Mina The Side Chick Chapter 15
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👩❤️👨 Mina The Side Chick: ❣️
It’s been seven months since my husband mysteriously jumped off the bridge and disappeared. My stomach had grown large again, with just a few more days to go.
Every day, I held my stomach close, promising my baby a future free from misfortune and bad influences like Sandrine, thugs, and other negative elements. I vowed to raise my child in the ways of the Lord.
I sat in the living room with my mother-in-law, watching the movie “Nimbe.” Nimbe’s speech, where he confronted his parents for failing him, stirred guilt within me. I couldn’t help but think of how I had failed my own children, leading to their untimely deaths. I blamed myself for not keeping a closer watch on them and allowing distractions to intervene.
Lost in these thoughts, I suddenly gasped as warm fluid soaked through my clothes, signaling that my water had broken. Excitement and anxiety mixed as contractions intensified. I focused on my breathing, preparing for the imminent birth. Clutching my belly, I felt each tightening with urgency, knowing my body was working to bring new life into the world.
“Mama!!!” I cried out. “It’s time. It’s finally here.”
“Okay, calm down, keep breathing!! I’ll call Stephan to drive us. You know I can’t drive,” she reassured me, grabbing her phone and hurrying upstairs to prepare.
“Are you okay? Breathe in and out. Stephan is on his way,” she continued as she packed my things and readied the car.
Moments later, Stephan arrived. He rushed to assist me as the cramps intensified. I could barely move my legs from the pain. Stephan lifted me gently and carried me to the car. My mother-in-law emerged from the house with a box and a few items, locking the door before joining us in the car.
Stephan drove swiftly, and within minutes, we reached the hospital. He lifted me again and hurried me inside, where a compassionate security guard provided a wheelchair to take me to the ward.
Entering the labor room for the second time, I knew it would be challenging but was prepared for the struggle. Nurses and doctors focused their attention on me, placing me on a bed as labor began.
After 45 minutes of intense effort, the first baby was born, followed shortly by another. Exhausted after the last birth, I struggled to remember what happened next.
Throughout my pregnancy, I had chosen not to undergo an ultrasound to determine the babies’ genders. It felt like a miracle and blessing that I would cherish forever.
Cleaned up and settled in a room with my two sons, I was joined by my mother-in-law, who entered tearfully.
“Thank you, Lord, for these wonderful blessings,” she praised, overcome with joy.
“Oh Mama, I’m so grateful God has given me a second chance to be a mother.”
“And you will be a wonderful one, my darling. You are strong, and I thank God my son had you by his side,” she said, holding my hand gently.
“Look how precious they are!”
“Indeed, God has blessed you, my child. Unlike some people whom karma has caught up with,” she added bitterly.
“Mama, who are you referring to?” I asked.
“Your co-wife’s baby passed away. While you were in labor, she was rushed to the hospital due to an incident this afternoon.”
“Dear Lord! Mama, are you saying that beautiful child is gone?”
“Yes, my daughter. Perhaps God took her back because Sandrine wasn’t capable of being a mother. What kind of mother leaves a child alone in the house, with boiling water and an electric kettle nearby? She was electrocuted, and the hot water spilled on her,” she explained sadly.
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