The next morning, I got myself ready to leave. Dr. Sanders had been in a couple of tis before to check on ; she thought to ntion that my husband had been sitting outside the door all night. I don’t care; he can sleep on the moon for all I care.
My parents and the Nuros ca through the door, all smiles and hugs, holding balloons and a big ass bear. I had my bag packed, ready to get the hell out of this depressing space.
Mr. Nuro grabbed my bag; him standing there carrying a lady’s bag was hilarious. Mrs. Nuro thought so too; she fished out her phone and started taking pictures. I photobombed one with my tongue sticking out.
My family was happy; Mrs. Nuro was happy. I should be too, right?
I looked for Richard in the room; he was standing in a corner looking even more exhausted than yesterday. I felt a pang of guilt, but he doesn’t get to make critical decisions about my life.
I managed a smile at my parents again, nodding distractedly about sothing they were saying.
Dr. Sanders ca in one last ti to give specific instructions. She handed a small pouch with dicines to take daily.
My mum took the pouch from so she could tuck it in my bag.
"Take it really easy, and check in with again next week. I put a card with your next appointnt in the pouch for the other situation. So, I’ll see you," she shook my hand and waved to my family. She extended a hand to Richard, who took it with as much excitent as he could muster. It seed strength had left him.
I heard my mum gasp behind ; I turned round instantly and saw that she had opened the pouch Dr. Sanders had given .
"Mum!!!!"
"You’re ... You’re pregnant?" She stuttered. Why the fuck did I hand her the pouch?
Varying rhythms and tones of gasps filled the room. Mrs. Nuro held my arm, searching my face for confirmation. I nodded, and she gasped again, followed by tears of joy. She turned to her husband and hugged him, crying uncontrollably. I got confused and threw an asking glance at Richard, who shrugged. Was she crying sad or crying happy? It was seriously hard to tell.
She turned to once more and hugged .
"Thank you... thank you." She left in the arms of my mother next and headed to her son.
She held his face in her palm and pulled him down to kiss his head.
"I can die happy and fulfilled." She said. Richard hugged his mom; it was a rare sight.
"You have made proud, Richard. Very proud."
I didn’t want to tell them, at least not yet. I wanted to figure out what to do first. But the happiness on everyone’s faces, the unadulterated joy I saw in Mrs. Nuro’s eyes, it brought tears to my eyes. It was sad to know that the only ones currently not happy were the baby’s own parents.
"Let’s get you ho." Mrs. Nuro said. "When we get ho, I am going to have my cook make sothing special for you."
"Actually, Mum. I... I... will be going to my parents’ house."
"Nita..." Richard started.
"It’s just... I miss ho. And with everything that has happened, I thought being with my parents would help ." I saw the disappointnt in Mrs. Nuro’s eyes.
"Sure... sure... We can get together so other ti." She said, forcing a smile.
My mothers were so all over , I forgot the n were waiting for their turn to congratulate .
"It’s been difficult to get so ti with you since you got yourself two mothers." My dad said. I smiled, and he kissed on the forehead. "My baby girl, congratulations."
"You are going to have one very spoiled kid." Mr. Nuro said, nodding his head in the direction of their wives.
"I’m sure I can find a private jet stashed sowhere and escape with the baby for a year or two." I teased.
"You wouldn’t do that to ." My mother said. The n moved on to Richard, who had been at the sa spot since they all ca in.
"I was kidding, ma!" I said. Did she really take seriously? Am I going to spend ti with my own child at all?
We finally decided to leave the hospital, with the graces of social courteousness of barbarians. We were talking over each other, arguing about so ridiculous pregnancy myth.
Outside, when the fresh air hit my nostrils, I didn’t know one could miss outside so much. Mr. Nuro handed my bag to Martin and turned to hug once more.
"I will send a car for you tomorrow. We need to talk."
I nodded and got in the car. Richard got in next to and we made our way through the streets, heading to my parents’ house.
"How long will you be staying at your parents?" he asked, his eyes were cold. He hadn’t shaved in a while, I could tell. He really didn’t look like himself.
"As long as I want." I responded.
"You are my wife, carrying my child. I will not let you be away from , mad or not!"
"According to our contract, I get a couple of days a month to myself anywhere I want to go. We have been married for four months now; I think I have earned at least a month."
"Our contract also states there will be no sex involved; we threw that out the window at month two, didn’t we?" He countered.
"Touché," I said.
"I know that you are mad at , but you have to co ho."
"Whatever happened to Sam?" I asked; the question had been bugging since I regained consciousness. I saw Richards’s lips tighten and a frown cross his face.
"Martin fired a shot in the air to distract him while you were fainting. He panicked and ran."
"Did you alert the authorities?"
"My father thinks that will be an unwise decision." He finished, rubbing his temples and frowning further.
"I think he is right." I said. He turned his head to look at like a crazy woman.
"He hurt you! He had a knife to your neck; he was willing to use it."
"Can you afford the bad publicity right now? Did you forget all eyes are on you?"
"Nita... sotis I think you are a robot." He grunted and sat back, relaxing in the chair.
"Is that why you got pregnant without my consent?"
"I don’t regret it. You are not thinking about leaving now, are you? You’re stuck with ,"
I laughed, a dry sarcastic laughter. "You think I would want to stay with a man whose ego is bigger than his head, a man who is about to have a child with his mistress; the sa one you took off with on our wedding night, the sa one I begged you to be careful with as it might ss things up. The sa man who lied to , tricked . Darling, we are still getting a divorce."
"And I am not giving it to you!"
"Well then, we will see in court."
"Goddamnit it Nita. Why are you being so cold?"
"Constant heart ache will do that to you?"
*****
We arrived at my family ho the sa ti as my parents. Martin helped in unpacking the items and gifts from the hospital into the house.
"you can leave now." I said to Richard when we were done moving stuff in the house.
"Babe..."
"You can leave." I maintained my stance. His shoulders slumped in resignation.
"Martin will be back here for you, in case you need to co back ho and to protect you."
He was on his way out when a car drove into the compound. "Well fuck !" he groaned.
It was Victor’s car. He parked and walked up to us in hurried strides. "Mrs. Nuro, Mr. Nuro. I’m sorry, I just heard you were really sick. I was at the hospital when I saw the Nuros leaving." He said quickly. "Are you okay now?"
"She is alright, she is just pregnant." Richard announced, a triumphant smirk on is face.
I didn’t know whether to face palm myself or give him a flick to his head.
"Oh! Wow!" Victor gasped. "I... well... congratulations!" He extended his hand to Richard, who took it proudly.
"Thank you. I will be at work on Monday."
"Are you up for it? I heard the COO position is now open; I wasn’t given any details. The work of auditing his account might be much."
"I did the bulk of it already. I should be fine."
Victor raised an eyebrow suspiciously. "Well. I just ca by to see how you were doing."
"Thank you. Much appreciated." Richard said, curving an arm around my waist.
"I’ll see you guys later." Victor said and walked back to his car. As soon as he had turned his back, I swatted Richard’s hand away.
"Get your hand off . You had to tell him?"
"Yes, maybe then he would stop looking for every opportunity to be close to you. Do you see how he looks at you?"
"Just go!" I sneered and walked in the house where my parents were waiting.
"Young lady, start talking." My father bood.
Oh shit!
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