The pain coercing through
me is so unbearable. It felt
like the end of the world was just a breath away.
Everything I thought of, everything I saw, everything
I felt was pain. My water broke just as I played chess with my step-mum.
She had been staying with us for
two weeks now. Richard’s
mum wanted to stay also
but Richard still could not
see eye to eye with his mum.
Through my efforts, he has been able to release
some of the hurt he felt but
he still could not handle having his mum helping me through the pregnancy period.
He lamented that some of her promiscuous nature could be transferred.
I felt he still held a level of
grudge against her. Months
flew by without me actually
noticing it. My belly rose and
rose and with each passing
day, my joy increased and
anticipation rose. Richard
stayed at home most times,
leaving the hospital in the
hands of doctor felix.
Something I never anticipated happened: we became friends with Kelvin.
The past was buried and we became family friends.
Life is a lot better when we
forgive. I had always said that most women always exaggerate their labour pains. Even when Prisca was heavy and in labour,
something still told me that
it could not be that painful.
Experiencing it now was
giving me the first hand
idea of what it is all about.
Richard drove in like a mad
man, after the gateman had
opened the door for him.
He did not even kill the
engine or shut the door of
the car, instead, he rushed
to take over from my mum;
Prisca’s mum to be precise,
who rushed inside to take a
box filled with baby clothes.
The scan had confirmed
Prisca’s suspicion, I am
expecting a boy. I tried to
be brave, holding back the
pain but I let out
exclamations unconsciously
every now and then. He
murmured endearments,
slowly moving me to the
backseat. Mum ordered him
to hand her the keys and
seat with me at the back.
There was really no time to
argue, so he obeyed
immediately. She drove in a
sane manner, still on top
speed.
Richard’s face was carefully
guarded as he caressed my
hair, dropping kisses on my
forehead. He was visibly
worried. I looked at him
and smiled through the
pain. Even in pains, my head
still worked to capacity.
“Honey” I whispered and
gasped as another wave of
pain seared through me.
“Yes baby. You would be
fine. Just take in lots of air.”
Even as a doctor, he was I
nodded filling my lungs
with air.
“Would you make me a
promise?”
Richard looked at me with
dread. We had watched so
many movies with this line
of action, they don’t always
end well.
“Don’t scare me Bell, please
don’t. You would be fine” he murmured, his hands shook as he held mine.
I smiled weakly.
“If our son comes out and he happens to be as handsome as you are, especially possessing
your blue eyes, promise me
that you would forgive your
mother.
Totally” Richard heaved a sigh of relief. “I promise, just
promise me you would be
fine. We are meant to grow
old together, remember?”
I smiled. “I love you”
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Richard paced the waiting
room restlessly. He could
not even sit down for two
seconds. People who were
also nervous were trying to
calm him down but it did
not work. His parents, step
mother, tony, Prisca, Mr. and
Mrs. Jegas, and Kelvin were
also with him. All the BRH
workers were also in
anticipation and seeing
Richard so distressed made
them even more anxious.
Everyone had a prayer in
their mouth. Doctor Felix
was with Belina along with
four nurses. They had
refused to allow Richard in.
Richard had wanted to go
in, even if only to hold
Belina’s hand through it all
but doctor Felix had
refused.
Mr. Branson, Richard’s
father went and held
Richard in a tight hug. He
had watched his son move
restlessly and felt the deep
urge to reassure him.
“She would be fine. God is
in control. She needs your
faith, now more than ever”
he patted Richard’s back
while Richard nodded. He
has never been in this
situation before and now
that was, his heart has
changed location and is
now residing in his mouth
but that did not stop him
from praying.
“I remember feeling this
way when you were to be
born” Richard smiled when
he heard that.
“It is well”
Mr. Branson whispered.
Richard heaved a sigh and
said, “Amen”
TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW
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