Stories By Miss X

CHAPTER 1
OLIVIA CARTER
Brooklyn is such a beautiful, honest place when it snows. It is like a naked cold bed covered in a thick white sheet made of feathers. It is deadly freezing but soothing too to people who enjoy snowy seasons like me.
The view up here is satisfyingly amazing. These humongous windows are making me see a different perspective of New York. The owner of this restaurant must be extremely proud of themselves because I believe they make a lot of money with customers who come here not only for the food but also for the expensive view of the Brooklyn Bridge. No wonder he chose this restaurant for us to meet.
Whispering among the customers here forces me to turn my head and look back to the entrance where I notice him walking in. He did mention that he would be running a little late from a meeting, so he brought his PA with.
I smile and stand from my table and wait until he gets to me.
“You,” He sternly but serenely declares.
“Alexander,” I say, looking into his dark forest-green eyes. He smiles, but it does not mean anything. He is just being pleasant because he cannot afford to upset me.
I notice a little chunk of white crystals on his shoulder. I sigh and dust it off him before I put my hand on the side of his face.
“Did you have something to eat?” He asks, and I already know that he is asking because he cares.
“Just coffee,” I say.
“Then let us sit down and talk over a meal. I have an hour and thirty minutes before I go back to the office,” He gestures his hand to my seat, and he sits as soon as I have sat down. His PA is sitting at another table, giving us privacy to talk.
I have not seen this man in months. I had to travel a five-hour distance today to meet him and talk to him in person because he would not come to Rochester, where I live as he is a busy man. To be honest, seeing him today has made me seek different intentions from what I came here for.
The waiter comes to our table to take our food order, before Alexander sends him to take his PA’s order.
We talk about everything general until our food finally comes and we eat before we talk about what seriously brought me to the other side of New York.
“You know, it kind of bothers me that I had to travel this far to get a hold of you. You said you would come, yet you never made the time, Alexander Walker,”
“I do not need to tell you how much of a busy man I am now, do I?” I forget how serious he can get, and how deep and cold his tone can be, but I have to be true to myself right now. I am not enough.
“I am starting to doubt your intentions towards me. I feel like you were not taking me seriously these past months. Am I not enough for you? What does she have that you cannot find in me?”
Before he could answer me, his personal assistant gets to our table with a tablet.
“I am sorry to interrupt you, sir, but I have just received the email of the results. They prove that this woman is a complete match for Nichole. She can save her life,”
My heart breaks at the mention of the name. I know that Nichole is the woman who has been keeping Alexander busy in Brooklyn.
Alexander’s eyes turn to me and pierce deeply into mine. His eyes have suddenly gotten even darker and colder. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath to calm himself before he opens them again and calmly asks,
“What do you want?”
His question is not even direct, but I know what he means by it, so I will give him a blunt answer to make my intentions clear to him.
“Everything that I want, I must get,” I say with a smile. He tilts his head and looks at his PA who immediately left our table. He then looked back at me and heaved a deep sigh.
“Just say what you want, Olivia,” He stated, unenthusiastically.
“I want marriage, Alexander. I want you to marry me,” I spit. Instantly, he chokes on his saliva but quickly drinks the water in his glass.
Suddenly, the room feels too hot for him, so he takes off his jacket and sits upright on his chair. Did my words sound too hostile and attacking? I mean, my request cannot be too much, right?
“Do you think that I would marry someone like you?” He asks, so aggressively I swear I felt a pang in my heart.
Someone like me? What does that even mean; that I do not meet his standards? I mean, I am a medicinal doctor, or does that not count because I do not have billions in my account like him? Is it because I come from a poor family and I am paying off my family debts that could take over two years? Is it the clothes I wear?
Seeing that he humbled me, his tone is calmer when he suggests,
“People like you are not easily satisfied, so how about ten million dollars?” He throws it out of his mouth as if it is nothing. That is a lot of money, and I could take it if I could, but I cannot let him treat me the way he sees me. I will be difficult with him.
