The Royals: A Kings Heart

Chapter 126

SASA POV _

Sunday morning, I woke up next to Nkosi. I'd suggested we come back to the palace because it would seem very sketchy that now they're having problems and we're running away. I didn't even know what to do so we'd fetched some of our things from our house and moved into the palace once more. It was so tense. Queen Nolwazi and Nkwenkwezi didn't come to dinner last night. Nhlanhla came alone and sat quietly throughout. That's a first. She always has something to say. The conversation wasn't entirely dead though, the king was chatting to Nkosi and Amahle mostly. Queen Nobantu, as usual, very quiet and reserved. So maybe that's where Nkosi gets that quality. She too didn't like talking. I sat up in bed and stretched. Glacivory climbed up the bed coming in for a cuddle.

Me: "Morning sweety." I mimed. I had another task to do before Nkosi woke up. I got out of bed, she followed me to the bathroom. I'd managed to get pregnancy tests. I opened one and read the instructions. So I pee on the strip part. Okay, easy. I sat on the toilet and did it. Then waited. I busied myself, brushing my teeth and washing my face. Surely it was done processing now? My hands were shaking, I was suddenly nervous. Maybe I should wake him up? He must check it and tell me, I feel like I'm going to faint if I touch that stick. I walked to the bedroom again.

Me: "Babe." I whispered. "Nkosi." He opened his eyes, waking up. "Hello." Is he not going to at least stretch and yawn?

Nkosi: "Hi love. Why are you up so early?" A sudden desire for hot buttery scones tickled my taste buds. Oh my god, with jam. Is that's what's been happening to me? Cravings? Isn't it too early for that? "Baby? What's wrong?" He sat up from bed.

Me: "Nothing. I need you to go to the bathroom and check the stick."

Nkosi: "Stick?" He walked to the bathroom. "There's no stick here baby."

Me: "It's small, next to the toilet."

Nkosi: "A stick?"

Me: "Yes Nkosi, it's right there."

Nkosi: "Babe. There's no stick here."

Me: "I left it there-" I got up and walked to the bathroom. "There it is. The white one."

Nkosi: "This isn't a stick my love."

Me: "What does it say?" He stared at it, turning it around and back.

Nkosi: "Hmm." Is he still sleeping? What's going on?

Me: "Baby? Are you awake?"

Nkosi: "I am, love. Hold on." He looked at the paper then the stick and smiled. "You're having my baby." I stared at him in surprise. He gave me the stick. I stared at the positive sign, shocked out of my brains.

Me: "I'm pregnant?"

Nkosi: "I told you." He kissed my lips.

Me: "Glacivory did you know about this too?" We laughed.

Nkosi: "Probably why she's here." I held my very flat tummy.

Me: "Someone is growing in my belly?"

Nkosi: "And he's the future king." He kissed me again, hugging me. "Do you think I should call Tata?" Nkosi called my father uTata. No clue why. He's stopped saying sir altogether.

Me: "What if he gets upset that we didn't prevent?"

Nkosi: "We can't keep it a secret for long, my love. You'll start showing in a month. Yes you'll be less frequent in the public eye but the nation will be told at 20 weeks. By then your father needs to have been told and hopefully welcoming to the idea."

Me: "Okay. Let's wait. For now, I want it to be just us. Maybe in a few days we can call him." To be honest, I was scared. I may be a married lady but I was still my father's child and of course I'm very embarrassed to tell him we've been having sex. Imagine that? How shameful.