The Mysterious Prince

42. Everything comes to an end

42.

𝕬𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖉𝖊 𝕯𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖎

Here I am, in a courtroom and getting ready to post bail for my husband after he was caught smuggling drugs. He claims they are not his and the way I'm so pissed? I just want the bail to be posted so that we can both go home for our son's fourth birthday. He'll definitely not celebrate without his father there.

As I put forth his case, I silently pray that his bail gets granted and it seems that God heard me because it actually gets granted with 70k to post bail and the condition that he doesn't leave the country.

After all the necessary paperwork is done, we finally walk to my car, and I start driving out of the court house.

"Listen—" I give him a glare that says 'don't dare'. I don't wanna hear anything coming from his mouth. Especially when I'm late for my son's birthday. He's going to feel so bad and not cut the cake until we get there like he did last year. He's such a little drama king, and everyone says he took after me, not in looks but also in personality. I honestly think he just took my light skin, but he actually looks like his father, especially his eyes, which are between grey and green. When he was young, they were black with specks of greenish, but as he grew, they mysteriously transformed into a color even I can't explain.

"I'm sorry." Qwawe says as I park the car in front of our house. I don't even glance at him, but I make sure to wipe off the annoyed look on my face when I see the kids running to us.

"Mommy!" The little prince stands in front of me looking angry. His cheeks are so adorable, but now he thinks he's too old for kisses.

"Why are you angry?" I kneel down in front of him.

"He didn't want to cut the cake without you." One of the Bella twins says. They are six years now and more identical than before. It's so hard to tell them off apart, and honestly, I've tried.

"Is that so? Mommy is here now. I went to fetch Daddy, okay?" I pull him for a hug and tickle him in the process. It's so easy to make kids happy. I wish my life was like this.

We all walk inside the loud house, followed by Qwawe, who's carrying Junior in his arms while the other twin narrates to me about what I've missed while I was gone. All the aunts are here, and Jess and Milly actually came a week ago,  along with their parents and my parents with Christopher. The parents  have been bonding. My sisters are the one who actually landed yesterday but booked into a hotel, and they only came here today.

"Hey, sis!" Christian yells next to me while he's chasing after his son. It was discovered that Simthandile's baby was his, and they both knew it but decided to hide the truth from us until the baby was born. They may not be together but they are coparenting very well.

The house has been transformed into a Spiderman's house because that's the theme Junior wanted. Apparently, next year, he wants a Lionel Messi theme party.

Qwawe walks upstairs with his son while I head to greet my sisters, who came with their partners. The party was, of course, planned by the paternal grandparents who contributed everything.

"Hey!" I hug Asante as well as Nkosinathi. I've warned up to him now because he's been treating my sister like a queen. She's even pregnant again and has gained so much weight.

"One day you won't fit on that door." I tell her, and we both laugh. She's not someone to be offended.

"I know, right?"

"Were you working?" Nkosinathi points to my outfit. I'm wearing formal black clothes with a white shirt.

"Yeah, I was. How's iNath?" iNath is his digital marketing company, and it has been growing immensely with him receiving awards and being on Forbes' front cover of their magazines. Their lives are flourishing, and I'm so here for it.