How dare he!?
“Fifty million? Still not enough?” He sneers. He knows how desperate I am for money, but I cannot let him get into me. I have come so far to be treated like trash. “Gosh, say something!”
I am on the verge of crying, but I cannot show my weakness. It breaks my heart to see a man I have a soft spot for treat me like this. In my eyes, I see a man I can spend the rest of my life laughing with, but in his eyes, I am just someone he woke up the next day and has already forgotten me.
“Eighty million, then. Enough to pay all your debts, feed you and your family for years and pamper yourself. This money should be enough to make you stay away, but only if you can be Nichole’s donor,” Even when I show my indifference, he still persists to throw money at me like I am some cheap skank.
“Marry me!” I raise my voice a little too loud.
He gets on his feet, and I know I just made this tall white man with black hair angry with my stubbornness.
He walks around and abruptly grabs my arm, aggressively pulls me up, and drags me out of the restaurant not caring about everyone in the room. They wouldn’t do anything anyway because they all know who he is; Mr. Alexander Walker. A twenty-nine-year-old handsome billionaire CEO, a panty dropper, and no one would want to dare mess with him.
His grip on my arm is painful and I am trying so hard to resist it, but he is not budging. He pushes me against the wall and stands before me, towering over me.
“You said you would marry me!” I announce.
“There must be a score for lying. When have I ever made a commitment to a woman like you?” When he said this, he deadly looked into my eyes, meaning every word.
The more he talks is like my strength instantly leaves me. My smile is gone, and my heart is heavy. I can no longer be as strong as I was five minutes ago. He is unleashing the mean girl that I never wanted him to see. He is intentionally hurting me, and although I feel like crying, the firmness in my eyes has not diminished.
“I guess in this case, there is nothing more I can do or say, and sadly for you, you should have accepted my offer, yet you were too stubborn. I do not believe that you are the only match in the whole of New York. I will find someone else,”
Before I could say anything, his phone rang. He quickly takes it out of the pocket in his pants. I get a glimpse of the caller ID and I notice it is from the hospital. He answers the phone in a heartbeat and sets it on speaker.
“Talk to me!” He ordered, impatiently.
“Sir, I am not calling bearing good news. I am afraid Ms. Davis is in critical condition. If we do not find a donor as soon as possible, we might lose her,” The nurse announces in a panic.
Alexander frustratedly hurls the phone against the ground and charges towards me with so much rage. He grabs me by my neck and roars,
“I ask again, Olivia. What do you want? It is not too late to change your mind now,”
I grit my teeth and look at him nostalgically. He spoke a lot and demands too much. This is my moment, so he must listen to me and what I have to say.
“You already know what I want. Let’s go and get married in court today, get the marriage certificate, and only then we can go and save Ms. Nichole Davis. Don’t leave her hopeless; we don’t want that now, do we?”

CHAPTER 2
OLIVIA CARTER
This is not how I ever imagined getting married. I have always dreamed of having a fairy tale wedding with me in a white dream wedding dress, and not just to anyone, but a man who truly loves me for who I am. I do not know if it is right to console myself by saying at least he agreed to marry me, but I am hoping that one day he would acknowledge me as his wife, and most importantly, remember me.
We are seated in front of the Marriage Officer, ready to take our marriage certificate home. I am a little bit happy, but it would be more exciting if Alexander was in it too. But hey, I cannot be the only one unhappy in a situation, right? He needs to be a little uncomfortable somewhere somehow too, even though a part of me wishes that he could take my hand, look at me in the eye, and tell me that he loves me.
The Marriage officer finally returns with our marriage certificate. He hands it over to us, but I get to take it because Alexander is not interested.
“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Walker. You are officially a married couple,” He announces. His PA and driver who are our witnesses clap their hands.
I squeal in joy and hold Alexander’s hand firmly so that he does not yank my hand off. He looks deadly into my eyes, and I abruptly let go of his hand.
