It was 3 am in the morning when I had a strange feeling on my abdomen. It was pain, the most unbearable pain I had ever felt. The pain spread to all parts of my body like a heat wave. I opened my mouth to scream but instead I let out a soft cry like a wounded dog. My body was feeling hot and I was sweating. I opened my eyes fully to see if there was anyone in the room and to my luck Muzi was napping on the couch.
As if Muzi could sense my gaze, he opened his eyes and looked at me. It was clear from his eyes that he could see that pain I was in. He rushed to my side asking me if I was ok while giving me water to drink. “I will go get Mark.” He said looking worried. I smiled at him and reach out for a hug. I whispered in his ears, “I am ok love. Just feeling hot and I am so tired.”
Muzi kept quiet for a while. I could tell he was talking to some via mind-link. He then looked at me and smiled. I was still in pain and I was feeling as if I will faint, but I did not want to worry Muzi beyond his current state. He turned the aircon on and kept wiping my face, telling me I will be ok. Three minutes later Zee came budging in with Mark. “Oh my God his temperature is too high,” cried Zee with her hand on my forehead. “Alpha can you hear me?” She called out to me when I was starting to fall in and out of consciousness. I could also hear Muzi and Mark’s fading voices. Panic hit me hard, when I suddenly felt as though it was the end of the road for me. My day to leave the world had finally come. In no time I was consumed with darkness.
I don’t know how long I was asleep before I woke up again. I opened my eyes and the light blinded me. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the light in the room. When I finally did I saw Muzi laying on the couch with a baby blanket on his chest and a baby cot next to him. By instinct I moved my hands to my stomach and felt a bandage. I held the blanket and threw it off me. I then tore the bandage off me to found a scar which showed that somebody cut me open. The pain was still there but it was faint. I forced myself to walk to were Muzi was napping.
When I was close to him, I lifted the white blanket slightly up and my eyes were meet with a new born coloured baby in a white onesie and a pink cotton hat. Smile made its way to my face and suddenly all the pain and tiredness was gone. I picked the baby up and kissed its forehead. “It’s a girl,” Muzi said adjusting himself on the couch. “She is beautiful like her father,” I said smiling. Muzi grinned at me and then asked me a stupid question. “Which father, me or you?” obviously I meant me. I smiled at the baby and said “both.” I took a sit next to Muzi on the couch and he handed me a bottle to feed her. Gosh she was perfect and the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life. “Astrid,” I said brushing her cheek with my index finger. “Her name will be Astrid. She is very beautiful.” I turn to look at Muzi who was looking at us like we are the air he breaths. “Astrid,” he said nodding in agreement and then said, “I love it.” He then closed the space between us and kissed me.
The door swung open but we did not stop kissing. My mother walked in all her glory acting as if she did not see us kissing. “Ethan!” She called my name making us to break the kiss and look at her. My face clearly showed that I was horrified, while her facial expression gave nothing out. Muzi on the other hand looked as if he was about to shit himself. “How are you feeling today?” She asked moving closer to me. “I am good mom,” I responded while staring at her, but her eyes were now fixed on the baby I was holding. “Whose baby is this?” No one answered her. She gestured for me to give her the baby and I did. She admired the baby and started imitating baby sounds. “Ncoh! She is cute. Look at her small hands,” My mom said. “Astrid. Her name is Astrid,” I told her with a grin on my face. She nodded and continued rocking her even though she was sound asleep. “Where is her mother?” She asked me. We did not answer her. She then looked at me, Muzi and the baby a few times before asking again. “Why is a baby in your room and where is her mom?” Muzi stood up and took the baby from her. “Must I take her to the nursery?” Muzi asked. I gave him a dead glare and mind-linked him to not think about running. He put the baby on the cot, sat next to me and took my hand on his. My mom just stood in front of us staring in haze.
“Mom, Astrid is my daughter.”