Chapter 46

Cushane's pov

Shanty's wedding was a blast and I'm still reeling from having so much fun, I had no idea there were so many ways to enjoy oneself being a christian, I had once thought it would be dull and boring. Outside of church we live a normal life, carrying ourselves in a reputable manner and still living life to the fullest. I wasn't short of brethren and sisthren to talk to and I always have something to occupy my time when I'm not at work. I feel accepted, respected and needed. My life feels full and complete, all that I've been through seems far gone and I'm basking in the knowledge of the lessons learnt.

I smile at my wife and got up then walk to the dining table where she was setting down plates of deliciously smelling food. I took the empty tray from her hands and carry it into the kitchen, where I took up the large jug of passion juice and brought it to the table. Christopher, Karly and their children came to join us at the table and we ate together as a family, peaceful and happy. I have a gorgeous wife who cooks the most delicious meals and is everything I've ever wanted in a whole man and more.

At church the following Sunday, an elderly man called Mr. Moses asked to be baptized during the sharing of testimonies. Shanty's eldest daughter Tashieka began to sing and I witnessed the strangest thing. "I want to make heaven my home... I don't want to labor in vain... heaven my home... Lord, help me to make it in...' she sang and Mr. Moses appeared to be moved by the spirit.

Knowing my duties as a minister I now am, I got up to ensure the elderly man didn't lose his balance and fall. Upon reaching near him I felt myself begin to float as if I was lifted from off the ground, I began shaking and felt that I was in the spirit so I began to worship the creator. The words uttering from my lips were new to my ears, yet I was telling the Almighty that I'm thankful. I step back and was myself again, but when I look to where Mr. Moses is he was still in the spirit. Many people in the church was moving in the spirit, but Lamais stood near the rostrum upon the pulpit with her hands spread to the heavens with a fixed look on where Mr. Moses was dancing away in the spirit.

"Oh glorrrryyyy!" Bro Kirkland shouted a short distance away from Mr. Moses.

I was suddenly aware that the singing had stopped and the church had gone completely silent. The silence lasted for about thirty seconds before Lamais began uttering in tongues, the whole church seems as if it was shaking but a few seconds later I realized it was only me. She seem to be speaking to some unseen force beside Mr. Moses and then it was as if I was on fire, moving in the spirit along with majority of the brethens and sistrens in the church. I began to jump as I hold myself in a controlled way, so as not to embarrass or cause any private part of my body to be exposed.

Mr. Moses was dancing and I have never seen an elderly man like him dance so energetically, it seems to cause the others to be even more active in the spirit as well as myself. Then I look up and saw Lamais, beautifully adorned in a aqua blue ankle length flowy dress that matches the shirt I was wearing under my jacket. She was rocking as if in a trance with her eyes focused on Mr. Moses, if I didn't know better I would have been jealous and I smile at my thought feeling my heart overflowing with love.

Shanty and her children joined us for dinner that evening, it was a comfortable atmosphere as we ate, do the dishes and then I peer off with the males to play domino, whilst Lamais went off with the females out through the back door. Two hours later Shanty leave with her children, Christopher and his family lounge in the living room watching tv and I went upstairs behind Lamais.

"I'll be in the living room," I pause to tell her as we turn in separate directions.

"Okay dear," she responds as she continues to walk towards our bedroom.

Lamais's pov

Being pregnant makes me feel strange and I'm trying in earnest to act normal. I am excited and afraid at the same time, having a child is a serious responsibility one I will never take lightly. I peek out of my bedroom and see Cushane sitting on the couch with his left foot plopped up on an ottoman, he was watching the tv and I couldn't see his face from where I stood. I truly love him and I hope he will love me forever, on that thought I move away from the doorway and went about setting up the bathroom to surprise him.

I pretended to be asleep while Cushane move about quietly inside the bedroom, he then went inside the bathroom and I stopped my breath. I listened intently until I heard a soft "ohhh," I clamp my eyes shut as I heard his soft footfalls coming back out and into the bedroom. His cologne scent perpetuated my nostrils with every breath I take and I could feel him standing over me. There was a play of light behind my close eyelids and I opened my right eye first to peek when I heard him walk off.

