Water

I was in my last trimester precisely the end of my eighth month and I was constantly tired or hungry. Jake had been exceptionally well behaved, caring no, over caring and acting husbandly these last one and a half months that it was too good to be true. I was scared that the walls I had built around my little heart coupled with a tough exterior were beginning to crumble down brick by brick. He was doing all the right things that I was beginning to find excuses to upset him so that he could just leave and maybe I could now focus on my life and the baby. All the tactics I tried, to make him leave weren't working and he just proved his point that he was not nudging an inch no matter what I did. I have been stirring up minor, trivial, and petty fights just to see how far he is willing to go or put up with my madness.

The lowest I sank in this war was when he curiously asked if I knew the name I was going to give the baby. It was a pretty simple question that required just a simple answer but my foul mouth could not stop spitting and spewing anger, frustration, annoyance, and bitterness all at once. I replied, "What do you care? I might as well name him Rapist's Son or even better betraying boyfriend's brother! Why does it matter to you anyway? You have better things to worry about like your prestigious construction company. Leave me to handle my problems alone."

As I looked at his bewildered expression I thought I had finally achieved my goal of sending him away but his expression changed suddenly from shock to concern all at once and he did the only thing that tore me down into a crumbling, pathetic wreck with unstoppable streams of tears and heart-shattering sobs. He came and hugged me so tightly saying sweet nothings as he soothingly rubbed his hands on my back. At that moment I knew in my feeble heart that he was here to stay.

Within this one and a half months a lot of things had happened. I think Jake and Paps have become best of friends as they have been constantly texting and laughing over funny memes like little girls talking about boys. Also, I don't know how it happened but it's like Jake moved into my apartment as he is always here even when I request to be alone for a while he would threaten me that if he left my side even for a while, Paps would sure have his head on a platter. Jake has become my personal chauffeur, chef, and messenger all in one. I think Jake enjoys our evening walks to the shops as this is where I get to see his carefree side. I also enjoy the walks too as I have gotten to learn many more things about him. The hotel project is going on exceptionally well and in two months' time, we will launch it officially.

Jake and I also managed to get Zoey and Marcus to reconcile. Those two are madly in love with each other than they are letting everyone believe. It was pretty easy to get those two together. Jake came up with the idea to prank them that I had gone into premature labor and that he wasn't around to take me to hospital and I was all alone in the apartment. Within the hour, they had rushed to my apartment only to find Jake and I seated playing a game of Jenga. As they were still arguing about why we pranked them and why either one of them was there, we excused ourselves and locked the door with the only condition of opening it was if they reconciled and made up. That afternoon Jake and I went for a drive two hours away in Kiambu and enjoyed the green, lush, aesthetic, scenic view of the tea plantations and coffee plantations. When we came back four hours later, our two favorite persons were seated on the couch close together watching the Big bang theory laughing out loud with no care in the world. We had achieved our goal with those two.

Presently, I was on the couch watching a soap opera as Jake furiously typed on his laptop. He was deeply engrossed into boss mode until I felt a sharp shooting pain on my back and lower abdomen and I exclaimed loudly. Jake rushed to my side in a minute and as he helped me up on my feet, my water broke.