IT GETS BETTER WITH TIME. <NOT EDITED>

Chapter Fourty Nine-confrontation

There is absolutely nothing that I hate more like mornings, espeically when you're pregnant and you feel the burning undesirable edge to always vomit.

This by far is the intense pregnancy I have to deal with and I constantly remind myself that this is the last pregnancy I have to go through and deal with.

Nathi has no say in this because for the love of God, he has enough children already, what more would he literally need?

Gradual as ever, I let my eyes flutter open, welcoming the bright light that beams through the bedroom. My blurry stare attracts on nonetheless Nathi's sleepy gorgeous face. His lips are slighty parted meaning he's deep into his sleep.

That so unlike him.

This sight is heatdly heart warming and a smile reaches my face when I realize his arm is hovering over the baby bump so gently with determined protection.

My fingertips gracefully traces his jawline, brushing his full grown beard in a teasingly manner and for some weird reason, he seems to be loving my touch hence I notice a light smile plastered on his lips.

I giggle softly and lean in closer to him to linger slow watering wet kisses all over his face. He leans into my kisses and his fingertips effortlessly trail down to level on my upper thigh and he smoothly brushes, making me have intense butterflies my body can't even handle.
 
The edge to vomit harshly creeps in and that makes me react quick and I hurriedly sit up on my buttocks, ready to hobble into the bathroom but this man here doesn't receive the message and he holds me down tightly.

"Why did you stop?" he mutters with his husky sleeply voice while he grizzles into the soft pillow with his eyes still shut.

If I wasn't in a hurry, I'd be appreciating this greek God who's acting like a boy.
But stupid hormones had to ruin our moment.

"I can keep still if you're willing to be the trash can, where you'll consume my vomit...."

I don't finish my words because with no hesitation, he pushes me out of the blankets and soon enough I'm kneeling on the bathroom floor, vomitting and gagging.

God, how many months will I have to go through this immensely obnoxious thing?

I stagger back into the bedroom and this time around, Nathi seats on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on both his tighs.

"Feeling better?" he questions worriedly.

"Not really but I'll be good," I sit next to him.

"I'll have to ask Ms Jonson to do something about this vomitting." He sounds more angered yet still maintains his humbleness.

"They'll stop eventually," I shrug.

"No. I'm sure there is something to help you with these hormones. I hate seeing you sick everyday, Busisiwe." He breathes, his voice sounding weaker and I know his annoyingly worrided sick.

The vitamins don't seem to have worked their magic anyway.

"I guess no more babies for us," I tease, with complete seriousness.

He chuckles smoothly, deliberately avioding what I've just said. "Hungry?".

I nod and smile.

"Please wear your pants," I suggest when I trail behind him, ready to exit the bedroom.

"It's only us and the kids here today," he reminds me.

As if that will make his appearance even more appropriate.

"Just for once, would you listen to me," I groan.

"Fine," he rolls his eyes.

The audacity of this man. Sometimes I don't completely comprehend the love of walking half naked in the house, knowingly that I can't handle it due to the hunger that burns me unmercifully.