The Mysterious Prince

40. Baby's first photoshoot

40.

𝕬𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝕯𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎

It's been a week since I've been here. My baby's nursery is all decorated, and he's been sleeping peacefully. Simthandile promised to come today to meet the baby while Jay said he'll come next week. I've made the official social media announcement that I'm a mom, and it's what people have been talking about. I haven't shown my baby's face as promised. I just posted pictures of his small fingers and feet along with the nursery pictures.

The house has been lonely with it being just the two of us, and I swear next week I'm going to divorce Qhawe. His mother and little sister don't know where he is. He is ghosting me.

I hear a knock at the door, and I yell, "Come in," to whoever it is. The door opens, and Simthandile walks in followed by her little sister Simlindile.

"Hey, Mommy!" They both give me hugs before handing me the gift bags which I place on the table.

"How have you been?" Simthandile asks while brushing my hair with her hand.

"I'm good. Being a new mom is tiring." I sigh.

"Where's your mother or your baby daddy? I can't believe I've never even met him, yet you already have a baby." She chuckles.

"He's not around."

"Isn't he supposed to be here helping you?" She's frowning.

"Do you want to see the baby?" I change the topic.

"Yes, please. Babies are so adorable. I might just get a baby fever." Simlindile says cooing. She's in WITS this year. I'm happy for her because she deserved it.

"Baby fever at twenty years? Focus on school, Simi." Her sister scolds her. They both follow me to the nursery to meet the baby. We all get surprised when we find Qwawe holding the baby. How did he get in?

"Hi, I'm Simthandile. Adelaide's best friend." My friend introduces herself while I'm standing at the door angry.

"Nice to meet you." He doesn't even glance at her. All he's focusing on is the baby in his arms while he's lying on his chest.

I walk closer to him and take the baby from him while I give him to Simthandile and drag Qwawe out of the nursery to my bedroom and shut the door.

"What are you doing here?" I fold my arms and stare at him.

"I came to see my child. Why did you leave him with strangers?"

"Wow, he remembered he has a child. I'm pretty sure Azibo doesn't even recognize you. That's how long you've been gone, and you have no right to talk about strangers. That's what happens when you leave your child." I'm yelling because I'm angry. I get that I was wrong not to tell him that I'd be going to my parents' house till the baby was three months old but I rectified my mistake but he kept punishing me. For what?

"I'm sorry."

"Where were you?"

"I went to see Aiden."

"You were in Italy?" He nods. I hate this man.

"Now that I'm back, I promise to be a hands full dad. Let me go see my son." I move away from the door so that he can walk out.

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"Thank you for coming." I give both Simthandile and Simlindile hugs as they leave.

"Your baby is so adorable," Simlindile says and walks out of the door. I remain standing with Simthandile, who's looking at me with pitiful eyes. I know what she's going to say.

"Is everything okay between you and Qwawe?"

"Everything is fine. We were just having a couple's fight." I assure her. I'm not divorcing Qwawe or anything, in fact I'm glad he's finally home because I missed him, and I kind of felt abandoned.

"Okay, you know you can tell me anything, right? Whether you're having depression or anything. I'll be glad to come and babysit for you." She smiles.

"I'll remember that, and when's the graduation date? I want to attend."

"Finally, your money will rest. You're a mother now, and every cent counts." Why is she speaking like that?

"Girl? You know that I never had a problem paying for your tuition fees, right? I'll still do it again and again." She hugs me again.

"I'll always be grateful to you, Adelaide. Nobody has ever done anything like that for me, and I'll never forget you in my entire life." She finally let go looking teary.

"Aww, my crybaby. Now, when's the graduation?" She chuckles.

"It's in May. I'll text you the details."

"Junior and I will be there to cheer for you."

"I'll appreciate that. Thank you." She blows me a kiss before she leaves. Soon, I hear another knock at the door thinking it's them but. I'm surprised to see a man holding a camera bag followed by others.

"Hi...can I help you?" Maybe they are at the wrong house. Who opened the gate for them anyway?

"We were called by Mr Elephant for the baby's photoshoot." Photoshoot? Qwawe didn't mention anything.

"Uhm...come in." They all walk in with their equipment and ask where they can set up their things. I show them the lounge, and they start to move things. One of them offers to do my makeup, but I have to take a bath first, so I walk upstairs. I bump into Qwawe on the stairs, and I pull him.

"Why didn't you tell me about the photoshoot?"

"I was still going to. I want us to take professional photos of our baby's first days on Earth." That's thoughtful. I smile because I like the idea as well.

"That's great. My inbox is buzzing with messages because people don't believe I have a baby."

"Well, they can wonder, but we have a baby, and that's all that matters. Let me go supervise the people before anything goes wrong."

"If they break my furniture, you're paying Mr Future King." He laughs a bit.

"You always say the worst things." He walks downstairs, and I move to my bedroom to take a bath.

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Junior has been a little gentleman throughout the photoshoot. He didn't cry. He just slept through most of it. I think it's time to admit that my baby is not a cryer. I'll definitely enjoy being his mom.

The pictures are amazing, and they have given us an album written 'Baby's first photoshoot'. Some of the pictures have been sent to Qwawe's phone. I'm now breastfeeding the baby before I put him to sleep. He's awake, and by eating his small fingers, I know that he's hungry. I'm learning new things with my baby every day, and being a hands-on mom is amazing because there's nothing you're going to miss about your baby.

"Guess what?" Qhawe says, walking into the nursery. I hired a person to design this, and now that I have Azibo's pictures, then I'll frame at least one picture of his that I love the most and put it on this wall.

"What?"

"I posted a picture of Azibo on my Instagram account." Since when is he a social media person, and we agreed on keeping him private?

"Let me see." He hands me his phone, and it's just a picture of the baby on his chest. It was one of the pictures taken, and it's not showing his face, but it's adorable.

"This is cute, babe. Where's my phone?" I need to comment." I'm a social media babe, and I love every moment of it. I hand him his phone as he takes the baby and searches for mine. It's on the small bed that Azibo won't use until he's at least three years old. It's just for decoration for now.

I see that Petal has commented on the picture saying she doesn't believe that Qwawe has a baby, but the mature version of me doesn't even react to her comment. I leave a comment that says, 'My small family'. Now, social media people will learn that we have a baby.

NB: The novel is ending soon.