Kamara’s POVI was barely listening to anything the doctor was saying. My life seemed to be floating in a storm right in front of me and all I could do was sit and watch it consume me. I was affirmed fit for the procedure and have been scheduled to return to the hospital when next I am ovulating. For a moment I wished the tests would come out negative. However, it appears the universe has it in for me. I practically ran out of the hospital as soon as the doctor gave the order. Standing rigidly next to the car, I held onto my bag tightly as Diego walked towards me with an unreadable expression on his face and a brown envelope in his hand. Next to him was the guy from the club. They seem close. “Here,” Diego mumbled handing me the envelope. “What is this?” I asked with a frown. He looked bored. “I worry that your slow ability to catch up on things will affect my child. That right there is the contract you are to sign. Read it and sign. I don't have much time to waste.” “If I sign t
Kamara’s POV “Have you thought of what you would tell your family when the pregnancy test turns out positive?” Chantelle asked me. I clasped my hands bending my head while I thought of the best way to respond. No one told me getting an IVF is tasking. I thought the first tests were all that was required, I had an embryo transfer two weeks ago.Now I am back here to affirm whether I am pregnant or not. The past fourteen days have been the most anxious state I have been in. When Diego asked when I was due to visit the hospital again, I had lied that it would be tomorrow. I don’t want his presence adding to my misery, most importantly I don’t want to see his face. Inhaling deeply I raised my head. “Well, I haven’t thought about it yet. Not until the result is out.” I replied. Chantelle wrapped a comforting arm around me. “How are you feeling?” I held her gaze. “You want the truth?”“Hmmm.” “I am scared. I am so uncertain of what the future holds for me and if I will ever be able to
Diego’s POVFernando chuckled loudly as he poured me a glass of whiskey. “Damn, man! I have never met anyone who made you so speechless. She is fire.” I kissed my teeth while taking a sip of the drink. “And I will gladly quench her. Why the hell would you give her a response like that?” “I am a lawyer, I do not lie.”“Well according to history you lots are the best liars to exist.”“Fuck you!” He cursed, dumping himself on the couch. “She really is pregnant, then? You are lucky she chooses not to live with you. I hear women get really edgy when pregnant and with this one you are dealing with. You will have a lot of hard time. Nana will be so glad to hear the news.” I grinned at his last sentence. “At least now she would know that I am not impotent.” “Right on point.” “Wait a minute. I don’t know where she stays.” “What do you mean?” “I mean I have no idea where Kamara stays,” I said. “What do you need that for?” Fernando had a confused look on his face. “I need to know if she
Kamara’s POV As I stared up at the house it looked ridiculously giant like it would swallow me. My parent's house has always been the space I come to for solace. But these past few days I won't deny that I have been running from it. It's almost like the sight of it reminds me of the puddle I am in. All I want is for everything to be over. Giving my belly one last look, I climbed onto the porch. Since I might start showing, I have come to inform my family that I will be away for some time. My siblings are away at school and it is just my parents. That feels easy. There won’t be any sort of emotions hanging around. I peeked into my handbag to see if the fake admission letter Chantelle helped me prepare was in place. I opened the door to hear my dad laughing heartily at something Mum said. A tight smile pulled up on my lips. At least I know they are genuinely happy. I just have to get whatever this is over in less than a year. “Mum? Dad?” I called out dropping my bag in the living r
Kamara’s POVI scoffed in distaste at the box of clothes and shoes Diego sent for me to wear to dinner. It isn’t so bad, but I would hate to give him the satisfaction of wearing it. He seems to like being in control and I detest being controlled. It drives me nuts. Chantelle chortled behind me. “It is such a pity that he spent so much to get you this attire. If only he knows you won’t wear them.” “He has lost his mind. You need to have seen how he spoke to me that day. I just wish there was another way out of this. Men like him shouldn’t be seen parading the streets freely.” “You can’t talk vile about someone who saved your family. Don’t forget it's more of a transaction here. You just have to put up with it until you put it to bed.” I kissed my teeth at how lightly she said it. “It is so frustrating when you act logically as regards this situation. As my friend I expect you to get mad when I do and curse out anyone I complain about.” She got up and massaged my shoulder. “You are
Diego’s POVKamara had turned red at the question. I wasn’t expecting it either, but I have no intention to pretend in front of my Nana. I wanted to tell her that there is nothing like a close relationship between us. But knowing her, she wouldn’t hesitate to express her disappointment in me and make me end the contract. Which would never happen. I have invested too much time and energy. “W..we….” Kamara stuttered. I groaned inwardly, interrupting her. “We didn’t exactly date. It was a very short fling.” I said. To my surprise, Kamara burst into a fit of cough. “Are you okay, darling?” Nana asked looking worried. Kamara waved her hand. “Y…yes, I am thank you.” Nana chuckled lightly. “There is no need to feel bad about that, Kamara. I have learned that there is no rule to attraction. As long as it makes you happy.” She said in her usual way of acting cool. My ear would end up being pulled after dinner. “I hope your parents know about your condition. I wouldn’t want them gettin
Kamara’s POV“Kamara, isn’t this one of the supplements you were given at the hospital? They seem untouched.” Chantelle noted showing me the tablet. I snickered turning my face away. “It is hard to swallow any of it. I think I am fine. If anything was to go wrong I would have been feeling odd by now.” She didn’t look convinced and had a frown on her face. “I don't know about that speculation of yours. But from what I see you haven’t been moving right in the past two days. In fact, you haven’t been eating well and you let out painful winces from time to time. Your body is definitely not in the best of shape.” I gnashed my teeth feeling goosebumps rise on my arm. For some reason, I can’t seem to concern myself with the fetus inside of me. Every time I try to take the pills it feels like suicide. I don’t want to do anything and just remain blank for as long as I can. I hate how much it gets to me no matter how hard I pretend to be fine. I felt Chantelle next to me. She placed a comfo
Diego’s POVI know I shouldn’t be here, but I find myself unable to resist the approach. Kamara wasn’t picking up my calls and I needed to check to see how my child was doing. Only to find her chatting with another man happily. I don’t know which is more annoying. Seeing her holding hands with the guy or the peaceful look in her eyes. Kamara snatched her hand away from the man and it strangely soothed me. “What are you doing here?” “You would have known if you answered your phone and not here flirting with whoever this is.” I bellowed. “Excuse me. My name is Brandon.” The man introduced himself. “Who is this, Kamara?” “It’s no one. Just don’t worry. Let's go talk in your car.” She replied wrinkling her face. I scoffed in disbelief. “Did you just say I am no one? Is he one of your admirers? Haven’t you told him?” Kamara pulled at my hand, fixing her jaw tightly. “Shut up and let's go.” “I don’t want to. You don’t get to order me around.” I gritted. She shut her eyes mumbling