Noma and Kea

CHAPTER 60

Its been a week since the discussion about Qumbu, and we haven’t heard anything from Thobile. Mandla agreed to go after, Lucas talked to him. I don’t know what he said to him, but given Lucas has always been the one who was close to him. We finally moved back to our room upstairs, yep the glass room. Our house is a mixture of a Contemporary and old Aesthetic mansion. Half our roof is literally glass, which is nice during A starry night, but when its Raining, NOPE. You’d think the Lightning is about to hit you, mara Kea sleeps on like nothing is wrong. Today we are leaving for Qumbu, and its not like the first time we went there, this time, we are meeting at our house, I’m walking around in our bedroom, yes Kea packed my bag again. I can pack my own bag even though I don’t like doing it. OHHHH That’s why he does it. I’m walking around, where is it, WHERE IS IT? Its always on my wrist where is it. He stands behind me. WHAT THE FUCK, I didn’t hear him come in.
“What are you looking for?” he asks walking around me. Why can’t I hear him walking?
“I’m looking for my Bracelet, the one you gave me for our anniversary” I say. He always has his on, no matter the attire its always on his wrist.
Even now, he has his on, he’s smiling, “Kea I’m sorry I didn’t mean to lose it” I say.
“Don’t worry, I removed it off your wrist while you were asleep” he says smiling.
“Why?” I ask.
“I wanted to give you this” he says going into our closet and opening the safe.
He hands me a box, “What’s this?” I ask.
“Oh a little reminder, that you are the best wife and Mother” he says smiling.

I open it, it’s another Bracelet, its has his name and Qhawe and Mogale’s names. Nchooo.
This man mara, “So where’s my old one?”
“Its in the safe” he says. this one has Diamonds as well. I look at him smiling, “Where are the boys?”
“In their cribs” he smiles at me. I smile and he kisses my cheek, then my neck, he has his hands caressing me, he leads me towards the bed.
“Kolobe, our kids are waiting for me” he looks at me.
“MaKhoza, those boys are still fine” he says.
I smile, “You already tryna get me get pregnant?” He smirks nodding, I laugh, he kisses me again. I look up at the sky, he takes off my blouse and he looks at me the same way he did the first time, when had sex.
I blush, I take off my bra, “Boobies” he giggles. I laugh. He starts kissing my stomach, and unbuttons my trouser. He takes off his shirt, he’s gotten more cut. I never noticed his broad shoulders in our 2 years together. He has his head in between my legs, I’m moaning. My mind is racing, he’s on top of me. The sunlight dancing on his skin makes him more beautiful than what he is. He’s groaning, I have to be leaving marks on his back the way, I’m clawing him. I hear a faint cry from the monitor on the bedside table.
“Kolobe…” I whisper, placing my hand over his. He freezes for a moment, listening. Another cry, and this time, it’s louder. The boys. He sighs deeply, a mix of frustration and love, and pulls back, resting his forehead against mine.
“They have the worst timing,” he murmurs with a chuckle.

I laugh softly, pushing his hands off gently, “They take after their father, always knowing how to interrupt at the perfect moment,” I tease, slipping out of bed and putting on my clothes, he stays on the bed, propped on his elbow.
“Get dressed, your brothers will be here any moment” I say leaving our room. I walk downstairs and get into their nursery. As I enter their nursery, the first thing I notice is how peaceful it is. Their cribs are perfectly arranged next to the window, and soft sunlight filters in, bathing the room in a gentle glow. Qhawe and Mogale are awake, both kicking their legs with excitement when they see me. I lean over and pick up Qhawe first, his little fingers wrapping around mine. “My boy,” I whisper, kissing his forehead. Mogale gurgles as if asking for attention, and I reach for him, balancing both boys in my arms.
“They’re going to be tall, just like their father,” I say softly to myself, thinking about how fast they’re growing. I sit down in the rocking chair, feeding them one by one while humming a lullaby. He leans at the door, wearing slacks and loafers. Qhawe looks at the door and smiles, he’s definitely a Daddy’s boy. He doesn’t stop feeding though; Kea just stands there smiling. I smile at him.