With a deep intake of breath I sigh contentedly, I listened to the shower for a while then I drift off in sleep. I moan from pleasure and begin to wine frantically, the pleasure stopped abruptly and I groan in disappointment wanting it to commence again. As I opened my sleep filled eyes Cushane's silhouette was above me and I became fully aware of his hands touching me intimately all over my body. There was no time to think before he was between my thighs and entering me.

"Hmmm," I moan softly feeling his huge length vying for domain of my vagina.

I clutch unto the sheet and bite down on my bottom lip as my lower regions began to get pounded, the more I wine from the intense pleasure tinge with pain was the more Cushane was wining and thrusting away up inside me. His unintelligible babblings of sex made me climax shuddering and I bounce on him matching his every stroke. I love it and I am enjoying it. I allow him to widen my legs even more as he thrust long and deep until he begins to pommel up inside me to his release. He groans satisfactorily whilst massaging my thighs affectionately, then we freshen up and went to sleep cuddled up.

The tantalizing aroma of food wake me up from my sleep, I blink and sat up rubbing away the sleep out of my eyes. "Good morning my love," Cushane's sweet masculine voice states just before a loving noisy peck was placed on my forehead.

"Morning honey," I say then cover my mouth as I yawn widely.

"Thought I should make sure my beautiful expecting wife, have her most important meal of the day. Do enjoy," he says whilst pulling aside the curtain to let in the morning light.

Then he turn and look at me. "Thank you, I appreciate it," I say barely above a whisper with hopes that this was infact how a conversation of this sort should be going.

He lean his head to the left before saying. "You're more than welcome."

I gaze at him a bit then he smile his famous lopsided smile and walk off into the bathroom, I ate all the fried green plantains and cabbage and salt fish. It was delicious and I sip the mint tea delicately, I feel blessed and highly favored. I belched and yawn getting to my feet upon hearing the front grill opening, from my window I see the children going out through the gate. I smile they were so respectful, I couldn't ask for a better family. I walk out to the living room so as to give my husband some space to get dress for work, then went and bathe to start my day as soon as he leaves for work.

Shanty was in the kitchen eating when I got there, she informed me that Karly had gone next door to put things in place for the work men coming in that morning. The phone rang and she took it up and answered, whilst I opened the cupboards to get some dried herbs to brew some of my famous concoctions. I turn at the mention of prison ministry and my eyes locked with Shanty's, she finish up the phone call with.

"I'll have to confirm and get back to you Ms. Graham, thanks for calling.

I cleared my throat seeing Shanty staring down into her plate with her mouth twisted in a frowning manner, she look at me shaking her head then say. "I don't like to swear but I swear it's because of the incident with Nicole why the Pentecostal church leaders have assigned you to prison ministries, for three months."

"I take it it's Fort Augustus?" I asked her already feeling unwilling to go.

She nods and answer. "Yes ma'am."

"Call them and find out when I'm to start, I'll be in the outside kitchen," I tell her, gather up the herbs and my personal phone and went out through the back door.

Lord, please help me to be vigilant in all matters, help me to be strong, focus, unfazed and tolerant. Give me a willing, undettered heart to go to minister in Fort Augustus prison and send your mightiest angels before to ensure my safety. Heavenly father, I know my journey through life won't be always easy and evil snares may be set for me, therefore I beseech thee to fight my battles for me. Especially the unseen ones and all dark forces that exist and are set against me.

The gate opened and I was taken from my silent prayer, Christopher came in carrying a bag and greets me through the open window. "Good morning Lamais."

"Good morning Christopher," I respond and wave at Karly who came into view from the side.

They stopped by Shanty who came out of the house with a couple of my robes on her arm and I heard the mention of prison ministries. Shanty was obviously bringing them up to date, a unified "mi going wid har," from the couple was uttered loudly and I smile and continue to do what I am doing. Guess I won't be going with just Shanty and Bro. Kirkland.

To be continued...