The Officer then hands us our marriage book with our pictures that were taken in the process of getting married. I take it and look at it. I sigh, running my fingers on the photo. How are we so close to each other, yet he feels so far away?
I turn my head to look at him and smile.
“Are we done? Can we leave?” He asks, uninterested and gets on his feet. I stand and follow him outside.
“We are officially married. Look,” I give him our marriage certificate, but what he does next is so unanticipated.
He takes it and crumples it into a ball before he throws it to the ground.
“Alexander!” I cry out.
He puts his hands in his pockets and looks at me indifferently. I sigh and pick it up quietly and unfold it, smoothening it with my hand.
It might not mean anything to him, but to me it is everything.
“How are you a doctor when you manipulate people to do what you want them to do before you help them?” He asks.
“Yes, I am a doctor, but I also have dignity. I am about to give away a part of me that could probably prioritise my health in the future. Did you at least think about that? You want something? I should also get something out of it — it is a quid pro quo world,” I state, holding back my tears.
He looks away uncomfortably and decides not to protest.
“Let’s just go to the hospital. You got what you wanted, right? Now, let’s get this over and done with.”
***
We have arrived at the hospital. I have changed into the hospital gown that was provided to me. I am about to sign my organ to a woman who does not even know that I exist. It just breaks my heart that I will be saving her life so that she can live for the man I spent a long time searching for.
“It is time, let’s go,” His sonorous voice bounce around the walls of this room like a pin ball before it hits my heart. Can’t he be soft at least until this is over?
“Wait, I need to take something with me first,” I say, taking my bag from the drawer to get the marriage certificate. If anything, I am doing this for my husband, not his girlfriend. “We can now go.”
We get into the theatre room, and I am asked to lie on the bed before I am given an anaesthetic. I place the certificate close to my chest and take steady breaths. I glare at Alexander who is standing outside the room, looking right at me.
It might not be today or tomorrow, but I hope one day you will realise why I gave away my kidney to your lover. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be too late.
I can feel myself getting weaker. I hope it all goes well, not only for me but also Nichole Davis. If anything fails, everything that I have done will all be in vain. My eyes are shutting, and I know after that, Nichole will be sent in so that they can start the procedure.
***
ALEXANDER WALKER
Patience is not my cup of tea, but I do understand that somethings are out of my control, and they require a lot of patience, like the operations between the two women in my life. It has been over two hours, and I am watching through the glass outside of the operating room, looking at doctors running instructions and working on the two bodies of the women. None of them has said anything to me since, and I am starting to lose my mind. I need an update!
“Excuse me, sir. We noticed that there is some financial information you did not fill in for Mrs. Walker. We need that information so that we can know if she is legible to stay under our care after the operation, or if she would need to be transferred to a government care,” The clerk asks.
“Firstly, she is Ms. Carter, and secondly, do whatever you feel it is right,”
I made sure that everything goes accordingly for this operation. What happens after is actually not my problem, as long as Nichole is okay.
Realising that the operation is taking longer than expected, I take this time to get out of her and just drive around the area for about an hour just to clear my head. I notice a florist shop across the road, so I make a U-turn to stop by.
I step out of my car and walk into the shop to look for some flowers. This is the least I can do. A red bouquet would be too much, so I decide to take the white one. After paying, I decide to drive back to the hospital and just when I head to the ward, I am told that the operation was successful, but Nichole is still sleeping, so I decide to visit Olivia first with the flowers in my hands.
As I walk in, I hear her moaning in agony. I see her pressing her eyes so much with tears escaping her eyes. She is pale, as if she ate poison. If she is like this, I am wondering how Nichole is. I should go and check on her right now.
“Alex… Alexander,” Just as I turn to go out, Olivia calls my name. Her voice is shaky and she can hardly speak.
I turn back to her, and now that her eyes are open, they are bloodshot.
I don’t get how she still manages to smile through all this pain she is going through.
“You brought me flowers?” She slowly asks.
