EGHE

SEVEN MONTHS LATER.......

Sitting in front of my vanity mirror, starring at my nine months gone belly I smiled weakly. This was the only reason that gave me happiness, the feeling of meeting my babies.

Ikay, who I finally married a month after my parent asked him to marry me left for work earlier. I was advised to stop working by my gynecologist because I was extremely big.

We were expecting triplets. The sex I wouldn't know because Ikay said he wanted it a surprise and I agreed with him. One of the few things we agreed upon. These days we disagree on so many things, we actually do not agree on anything after my parents forced him to marry me in his words. He said he was forced and those words hurts me till dates.

I remembered my father whispering something into his ears, and he immediately asked to speak privately with me. My parents reluctantly agreed and I followed him sluggishly out of the board room.

Ikay ranted about how come he wasn't the first to know about the pregnancy, I told him I only found out the previous night.
He went on about how we don't have to be tied together, we could raise the child together without being married, that he has a lot of plan he still hasn't achieved and wants to achieve them, he concluded by saying, having a wife wasn't part of his plans. That statement hurt me so much I kept quiet and starred at my finger not even seeing it properly.

"Don't let your parents force us into this" Ikay held my both shoulder giving it a small shake, expecting a reply from me.

When I did not reply, he said "don't force me into marrying you Eghe, I love you, but don't guilt trip me into marrying you"

My eyes flew up looking him straight in the eyes. That was the first time he was saying the love words to me, it changed so many things inside of me. But then why don't you want to marry me.

"But I don't want to marry you YET" he spelt out.

"My parents knows best" I told him and matched away leaving him to stare at my back.

I was brought out of my reverie by a kick from one of my babies. I rubbed my tummy, and sat up right."shhhhhh" I did.
I just couldn't wait for them to come down and see how beautiful the world is. And I wanted a chance to show them love, shower them with a lot of love since their daddy has refused to be shown love. I wanted to spoil then.

I was my parents only child and I knew my parents couldn't wait too. Ever since my marriage they literally took control of my life and Ikay's. My mom had a say in everything we did and Ikay was irritated by it all..

My parents gave us the west wing of our mansion after our wedding, Ikay wanted to rent a bigger apartment for us but my parents wouldn't hear of it.

"No child of mine would live in a rented apartment when I have a lot of rooms in my mansion befitting for a hundred occupants" my father told him the night of our wedding.

I cried my eyes out before Ikay accepted to stay, he kept saying a wife's place is with her husband and not the other way round. "Once you have your baby Eghe we are leaving this house" he told me that night and stormed out to God knows where. I dreaded the day we were to leave. I couldn't leave this house and stay in the slums with him, I just couldn't. Why is he so hell bent on accepting my parents offers, they just want to help.

When my father promoted him to am executive position in our hotel, that was like the last straw for him, the action made us stop talking to for two days. That was mostly me, because I was tired of his rants. His last words before storming out of the house were.

"You and your parents are taking away my happiness" he stepped far away from me "all my life I wanted to be a chef, I was even disowned by my father for this".

That was the first time he talked about his father, he never said much about his family. The only time was when I stumbled on his mothers and sister's picture back in his little apartment at the outside of town. He told me his parents where in Abuja..

After Ikay left our shared room that night, I cried to my mom.

"Clean your tears Eghe" she told me "do not stress yourself, you're pregnant"

"I know mom, Ikay is no longer himself, he doesn't want our help"

My mother went back to reading her news paper, she wasn't interested in Ikay's discussion. She couldn't mask the facts she didn't want him for me.

"His kind wouldn't last out there, he would come back" my mother informed without even looking at me.

True to my mothers words Ikay returned two nights later, and he has been moody ever since. The cheerful and playful Ikay I knew was gone and replaced with this person. But still I loved him he was the father of my unborn kids and I prayed he comes around after the birth of our kids.

Ikay finally accepted the executive position, I feel just so avoiding me can be easier. Most times he was home when I'm asleep and gone before I was awake. I impulsively rubbed my big tummy.
We could be in this Same house and not see eye to eye for weeks..

The last time Ikay brought up the issues of going to rent our own apartment after the babies come, I pretended to accept, I was tired of our constant quarrels. I wasn't ready to leave the house I have stayed all my life.

I asked him how he was going to take care of I and the triplets if we leave and he nonchalantly replied with "I will provide".

I really didn't like how that sounded and I ain't ready to go live in the slums, the kind of place he left before coming to live in our mansion.

It has been seven months of constant heartache for me. I really didn't know how I coped through it all. Sometimes I wished I never agreed with my parents. But I just couldn't , they were my parents and I needed to stand by their decision. My action would have brought shame upon them, they were knight in our church and getting pregnant out of wedlock was a No No.

The sharp pain I got from my abdomen stopped me from every thought going on in my head. As the pain stopped, I stood up and went to my phone which was resting on my bed stand. I dialed my moms number who was in the other wing of our Mansion.

Mom also stopped going to work ever since I became heavy, and was told I was expecting triplet and needed a lot of help.
"Eghosa how you doing" her sooting voice comforted me from the other end, at least I had my mother.

"I don't feel so good mommy"

"Stay on your bed, I'm on my way" I could pick the anxiety in her voice..

As soon as i dropped the phone another pain erupted, this was worst than the last. This should be it. I felt some slimy liquid substance between my legs.

"Mommy" I shouted. The pain was now unbearable.

My mom was already standing by beside me, she was rubbing my lower back.

"Mommy call Ikay" I said almost in tears.

My mom looking at me in shock replied me in our dialect

"Is that your problem"

"I just want him here, by my side" my breathing no longer coherent.

With no other words, my mom lifted her phone and dialed Ikay's number. Without no pleasantries my mom went straight "your wife wants you now, I guess she is about to go into labor" my mom paused then continued "I will be taking her to lily hospital, come meet us there" and mom ended the call.

Mom and Ikay had been on loggerheads. Mom said she hated his gut's. She said he was too proud for a poor guy.
Sometimes I wondered why Ikay was like that, he had no money but he had the pride of my father.

He should relax a little and see how everything will fall into place. Sometimes my parents(especially my father) were skeptical to help because of his reactions.

My mother lifted me and called the family driver to assist, who eventually drove us to the hospital.
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