I decided to pay Mbali a visit at Sanele's house. I didn't want her traveling in her condition, so she didn't take that well, she really cursed me out. She really hates being treated like she's incapable of doing anything. Her words, I quote "I'm pregnant, not diasbled". But, we as in baby daddy, Siya and me can't help it. We love her so much, so we do what she hates the most. Isn't that genuine love people??

Mbali: Fine, this baby is making my life a living nightmare!

Me: Oh come on, don't be dramatic I'm sure it's not that bad.

I say rubbing her now growing bump. She rolls her eyes, her mouth forming a scowl. I know what's next. Some backhanded comment of how I don't know anything since I'm not the one pregnant. Like I don't know that already.

Mbali: Okay wena first time mom, tell me how it is since you seem to be so experienced.

Yeah, she couldn't be more sarcastic with me. I give her a fake smile, with a eye roll.

Me: It's the hormones, and I'll let it slide since you carrying my favourite niece or nephew.

Mbali laughs and shakes her head.

Mbali: its the only one, unless you have other siblings out there who have children, I'm pretty sure it's the only one.

Me: Still my favourite.

Mbali: Since you here, you might as well make yourself very useful and make me some custard pudding... Oh and put some cinnamon in it, everything is on the left shelf, thank you aunty Sino.

She flashes me a sheepish grin, unbelievable. I don't mind doing things for her but she must never make the mistake of mistaking me for Sanele. I stand up from the couch and throw her feet that were resting on my lap over so I can put them back on the sofa.

Me: Ucabanga ukuthi umithiswe yimi wena. (You think I impregnated you)

Mbali: Hao, Not even for your favourite niece or nephew?

Me: Awunamahloni (you have no shem)

She throws her head back and laughs humorously at me. She's really stupid, I love this soul. I couldn't ask for a better sister. She gets up and follows me to the kitchen where she sits on the kitchen island stool and leans on her seat with a hand on her belly.

Mbali: That dick good huh?

Me: What? You know what I'm not going to entertain you right now.

I pull the pot, setting in on the stove then take the ingredients out.

***

I curl my legs on the couch as I flip through the channels, not finding anything interesting to watch. I'm all alone in this big house. I hate it when he leaves for work and I don't even know why, he's not my boyfriend or friend, in fact he's not my anything. Sometimes I feel like a spoiled child. Who even complains about a man they have no feelings for, I don't have feelings for him. Right? Getting bored, I decide to go to his study. I once saw a book collection in there, maybe I'll find some interesting books to read.

His study is neat, organized and smells of vanilla and lavender, Mndeni's scent. Don't ask me how I know that, try living with a man who constantly walks around half naked all day, so I just know. I walk to the shelf full of books put pleasingly in alphabetical order. My fingers run through the books and I take out some of the most interesting books, Hlomu the wife, Mess and Nomhlekhabo the Chosen One. I must say, I didn't paint him out to be the type that reads romantic novels. I was expecting to find some nonfictional books or something.

I carry the books in my arms as I open the door and bump into one hard wall, except it isn't a wall. I stumble back a little and look up to find a hard glare shooting my way.

Snakes: What the fuck are you doing in my study?

He seethes and I look kinda taken back by his tone. Who this nigga think he is, talking to me like that. I admit I invaded his privacy and took his books without his permission but I didn't think that it was a big deal.

Me: I was getting books, sorry here take them back, I would've have taken them if I knew you'd whip about it.

Snakes: Don't ever touch my shit without my permission.

Me: Dick!

I shove the books in his arms forcefully and push past him purposely. I turn to take the stairs and going to my room. I jerk the door open and lock it afterwards. "Who does he think he is?

***

Fuck!!

Honestly, I didn't mean to snap at her like that. I know it's no excuse but I've been pretty stressed out because of work with the Mafia and trying to find that dickhead's ass, James. I'll give it to him, he sure knows how to hide but not for long cause up until now I've been using my sources and IT skills but I think I'll talk to Siya, I don't wanna bother Sanele, he's dealing with a pregnant woman.

I need to apologize to her, but first, I decide to give bafo a call. I take out my phone from my pocket and lean on my desk in the study, crossed legged. It rings twice before he answers.

Siya: Sure Bafo.

Me: I need your help.

Then I tell him all about the asshat James.

This nigga just straight on cussed at me.

Siya: You a fuckhead.

Me: The fuck is that for?

Siya: Its been fucken two months you dickworth, didn't you think we deserved to know about what happens in your life, that's selfish Snakes.

Me: Listen man, you know how I am with my shit right, besides I'm telling you now aren't I?

Siya: Fuck you Snakes, you know that's besides the point, we brothers man, we don't go through shit alone and especially something like this so don't fucken talk bullshit.

Me: Fuck, hade man (sorry), so can we meet?

Siya: Fuck off Snakes man why you gotta treat me like some stranger, what kinda question is that ndoda? 'Nywe nywi nyweet' nx

I actual laugh, like throw my head back and bark into the phone with laughter!

Me: Mxai uyistabane san. (You gay man)

Siya: Mghodoyi ka gay! (Gay's dog)

Me: Tomorrow, at your house. Tell that whipped brother of yours.

Siya: Xap sani (boy)

Me: Sani msunu wakho (a boy is your cunt)

He laughs and hangs up the call. Shithead!

I pour a glass of whiskey and gulp it down, before making my way to my room. I climb the stairs and stop at my door before glancing at her door, contemplating doing it now, fuck how do I apologize again? I go to my room instead and change into casual clothes, after a shower, well change into pants cause I'm not wearing anything upwards.

***

I wrap the towel around my body, taking off the head wrap and striding to the bedroom. I'm about to drop the towel when I hear a knock. I walk to the door, tightening the towel wrapped around my body. I yank the door open and say nothing to him. He just stands there.

Me: Can I help you?

Mndeni: Uhh- the uhm - fuck, earlier - I'm sorry.

He manages to croak out nervously scratching the back of his neck, his muscles move along with his movements. Has this man ever heard of a shirt? I nod looking at down. I could feel his stare at me for a minute. What an apology that was. I get it though, he's probably not used to taking responsibility for the shit he says. Likely for him, I don't hold grudges and he's already forgiven.

Me: Don't think you entitled to talk shit to me again just-

I don't get to finish my sentence, because my lips are locked on with soft yet rough ones. He's kissing me and I don't know what to do. I'm caught off guard with his actions that it doesn't register in my head that he's actually kissing me. Just when he pulls away seeing as I was just staring wide eyed into nothing and not kissing him back. He looks at me for a minute, I can't decipher what he's thinking, his face, blank.

Snakes: I'm sorry.

He blinks, avoiding any eye contact with me.

I don't know what comes over me but my hands grab his wrist pulling him close. I look up at him, without hesitation I smash my lips on his. He doesn't waste any time and kisses me back. His hand snaking around my waist and pulling me even closer to him. I wrap my hands around his neck. Loving the feel of his hands on my bare skin. His lips move passionately with mine. The kiss isn't slow but it isn't rough. I think my heart did a flip.