Simamkele's pov:
"How old are you guys?" Mr Sangweni asks "both of you agreed to sleep with each other knowing the consequences and both of you weren't careful enough. Put your personal feelings aside and focus on this baby" he scolds
"Yebo baba" Ndabezinhle says and I nod.
"So what's the way forward?" he asks again looking at us
"I want my child to be a Sangweni" Ndabe says and i look at him
"We're not married"
"I'll pay damages for her/him" he responds
"Where?" he looks at me "I don't have a family" saying that just felt a little sad. The aunts and uncles my children know are those that are not of blood
"This is a problem" his dad says "Sima,you will talk to Ndabe about it and he'll come up with a solution. I didn't get anyone pregnant" he stands up "I'm too old for this stress"
"Let's go,we'll be late" he says taking his car keys. He's annoyed with me. He opens the passenger door for me. We drive to the gynecologist. We are called in after some time of just sitting there
"Good day I am Dr Fernandez,how can I help you today?" the sweet lady says
"She's pregnant and we want to know how far along she is and how healthy the baby is" the Dr nods. She takes me to the other room and of course Ndabe followed us. She makes me lie on the bed with my back. I pull up my top. She puts the cold gel on my stomach and rubs it in with her machine. She rubs it around in circles and with her other hand she types on the keyboard of her computer. I look at Ndabe and he looks excited to say the least. He probably should be because it's his first time. There it is,the 'dum dum' sound of the baby's heartbeat. All I can see is black and white but the Dr can see the body parts. I'm feeling so emotional. The Dr said I'm 17 weeks pregnant,that's just after four months. She wipes the gel off my stomach and gives me a list of prenatal vitamins to buy at the pharmacy.
"How are you feeling?" he asks after starting the car. I shrug my shoulders
"I'm okay" I say
"Can we go to my house?" he asks and I look at him
"Why?"
"I had my last game this past weekend and I'm bored,you're also bored since you're not at work" he says
"Okay"
"What would you like to eat?" he asks looking back at me. So we're just fine now?
"Pizza" I say and look out the window. I'm really upset at how the Sangweni's just feel they can decide on my baby. He opens his phone while driving. I guess he's ordering something to eat. He drives into this luxury estate. This is nothing like what I had imagined. He parks in front of his house,I'm guessing. He takes the plastics of snacks,which he took from his dads pantry,while I just take my bag. We walk towards the house and he unlocks,letting me in first. I take in my surroundings. I'm an interior designer, of course I will scan every piece of furniture and the way it's put together. His house has very interesting colors,grey,white and wooden brown. Everything blends so well together. I follow him to the kitchen. I watch him as he packs the snacks
"The pizza will be here in 10 minutes" he says and I nod sitting on the bar stool that is placed near the kitchen counter "are you upset with me" I nod again "will you tell me why?"
"I guess it runs in the family" I say "doing or saying hurtful things,not apologizing and acting like it never happened"
"Simamkele,about that,I was actually thinking of ways to apologize. I don't know whether you like flowers or chocolates,I don't know anything about you and that's why I'm failing. I wanted my apology to be accompanied by something that will make you feel better. I'm sorry for bringing up Lukhanyo and saying that the baby is his. I know that the baby you are carrying is mine and I'm taking full responsibility for it. If there's anything my mother taught me before she died-" he pauses for a little while "it's to respect other people,especially women. I promise that I will not raise my voice at you or speak to you harshly again. Please forgive me" he says finally looking at me. Never in my whole life had anyone apologized like that before. His mother certainly did a good job. He sounded so genuine and respectful.
"It's okay,you're forgiven. I'm also sorry for blaming you. I just wasn't ready for this and I wanted someone to blame it on. We both should've been more careful" I say and he nods
"Let's hug it out then" he comes closer to me and I open my arms for him. He hugs me like a big teddy bear would. A bell rings making us tear apart from each other. He answers before going outside,to get the pizza he said. He came back with two boxes of pizza. I asked him to pour me mango juice and he did. We ate in the kitchen.
"We were going to have this conversation anyways,sooner or later" I tell him as he tries to avoid the conversation at hand "what are we doing?"
"I know how I feel about you,everything is in your hands now"
"That's not the point"
"It is Sima,I like you and I'm willing to be in a relationship with you,we'll figure out our imperfections together" he says and I sigh
"Ndabe I like you too but I don't think it's wise for us to get into a relationship right now"
"So basically you're saying you don't like me?"
"That's not what I'm saying Ndabe,I'm just feeling insecure about myself right now" I tell him,that's not the only reason.
"You're just making excuses,I'll be here to help you nje Sima" he says wiping his hands
"What are you looking for in a relationship then?" I ask him
"Well obviously you kiss me every five minutes" he says making me giggle "you don't entertain other men,you are loyal and don't cheat,we go on dates,we cuddle all night, we make sure we listen to each other and our main goal is making each other happy" he says "that's not even all of it,those are just the basics"
"Okay"
"Okay what?" he asks looking at me. I smile at him
"I'll kiss you every five minutes" I say. He picks me up and spins me around making me laugh "you're making me dizzy man Ndabe" he stops and puts me on my feet. He takes my lips into his. He kisses me softly and slowly. This man persuaded me into being in a relationship with him. Just when I thought I had seen it all.
"I think I can get used to this" he says putting his hands on my little bump. I really hope this relationship lasts. I really like Ndabe and I wonder where we'll end up.
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Cursed To Be A Stepdaughter
General FictionSima's life feels like a curse just because she is the stepdaughter. She is the black sheep of the family but will her life ever change for the good? Take a look to see BOOK 2. A sequel to uThandolwami.