IT GETS BETTER WITH TIME. <NOT EDITED>

Chapter Fifty Five-hormones

I entirely intend to forget how time can initially just pass by like a predator ready for his next prey. The four hour drive to KZN was literally the worst, and what made it worse was the eventful day we had that made my entire body numb and sore.

I don't even remember how many stops we had to take but what I do remember was the image of how irritated Nathi was with me. As if I supposedly made my body feel this way.

He mentally forgets that we're in this situation together and for some weird reason, his behaviour is more likely to expose him since it appears that he's the one with hormones lately. Always moody when he pleases and damn do I like to get on his nerves.

Just in a few hours, we're about to get married until infinity. Though we've alraedy argued a couple of times on our way here. Which was drastically a drain because we both should have been over the moon since the Umebeso went pleasantly and magically wonderful. But I guess the universe decided otherwise.

The buzzing cellphone under my pillow wakes me up from a dreadful sleep I have had. I snatch the phone from under the pillow and answer it without checking the caller name.

My other hand brushes the other side of the bed, hoping I'd feel Nathi's warmth but my senses come back massively, when I brush the empty spot.

Nathi left after tugging me in bed as soon as we arrived at this rental private beach house. How could I forget.

"Busi. Hello?" I hear his voice from the other line and my sleepy eyes slighty flutter open.

It's my flipping wedding day today! Shit

"Are you there?" he questions with his husky morning voice and it's evident that he just woke up.

What time is it?

"Yes," I breathe.

"Did I wake you?"
His voice manages to give me goosebumps and all that has transpired between us is forgotten.

"Yes you did, I hardly slept though," I admit, adjusting myself off of the bed and head to open the curtains and I stand at the balcony.

"Are you nervous about today?" I can make out his grin as he asks this.

"Nervous about marrying the love of my life? Never," I simply utter as I appreciate the morning breeze and the view of the amazing ocean.

The sun has already risen, reason why I appreciate summer so much.

He chuckles mischievously. "That leaves me nervous alone, I guess."
I smile more to myself, the thought of him being nervous sends unbearable shivers down my spine.

"About yesterday," he begins but I cut him short.

"I comprehend, love. Your hormones drive me crazy as well," I mutter.

"Hormones? What are you talking about," I can hear his confusion. And I picture him arching his brows questionably at me.

"You're always moody and irritated by me lately. It's quite clear that you took the hormones for this pregnancy," I laugh lighty.

"I just wanted to apologize, Sthandwa sam. We're in this together and I literally can't wait to marry you."
A little tear voluntary etrupts me

"I'm sorry for the hormones too," he irritatedly snorts.

"Hormones? I didn't know you had hormones, dude," I can hear Siya's voice from the other side.

"Shut the fuck up, Siya," Nathi yells and I giggle lightly to myself.

"I'll see you in three hours time," he whipsers before he hungs up.

Three hours time?
I'm about to make someone's son the most luckiest man.

As soon as I come out from my bubble warm bath, my bedroom is already crowded by my girls and the make-up artists.

"It's about damn time you came out," Khanyi yells, standing up from her chair, making the make-up artist roll her eyes from witnessing Khanyi's drama.

Atleast someone is loudly as ever.

"Good morning to you too," I stagger to my bed.

"You need to get ready, Busi," Bongi comments.

"As if I don't know that," I roll my eyes.

"Are you nervous?" Enhle questions excitedly.

"Not really. I'm actually excited," I blush and trace my fingertips on my dress that's perfectly gathered on the bed.

Sbongi barges through the door, looking very annoyed.
I didn't even notice she wasn't here.

"You see that Ntombi bastard. Please remind me why she's here again?" she huffs and throws her body on her couch and I mimic her actions.

Honestly, I don't give a damn about what she's doing or what she has done. This is my day, so I choose to completely ignore Sbongi and her whining, and I use this moment to distract myself from the girls by thinking about the man who's about to become the husband I've ever wished and dreamed of.