I sigh and close my eyes for a moment before I walk to the side of her bed.
“Do you think a woman like you deserves these expensive flowers? You donated your organ, and you married into a wealthy family. It is not a loss to you, so why would you think these flowers belong to you?” I sneer.
The room is so cold and unattended. To be honest, she does not look so good.
“Olivia, you need to be strong,” I say the least.
“I am trying,” She whispers. Her lips are chipped and trembling.
Her hand reaches out and she weakly grabs my jacket, looks at me with tears gushing out of her eyes, and mutters,
“I am in pain, Alex…” She cries out.
I bite my lower lip and crouch down, holding her hand. I look at her and guilt instantly overwhelms me. How did I get involved with such a miserable woman? She is way out of my league, and had I not been committed to Nichole, I probably would have been a laughingstock to my family with Olivia. Besides her doctorate, what else would she bring to the table? Her looks are limited.
“Sir, Ms. Nichole is awake,” A nurse quickly walks into us and announces. I swiftly let go of Olivia’s hand and wipe it with my trousers.
“Alexander, please, I am in a lot of pain,” Olivia begs me.
“I am not a doctor, but you are. You should help yourself out,” I say before I leave the room.
I get to Nichole’s room with the flowers and smile, seeing that she looks well, but a little weak. She smiles back when she notices my presence at the door. She is not alone, but with her mother Brittney and father John Davis.
I head to the side of her bed and lean over to her to kiss her forehead.
“How are you feeling? Are you felling any pain, do you need me to call the doctor to check on you? Are you cold?” I ask in so much concern.
“No, I am much better. I actually feel like a whole new different person,” She says and smiles. She does sound good too. “I hear my parents tell me that you contacted the person who donated their kidney to me. Who are they?”
“Shouldn’t you wait until you fully recover before you worry about them?” I ask, frowning.
“I need to know, Alexander. Who are they? I want to meet them and thank them,” She insists.
I raise my finger at her and gently tell her,
“No one important.”

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THE MAFIA (PLEASE READ THE PREVIOUS EPISODE "ENZO")


CUM-LAUDE (FINAL EPISODE)

YOLANDA

7 YEARS LATER
I walk down the stage, holding my Bachelor’s in my hand. I am a cum-laude, and everyone is screaming, whistling, and chanting for me because I made the school proud by achieving distinctions in all my module. I am a top student with almost every award. This proved to me and every woman out there with a child that was ever told they will not make it that everything is possible. I am twenty-eight years old today with my almost seven-year-old son who has never left my side, and I managed to finish my studies.
I am finally a licensed physician, and I couldn’t be prouder of myself. I did it through all the obstacles I had to tumble upon. Trust me, it was not easy, especially a few months after I went back to school. I was a year behind, I had people judging me, talking about me, and always laughing in my name as the news broke down about my relationship with my “stepfather”. I was always tired, and depressed, and even came to a point where I wanted to give up, but I always saw my mother’s face when I thought negatively, and it pushed me to do three times harder than what I did. Here we are today with my second belt, while those that laughed at me stayed behind. They could have been here with me, but they were laughing at me instead of studying.
“That is my daughter! She is my daughter!” My father cries out proudly.
He is here with both Daniel and our son. The three men in my life. Am I not so lucky?
“Mommy! Everyone is happy for you!” He runs up to me and hugs me. This is my study buddy. We stayed up at night to study together, but that was until he was almost two. Years really went by so fast. Can you believe he is in his first grade in a private school?
“I know, son. I feel bad for the next person who’ll be called up next,” I whisper.
Daniel and My father both hug me, but not at the same time. Lol.
“I am proud of you, my love,” Daniel says.
“I am so happy and proud,” My father is crying so much, and can’t even speak properly. Seeing him like this makes me cry too.
“Thank you.”
After the ceremony, I went to take photos with my family. I took some with all of them, and the rest with each of them.
“Mommy, your ring is blinding me. I can’t see,” Enzo complains, covering his eyes.
