His lips brushed mine softly, and for a few seconds, I forgot that Valdo was a stranger and that I was pregnant with another man’s baby. The kiss wasn’t like any of the others I shared with Will, it was 100% better, This wasn’t a kiss from a teenager, it was a kiss from a man, and it felt amazing. I finally understand what the movies mean when the main character feels butterflies. But my butterflies didn’t last one because Valdo suddenly pushed away from the kiss.
I opened my eyes, and we awkwardly stared at each other. Valdo closed his eyes and sighed, “I’m sorry. That was an accident.”
A brush creeps up my cheeks as I nod. At least he didn’t say it was a mistake, because mistakes don’t feel so good.
I looked into his enchanting blue eyes then told him what he needed to hear, “I’m sorry. It’s completely my fault.”
He shook his head, “No, it isn’t. I kissed you; first, you respond. I should have never done that.”
I shrugged, “It’s okay.”
He sighed and shook his head, “But that’s the thing, Jakobia. It’s not. I want you to trust me and what I did was crossing the line.”
I crossed the line with you the moment I realised I found you attractive.
“I already trust you. I know you didn’t intend to kiss me. It was just a spur of the moment kind of thing.” I wish I could say that alcohol was the one who did the kissing, but neither of us drank anything but Apple juice unless the company started adding in some extract ingredients that we don’t know about.
He scratched his head, uncertain, “I’m sorry.”
I shrugged, “It’s okay.” The kiss confirmed the lingering questions in my head. The two questions were answered. The Kiss made me feel beautiful and Yes, It’s possible to have feelings for a man different from the one who got me pregnant.
“You should get some sleep, you must be drained.” he reached behind me and turned the lock on the door, pushing my bedroom door open. I turned and glanced briefly in my room then back at him.
“I’m exhausted,” I admitted, but I instead spend the rest of the night with you, but I’ll settle for sleep.
He gave me a light smile, “Goodnight, Jakobia” This time he didn’t drop a kiss on my cheek, probably scared that history will repeat itself. He took two steps back but didn’t take his eye off me.
I smile, “Goodnight, Valdo.”
I watched as he disappeared down the hall then I turned and entered my bedroom. I closed the door behind me and sighed. I walked over to the bed and lay down on my back and look at the ceiling.
Having feelings for someone who wasn’t my baby’s father wrong, but why does it feel so good?
……………
“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” I asked the man looking at the city view.
A smiling Valdo turned, “Good morning and no, today is Saturday.” I looked at him, shocked. I was never good with telling time or days but to know it was already Saturday meant that time was moving very fast, even though it feels like I’ve known Valdo for years, it’s only been a few days.
I nod, “So, no work on Saturdays?” I paused, “So what exactly do you do on weekends?”
“I go to the gym, the park and supermarket.” I noticed the clothes he was wearing. He was drenched in sweat, which meant he probably just returned from the gym.
“So you’re heading to the park soon?” he shook his head.
“I went to the park already. I only have the supermarket left on the list, but it’s too early.” I turned and looked at the clock hanging on the wall behind me. My eyes widen at the time, that couldn’t be right. Valdo noticed my shock and chuckled, “You overslept.”
“Overslept,” I frowned, “That’s an understatement.” the clock was saying 1:03 pm, and I usually woke up at 7 am, that’s six hours over!
Valdo shrugged, “I knew you must have been tired after last night so I let you sleep and it’s not like I have anything for you to do around the place anyways. The weekend is kinda boring for me, I just sleep most of the time and watch movies.”
“That’s all you do?” Saturdays are chores day when I lived with my mother and Sunday was for relaxation, if she wasn’t working.
He nodded, “Yea, I have nothing else to do.”
“What about your laundry, cleaning the apartment. When do you do that?”
He smiled, “Mrs Prime comes every Monday, she does my laundry and the cleaning, but if there is minor cleaning needed, I usually do it myself.” At least he didn’t have a live-in maid.
“Oh, okay. So I’ll just do my laundry today then.”
Valdo shook his head, “Of course not, Mrs Prime will do it for you.”
I shook my head quickly. The only person other than myself that ever did my laundry was my mother, and I don’t exactly feel comfortable letting others washing my clothes, much less, underwear.
No, thank you.
“I can do it myself; really, I don’t mind.”
“But I do, you’re pregnant. It would be best if you weren’t putting too much pressure on your body.” his words laced with care.
My body was used to all types of pressures; after all, I was homeless for six months. I’ve seen everything, done things too. Washing my own clothes isn’t that bad, so I told him. “I’ve lifted boxes to get a few bucks, washing my clothes isn’t going do any damage that wasn’t done by those boxes.
He sighed, probably realising that I wasn’t going to give in. “Fine, you can do your laundry, but you have used a laundry mat. There is no way I’m letting you wash those with your hands. Your feet are already swollen, don’t want something to happen to your hands too.”
I beamed at him, “Deal.” he smiled in return.
“Before we get excited about doing laundry, you should at least eat some breakfast. You must be starving.” My belly growled as he spoke which caused him to laugh out loud, “So at least you’re belly agrees with me. Eating for two is a serious thing.” It was indeed. The longer I stay pregnant was, the more I ate. I was hungry at least every two hours; sometimes, I kept this to myself because I wasn’t used to eating ten times a day. But Valdo made it his goal to make sure I ate at least fifteen times a day. I remember him calling his mother yesterday every two hours to check on me and make sure I eat.
Hannah would always end the call with a smile and the words, “He cares for you, my dear.”
Every time he called a particular organ in my body would not stop beating fast. I’m surprised it was expected today, especially after the brief kiss we shared and the dream that followed it.
And a dream it was!
I smiled into the enchanting boy eyes of my baby’s father, “She looked just like her daddy.”
Valdo laughed and placed his hands around my waist, “Nah, she looks like her beautiful mother.” he smiled at me softly, “Thank you, Jakobia.” he leaned in a placed a soft kiss on my lips. “You’ve given me the greatest gift any man could ever ask for, Our beautiful, beautiful daughter and our son.”
I laugh, “Let’s not forgetJunior. I bet he can’t wait to see his little sister.”
Valdo shrugged, “Well, he’s doing a pretty great job taking care of his grandparents.”
I smiled. How did my life become so wonderful? I had a husband who loved two beautiful children and me. I had family that loved and adored me, and that’s all that matters.
My mother pushed her head in the room, “Is that the new addition to the family?” she laughed proudly. She was so happy that I was able to finish high school without getting pregnant as she did. I even got a degree in Environment Science, where I met Valdo, who was an environmental activist. We hit it off pretty quickly, and in five months we were married.
Our parents thought we were rushing into things, but we knew better. We belonged together.
I shook my head after remembering my crazy dream. If only things were as wonderful as they were in my imagination. If only I’d finish high school and get my diploma then go to university as I’d planned, maybe I would have met a man. Perhaps he would have fallen in love and had beautiful babies. But that’s all it is; a dream is a dream.
Valdo words brought me back to reality, “So what do you want for breakfast?”
“Scrambled eggs,” I said excitedly.
Valdo laughed, “You seem to love that.”
I nod and smile.
That’s because in my dreams when you brought me breakfast in bed; it was scrambled eggs.