Will Our Love End?
THE WRITER
DAISY YAWSON
WILL OUR LOVE END?
Three years ago
He had his briefs down and had spread my legs but he stopped.
“What is it?”
“The condom.”
“Urghh. Let’s do it without it” I tried convincing him.
He kissed my already parted lips.
“Wait for me, yeah, I will be back.”
I pulled him back down forcefully.
“Just finish it. You don’t have to cum in me.”
He thought briefly about it and we went ahead with it. Not regretting anything till news came out from my very own mouth about my pregnancy.
That day, he cursed and kicked anything he saw in my room. Scared out of my head, I had called him from work.
He rushed to my hostel thinking the worst but he was received with much worse news.
“When did you find out?”
“This morning.”
I showed him the pregnancy stick in my hand.
“Look, if this is a prank you better stop.”
I almost called him a fool.
“I am pregnant with your child, Kwame. You failed in the pull-out method. Remember?”
He scratched his already messy hair.
He’s been working for a relative at the moment and had no real job and hitting him with the news hmmm. It was a fireball for him.
Since then, we argued constantly.
Sometimes with me at the verge of tears. We were angry at ourselves. How stupid we’ve been about this whole sex thing. One night he asked me.
“Are you going to get rid of it?” His angry face said it all. He didn’t want our baby.
“Are you going to be a part of it if I said no?”
“It’s complicated. A baby on the way, Sika. If you want to keep him it’s fine but I can’t guarantee that kind of support. I mean financially. I will help in whatever way I can but it’s going to be hard for both of us. I’m being sincere.”
A flicker of hope shone in my eyes. He wanted the baby.
I was glad but the baby cost our relationship. We separated and focused on the child.
On the day of delivery, he came with his parents and a friend.
He provided all the support I would need. Mum kept glaring at him till he finally sent him out of my ward. I wanted him there but my mum had the gut to send him out when I was in so much pain.
Hours later when Aria was born, I stared absentmindedly at her. I didn’t know what to think. She was a carbon copy of Kwame.
“Congratulations,” a nurse said
I regained my posture and asked my mum.
“Mum, where’s Kwame”
“Relax, hun. You just gave birth.”
“Mum, please get me Kwame.”
She hesitated no more, and asked someone to bring him in before excusing herself.
He looked pale from seeing Aria and asked me.
“How do you feel?”
“I’m fine. Wont you say anything about your child?”
He looked nervous for a second.
“She’s beautiful”
I burst into tears.
“She looks so much like you, Kwame. How will I cope with this?”
He took her from me gently and kissed her forehead.
“You will do just fine, Sika. I know you will. Let’s leave the love we once had behind and focus on her. She deserves that much from us.”
I wiped my tears. He was right. I had to get a hold on myself. He kissed my forehead.
“Well done,” he said.
To date, I never really forgot about that day. Nor every other time he pulled my pants down.
Present moment
Ring, ring
“Baby girl! Whatsup?”
I got up from my bed.
“Spencer! Is that you?”
“Yes, girl,” he said, laughing.
“Oh, my word! Spence, I missed you,” I confessed genuinely.
“I missed you too. I called your mum asking about you yesterday. Did she tell you?”
“No, but you called today.”
“I did. How is Aria?”
“She’s fine.”
We talked about other things before he told me this.
“Sika, I think your mum thinks we are dating.”
I was silent for a moment. “I’m sorry about that. You know the situation with Kwame and her. It seems unending to me. How can I be with him when mum is always giving him troubles?”
“Sika. Do you still have feelings for him?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Why do I feel it’s about money?”
He read through me.
“Sika, I will advise you to go back to him and fix your relationship if you really do love him. Does he not give you money every month?”
“He does,” I said feeling guilty.
“If you don’t mind, how much?”
“Close to gh2000 a month.”
He was shocked.
“Sika. You’re telling me he gives you close to 2000 a month for the child?”
“Yes!”
“And he repairs fridges?”
‘Yes!”
“Sika. I reserve my comment until I see you.”
We ended the phone call briefly.
Not many fathers will pay that much for their kids. Fact was Kwame gives me more than that but I had to lie for my sake.
It’s either I was being immature to go back to him, or his words from three years ago never left my mind.
Pondering over what Spencer said, I concluded that the fault was not from me but from Kwame. He was the one who didn’t want to be with me and always pushed me away.
It was clear after I had Aria.
After a month, I made it known to Kwame I wanted to find a new place to go with Ari but he wouldn’t listen.
He moved out instead so I could bring Ari over. His reason being that, my parent’s place was safe for our child but if he moved instead, Ari can be with him for some days and so he moved out of his old place with his sister to a safer and cleaner environment.
Everything was fine until I was invited to a late-night party at my employer’s house.
Will Our Love End?
THE WRITER
Daisy Yawson is a young Ghanaian writer and a student at the University of Professional Studies.
She likes writing and watching reality shows.
WILL OUR LOVE END? Happens to be her first story on The Guest Writer series.
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