“Enzo, how does my ring do that?” I ask, staring at this marvellous diamond on my ring finger. It is too expensive to even explain it, but I know it is not too big to blind someone.
Oh, I forgot to mention. I am someone’s son’s fiancée!
“When you face it to the son, it hurts my eyes,”
“Oh, I’m sorry, my Enzo. Mommy did not intend to do that,” I kiss his cheek.
My father then calls Enzo so that they can leave.
“I am coming, baba!” We kiss him goodbye and off he ran.
“Maybe it’s a sign that we should start planning our wedding,” Daniel sneaks his hand on my waist from behind.
“Maybe,” I smile, holding his hands placed on my stomach.
“And settle in our own house before Melo is born,” He mentions.
Another surprise, guys. I am four months pregnant with a girl we plan to name Melokhule. Good things are all happening at once. I am enthusiastic about everything! For the rest of the year, I am planning to just focus on myself and my family.
I moved in with Daniel at the penthouse when Enzo was turning four. It was not easy for my father, but we made it work eventually. Now we bought an enormous mansion where we plan to grow our family. We are still renovating it, but we should be moving in in two months as soon as the furniture is complete. I am really excited.
“I can’t wait. Anele is so excited to come home to live with us,” I tease him.
Anele is now living in Cape Town attending studying law in Cape Town University. She is passionate about law and wishes to be a judge one day. I can imagine poor criminals being sentenced to swim with the sharks in the sea.
“That human headache of mine. Tell her there are only three bedrooms enough for just us. I left them the house for a reason,” Daniel complains.
I laugh and remember how Anele instantly moved into my father’s house just to be close to Enzo. Even when I moved into the penthouse, she lived with us there for a couple of months before she moved to Cape Town after high school.
Speaking of which. Thando graduated from
Speaking of which. Thando graduated from a business school five years ago. We were shocked when we heard that she enrolled because she is an influencer. Yep, she is still an influencer, and a businesswoman. She is basically a celebrity who can’t go anywhere without bodyguards. She has done really well for herself. Two years ago, Thando was finally claimed as Trey’s wife. Yep, we all flew to Dubai to witness their wedding. It was beautiful, and Olivia was just so pretty. She is a beautiful grown nine-year-old girl, and the things that come out of her mouth will amaze you and have you questioning your IQ. She is smart.
***
After we left, we went to a restaurant where reservations were made to celebrate my achievement. Capo and his family are there. They now have three kids and they had a wedding ceremony just a year after their first child was born. Daniel’s parents are here, and Capo has made up with his family, but it is not solid. Capo is tough.
Tory came with his boyfriend. Really handsome man. He graduated last year, and he is an intern at a private hospital. I made a couple of friends throughout the years, and I am happy to see their faces here.
Anele called me to congratulate me through a video call. She watched the whole ceremony online. Can you believe she reminded me of what she wanted to tell me at my baby shower? That was many years ago, but she still kept her promise. She said,
“I wanted to tell you that even though that you dating my father made me uncomfortable at first, I still preferred you than any other woman. I don’t want my father with anyone else but you, Yolanda. I love you so much, sis,”
For the fact that she called me sis melted my heart. We will forever be sisters.
***
After the celebration, we went home. I went home with my family while my father went home with his girlfriend of three years. She is dating a nurse who is so nice, and I like her a lot. I hope she never breaks my father’s heart because he is so happy.
Everyone is happy, and it makes me happy.
I look back at Enzo who has suddenly passed out in the backseat. He had so much fun today. I hope he will have this much fun next month at his birthday party in Disney Land. Well, I was going to just throw a simple backyard party for him, but Daniel always beats me to it and go all out for him.
“What are you thinking about?” He asks.
“About how blessed I am, babe. I am so happy it kind of feels surreal. I am not dreaming of this life, am I?”
He chuckles and turns the wheel before he places hand on my thigh while he drives with the other hand.
