Chapter 20

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Zac and Fatima woke up in 2 different moods, Zac was happy as hell but Fatima was a bit offf. She rushed to the bathroom and locked the door leaving Zac confused.
She looked herself in the mirror for what felt like eternity looking at her scar to her it looked like it was getting bigger and also looking at her breast that felt fuller.

Zac: Open the door baby.

Fatima didn't hear him as he was deep in thoughts.

Zac: Fatima, I'm gonna break this door down (He heard the key turn) what's wrong?

Fatima: Nothing. I need a drink.

Zac: It's 08:00am, it's way too early for that.

Fatima: Are you my father now? Move out my way.

Fatima went downstairs to the bar and took a bottle of Hennessy and went to the kitchen to use the cabbage leaves method that Kathy suggested.

Zac: What the hell are you doing now? (Seeing Fatima put the cabbage leaves in her bra)

Fatima: An experiment. (She took a shot) You know Zac, sometimes I wonder if I was supposed to be a mom.

Zac: Of course. God wouldn't give you babies if you were not meant to be a mom.

Fatima: But my last pregnancy -

Zac: You didn't know.

Fatima: I want to have a baby. (She honestly spoke)

Zac: Then let's have a baby but not now. Babe you are still healing and I don't want you to rush your healing.

Fatima: I'm healed.

Zac: Okay. Then it'll happen in time.

Fatima: I guess. She's still sleeping? Did you see her TikTok video?

Zac: Yes, she's good. I think I have figured out my retirement plan.

Fatima: Thinking about retirement at this age?

Zac: Naila is going to make us rich, we have soccer, gymnastics, golf and now dancing.

Fatima: She's a mini me.

Zac: I'm sorry but you have no fibre of sports in you.

Fatima: But I'm rich, like filthy rich at that.

Zac: (he laughed) You got jokes, do you know what filthy rich people do or where they live? The schools they take their kids to?

Fatima: I can do that, I'm just trying to accommodate you so that you don't feel less of a man.

Zac: Another joke. Fatima, you ain't rich, you're comfortable and don't tell me about your dad because he's also not rich, he's very comfortable.

Fatima: My dad is not rich, but I am. You clearly don't know who your wife is.

Zac: I do.

Fatima: I hope so.

Zac: What's wrong?

Fatima: I'm going to see a therapist later today. I thought I was fine but I'm not, I have been doing something lately and it's shown me that I need help.

Zac: What have you been doing?

Fatima: Since we got back from the hospital, I have been drinking lactation tea, it helps with producing breast milk.

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