Zamageda his heart

chapter 31

Zipho's voice echoes from the door, jolting me awake from my nap. "Vuka, baby, Lihle is here!" His enthusiasm is infectious, but I can't help feeling frustrated at the sudden interruption. I hate unnecessary noise. "ufunani?" I ask, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes. " you," he replies with a mischievous grin, moving closer to the bed. "Tell her to come up," I plead, knowing he'll refuse. He's protective of our bedroom space, and I respect that. "Uyagula kanti," he teases, pecking my forehead before walking out.I drag myself downstairs to find him, Lihle, and Graig chatting and laughing. "Hey, Graig," I greet, exchanging pleasantries.

Lihle swoops in, handing me a garment bag and shopping tote. "Your reservation is at six; get ready!" "Thanks, chomi," I hug her tightly. "I was still going to stress about finding a dress that fits." "Pregnancy brain makes you slow," she teases, and I can't deny it. With her help, I rush through my hygiene routine. She expertly handles my makeup, and I slip into the stunning long, flowy red dress with a high slit. The dress doesn't hug my curves, but the slit adds a touch of sexy.Feeling chilly, I drape a coat over my shoulders and pair it with black strap heels and a sleek purse. I tuck the gift inside, grateful for Lihle's thoughtfulness.

"I'll go tell him you're ready," Lihle says, exiting the room. As I gaze into the mirror, I admire my reflection. Pregnancy has its perks – my curves are more pronounced, and my "pregnancy boobs" are truly captivating. As I take one last glance in the mirror, Lihle returns, beaming with excitement. "You look stunning, chomi!" she exclaims."Thanks to you," I reply, smiling.Zipho enters the room, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. His expression changes from casual to captivated. "Wow, you're breathtaking," he says, offering his arm. I take it, feeling like a princess. "Let's go," I say, tucking my purse under my arm.

We bid farewell to Graig and Lihle, who promise to take good care of my girls. He helps me into the car, and we head off into the evening. The drive is filled with laughter and conversation. We discuss everything from our baby's future to our favourite memories. His hand rests on mine, his thumb tracing gentle circles.We arrive at the restaurant, and he leads me to our table by the window. The view of the city skyline is stunning. "Good evening, I'm Samantha, and I'll be at your service tonight," the coloured waitress greets, her gaze fixed on my exposed chest.

Lust sparks in her eyes, tempting me to invite her to our bedroom. But Zipho's gaze breaks the spell.  "Hi, Sam," I greet, my voice laced with unintended lust, startling us both. "I'll have a virgin strawberry daiquiri," I add, attempting to compose myself. Samantha's smile falters for a moment before she recovers. "Right away, ma'am." Her eyes linger on me, and I sense Zipho's gaze on me, too. "Mbulazi, what will you have?" I ask, turning to him. "Double shot of Select, neat," he orders, his voice stern. Samantha nods, taking our order. "I'll bring your drinks shortly." his gaze remains on me, his expression unreadable. "Enjoying the view?" he asks, his tone biting. My cheeks flush. "Just being friendly," I reply, trying to downplay.He raises an eyebrow. "Friendly?"I clear my throat. "Yeah, just being polite." his gaze lingers, his expression a mix of amusement and annoyance.

But I'm distracted by Samantha's allure. "We'll order food when you bring our drinks," he adds. As she walks away, my eyes follow her petite frame. "Are you done stripping her naked?" he asks, his tone biting. I clear my throat, feeling a flush rise. "You look amazing, did you cut your hair?" I attempt to divert attention. He clicks his tongue, focusing on the menu. I've clearly ruined his night. "So, how was your day?" I ask again. He looks at me, and I shy away. "Ngibuke nami njengoba kade ubuka untombazane lo," he says, motioning to where Samantha stood. Tears prick at my eyes. "Fuck these hormones," I mutter. "I'm sorry, baby" I apologise.