“I can certainly assure you that you are not,” He gives my thigh a squeeze. “Our boy must be tired,” He says.
“I am tired too,” I yawn. “I am going to take a warm bath and just get straight to bed afterwards,” I say.
“Mmm, you do that. Is it okay if I leave you tonight?” He asks.
I already know where he is going. I won’t ask anything, but I am glad he considers my feelings before he leaves unlike sneaking out at night like a naughty boy.
To think about it, I still don't know what happened to Kyle. I don't know whether he is still alive or dead. What is good is that, Daniel is a free man today, and we have not had severe trouble ever since. My hubby is running his illegal businesses smoothly as he made a couple of secret alliances with different departments in the government. He is diplomatic.
“Yeah, I don’t mind. We will be fine,” I assure him.
“Okay. Just call me if you need anything. I will drop everything for you,”
“Of course,”
“I love you, baby. I love you so much. I am complete with you and our kids in my life. You make my world happy, and I cannot tell you how much you make me proud. I am going to give you nothing but the best, okay?” Okay, I am getting h***y. He knows that his sweet words always make me want to just open my legs for him. I blame this pregnancy, because I never felt like this before.
“I know. I love you too, hubby. Let’s have a qu**ky before you leave the house.” He laughs and continues driving without answering me. “Are we going to have a quickie? Answer me!”
“I thought you were tired,” He teases.
“Daniel!”
THE END!

THE MAFIA STEPDADDY


ENZO

DANIEL
When Anele’s mother was giving birth to her, I was really impatient because I wanted it to be quick and over with. I hated her then, and I hated being in the same room as her. All I wanted was my baby and be gone. Luckily, Anele was healthy and strong to go home the next day, so I just took my baby and left the hospital. My mother was there to help raise my girls, but when she and my father disowned my brother, I decided to distance myself and my kids from them too.
It was me and the girls since, until I met Yolanda’s mother. Her sudden death really broke my heart. I wish I could have spent more time with her because I loved her hard, but in the end, I learned to accept and forgive myself.
Today I am with her daughter in the delivery room, waiting to welcome our son. Yes, Yolanda was admitted at four in the morning, and she has been in labour pains until now which is half past one in the afternoon because the baby was still a few centimetres away then, but the water broke eventually, and I am standing on the side of her bed, holding her hand.
She is sweating in agony and exhaustion, but she is really trying so hard to get this over and done with, so she keeps on pushing.
“Come on, baby… one last push,” I say as I kiss her sweaty forehead.
“I am trying,” She cries softly.
In just a few seconds, the accoucheuse smiles looking up at us, and holds the baby up facing down in her hands.
“A boy,”
I smile gratefully and kiss Yolanda on the lips. Or son instantly lets out an excruciating cry that fills the room, and I just get so emotional.
I kneel down and cry, thanking God and my woman for this precious gift. I never believed I would ever get a son, and even if I did, the chances were too low.
The nurse places our son on his mother’s chest to meet for the first time and bond physically. Yolanda is so strong, trying her best not to cry. She is handling him well as if she has done this before. I stand up and wipe my tears before I head back to them to meet our son.
“He is beautiful,” Yolanda says with a smile on her face.
“Just like his mother. We need to give him a name,”
“Would you like to name him?” She asks.
Of course, I would! Every man’s dream is to name their son, but I have to consider her too.
“I would love to, but if you—”
“No, I want you to give him his first name. I would love it if you do,” She insists.
“Mmm, I was thinking Enzokuhle,” I suggest.
I love the name and it means “To do good or great things.”
“Enzokuhle sounds perfect, I love it. If our baby girl was here, I would have called her Misokuhle,” And it also means a pillar of greatness.
“That would have been a great name for her,”
“Mmh… do you want to hold him?”
At that moment when she asked, the nurse took our baby and wrapped him in a hospital blanket before handing him to me. How is Yolanda not as emotional as I am? I feel so blessed to have him in my arms right now.
