.

I rolled my eyes. "She was stunning, Yaa.you cannot blame me for doing so."

Yaa's expression turned thoughtful. "Perhaps you should ask him about his intentions. If he truly cares for you, he'll make things right."

I frowned, hesitant to reveal my vulnerability.

"I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he's affected me, it will only boost his ego."

Yaa smacked my arm playfully. "If he loves you, he'll see his mistakes and make amends."

As we sat in silence, I pondered Yaa's words. "It's ironic, isn't it?" I said, breaking the silence. "We both fell for men above our station, with their fine clothes and elegant manners."

Yaa turned to me, a soft smile on her face. "If they truly love us, they'll bridge that gap."

I nodded, feeling a sense of hope and solidarity with my friend.

As we sat in silence, I couldn't help but think about Yaa's situation. Pregnant with twins, and unsure if the father would accept her or the babies. I knew I had to be strong for her, but my own heartache and doubts began to resurface.

"Yaa, what are you going to do?" I asked finally, breaking the silence.

Yaa took a deep breath before answering. "I don't know. Part of me wants to tell him, to see if he'll stand by me. But another part is terrified of rejection."

I nodded understandingly. "You need to do what's best for you and the babies. If he can't accept you for who you are, then maybe he's not worth your time."

Yaa nodded, a determined look on her face. "You're right. I need to be strong for myself and my children."

As we sat amidst the whispers of our doubts, I posed the question.

"When he accepts, will you two wed?" Yaa's gaze drifted towards the ceiling, as if seeking solace in the heavens.

"I don't know,"she murmured, her hands weaving a tale of clashing cultures.

"My parents desire a union with someone from our tribe, or perhaps a neighboring clan, but never a foreigner."

The echoes of our own star-crossed love resonated within me, and I couldn't help but think of William.

"Everything seems so...so.. above us,"

I sighed, the weight of our circumstances settling upon us like a shroud. Yaa's fingers danced through her curls, a gentle breeze rustling the tendrils.

"Indeed,"

she whispered, her voice a soft lament. "I wish we could flee from it all, escape the tangled web of our lives."

"But alas, dear friend," Yaa continued, her eyes gleaming with a wisdom beyond her years,

"running will not salvation bring. Our problems will haunt us, no matter the direction we take. We must face them, or risk being forever lost in their shadow."

In the silence that followed, our thoughts entwined like the branches of ancient trees, our hearts heavy with the knowledge that our paths were fraught with uncertainty. And yet, in the midst of turmoil, a spark of defiance flared to life.

"If those two British men prove to be scumbags," Yaa declared, a mischievous glint in her eye,

"we shall poison them, and their wives, with a smile." I laughed, the sound a gentle rebellion against the fate that seemed determined to entwine us.

"That my dear friend,will we most certainly do."

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