Chapter 100: Chapter 100

A few days later,

My father had gone back home but my mum stayed with me as well as Andrew's mum!.

I have two lovely women by my side taking good care of me.

I'm still in the hospital and Andrew hasn't shown up!. He is nowhere to be found.

This isn't easy for me to take. I have lost two great people in my life, my baby and Andrew, her father.

I'm laying in a hospital bed, with lots of questions poping into my mind.

I can't take this anymore, I can't be keeping quiet over his bad behaviour.

"Why is Andrew acting like a coward?."

I suddenly seat up on the bed yelling and fuming in wrath.

Still, struggling to comprehend Andrew's behaviour, I have been contemplating over it, for quite some time now, and it makes no sense to me.

"I'm the one who carried the baby in my womb for seven good months. All the throwing up, fatigue, nausea...etc, I was the one feeling it and it wasn't funny at all. I was practically under bondage for these past months.

Now, I don't understand how Andrew gets to abandon me, the mother of the child in this critical times. Does he knows how it feels to lose a baby you have been connected with for several months?. No, I don't think he knows..."

I cry out freeing up my mind as I express my bitterness.

"Don't take active conclusions girl. Wait until he gets back and you both will discuss over this?."

My mum consoles me.

I chuckle, mocking at myself.

"As usual, he leaves when I need him most and I have to wait until he gets back!. I'm tired of having to deal with all this shit by myself!. I'm done!. He can go to hell for all I care!."

I yell with tears rushing down my cheeks like a precipitate.

"Just forget about him!. Concentrate on your self and your healing!."

Andrew's mum walks closer to me with her sweet words. I hostile flinch and she steps back stunned by my reaction.

"I can't!. I won't pretend like everything is okay. I know that's what you want me to do but sorry! I can't!.” Even if I want, I can't forget about him right now nor ignore his stupid behaviour!. That means forgetting about our baby. our baby!. Not my baby!."

I yell again.

My mum gets suck of my awful mood. She moved back and takes a seats on the couch starting at me yelling. She knows I'm uncomfortable, so she waits until I get tired.

While Andrew’s mum steps back very worried too, seating next to my mum and they, both observe me.

They seat quietly without without saying a word. I notice their weird glance of disappointment fix on me.

This makes me keep quiet for a couple of minutes.

Yet, I can't hold it in me. I feel like my heart wants to burst.

"Or is Andrew in any way trying to blame me for what happened to our child?."

I add, in a very the low tone now.

Andrew's mum feels really bad and guilty of her son's dumb behaviour. She moves closer to me with a dismal glance.

"Don't say such. He has no right to blame you and above all, you aren't going to give him the chance to!. Okay?.”

She seats by me and cuddles me as she speaks.

"Try and focus on your self. Forget about Andrew. He is a big boy he will take care of himself!."

She keeps cuddling me.

"Okay?."

She adds, staring at me.

"I will try!.".

I nod at her

"Good girl!. Do it!"

She exclaims.

Then the doctor enters the room.

"We just received your final test results, everything is fine with you. Your womb isn't damage. So you can normally bear children though you might face some difficulties as well as you might not face any. It all depends on the development and how well you take your treatments. More to this, you can leave the hospital tomorrow!."

with that,

"Thank you, doctor!."

They exclaim. With that said, he leaves.

"At least something good for the day!."

I wearily exclaim.

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The next day,

We are parking out of the hospital. Deep within my heart I hope to see Andrew come to help me park out of the hospital in vain.

He didn't, and this actually hurts me.

I don't know what I have done to deserve this.

Andrew's mum called for one of the drivers to come to pick us at the hospital. Which was quick.

Now we are on our way home.

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I enter this mansion which is so beautiful and vast. Yet, all I can feel is pains. It remains me of everything and more to that of Andrew.

Meanwhile, I need to forget about him and move on with my life.

They notice the sorrowful look which cracks on my face as soon as we entered the house.

I turn to my mum pleading on her, saying...

"Please, Mum, can you take me home with you?."

I plead, seriously not wanting to stay in this house, not even for a day.

She gets cool feet.

"Sorry Grace, I can't!."

She quickly exclaims...

I get stunned by her reply. She has always wanted me to come back home.

"And why not?."

I ask

"My daughter is a fighter!. I won't let you run away from your reality. First, you need to solve all your issues, here before you get back to us. I don't want you to great anything in future. Thanks to the heavens, you have a very good job".

She speaks with lots of admiration.

"You are a CEO of big company!. So chill and be that boss lady I know!."

She shrieks with a smile on her face.

Then she keeps on advising me and this really motivates me.

"Don't give up, on all that you have been fighting for. Yes!. I can understand that you want to leave this house and I have no issues with that!. But I won't let you run away from your reality. Life isn't easy, my girl and you need to fight and always fight harder cause it never stops. Your challenges will end ones you will be dead and buried!."

She talks

I don't know what to tell her. I just nod at her with my sorrowful face.

"Your Mother is right. Don't leave without fighting!. Then if in the process of fighting, you notice that it is not worth fighting, then you can quit!. Not only quit but quit with no regrets and with your head right up!."

Andrew's mum adds.

I just nod at them.

"What should I do?. Stay and fight for a man who gots nothing to do about how I feel. What if I end up wasting my time?. Is it worth trying!."

I get lost in my thoughts.

I get up from my seat.

"Excuse me, I'm going upstairs!."

With that, I leave.

And I move to the baby's room.

Tears start rushing down my cheeks.

I close the door behind me and I lay down on the floor.

Staring at the stuff Andrew and I bought for the baby.

A baby that does exist!.