I have a son! I know I am not the first man to have their first son, but can the world just stop for a moment and just know that I am a man in his early forties who just had a son? I feel so complete.
“Enzokuhle Martinez. Welcome to Earth. I am your dad and I have been waiting for you for so long. We rarely met, but because of you, I had to survive all the obstacles so that I could be here on this day to see you arrive. I love you, son,” I kiss his forehead.
As I turn back to Yolanda, I realise she has passed out and the nurse tells me to let her be, I will see her in the recovery room. She takes Enzo from my hands before I walk out of the room.
My mother instantly jumps up from the bench to hug me.
“He is here,” I say.
“I heard the cries. I am so happy. How are they?” She says.
“They are both fine and healthy. They are still busy with them, but you will meet them soon,”
“I cannot wait!”
***
YOLANDA
Giving birth was worth all the pain because I gave birth to a handsome baby in the end. He is so adorable and so chubby, and I would get pregnant over and — Nah, I am just kidding. Labour pains felt like death to me. I can’t even stand to imagine what would have happened to me if I was giving birth to two fat babies at that time. Only if Daniel knew how much I was cussing at him in my head, he wouldn’t have been in that labour room with me.
But in the end, our boy finally came and was just a day old, but everyone just loves him already. My father cannot keep his hands off him, and Daniel is just never away from our side. My father and Daniel still cannot stand each other’s presence, but at least they try to be calm with each other in my presence. My father hates him with all his heart, but I believe that one day he will come around.
“Look at them. They pretend to be hating each other but just look at them. So, childish,” Daniel’s mother says as she packs my bag.
We are going home today, and I am so excited!
I look at both Daniel and my father stupidly playing with Enzokuhle in his car seat. He is barely awake, so they both really look stupid in front of baby Enzo.
“My father is as stubborn as a mule. It is going to take him a long time to unwind,” I say.
“I noticed. We are ready to go!” She alerts the boys.
Daniel’s mother’s presence here will help me so much. She knows more about being a new mother than I do. If my mother was here, I wouldn’t have bothered asking her to nurture me throughout this motherhood journey, but I needed her.
I decided to forgive her and move on from the past. It was bitter and painful, so for my baby boy to live in a healthy environment, I decided to just make peace with her and my heart. She will live with us at my father’s house until I return to school in three months. Yeah, I will get tired of her, and I will want her to leave, but maybe this is one of the ways for us to know each other better.
As I get off the bed, I hug her.
“I know I never said this, but I think you also deserve to be apologised to and be thanked. I am so sorry for hurting your feelings before,” I say.
“No, no, no… I don’t deserve it, dear. I really don’t deserve your apology,” She bursts into tears instantly. “You did nothing wrong but stand up for yourself,” She says.
“But even so, I feel a little guilty,”
She holds my hands and smiles.
“Thank you.”
***
When we got to my father’s house, Enzo was awake, so I breastfed him before we both went to sleep. When I woke up in an hour, I found out that Thando is here and wanted to see me, so I let her into my room where she met my sleepy son.
She laughed and stated that he looks so much like “dad”. I couldn’t agree more.
“I am here to let you know that I am returning to the United States next week, but I couldn’t do it without seeing you,” She states.
“Okay? So, what’s up?” I ask.
“Your relationship with dad is really crazy, you know that, right?”
I squint my eyes and tilt my head.
“Sorry. What I am trying to say is that I never expected this kind of relationship from my father, but I learned how much he is happy with you. I cannot take that away from him. I know I have judged you a lot and somewhat forgot that I had my own flaws too. I hurt you a lot, and I don’t want that anymore. We might never be best of friends, but I want you to know that I am supporting your relationship. I am just so sorry that I put you through so much pain and caused one twin to…”
“No, I don’t really blame you anymore. I was going through a difficult moment which I think caused the baby to vanish. I have accepted now, and to tell you the truth, I forgave you when I made up with Anele, so it is all right.”
I really hope things are all right. I want to live happily from here on.