Miss Chubby

BONUS CHAPTER 1

BIRTH OF THE QUADS

I really hoped this pregnancy would be smoother than the last one but I guess it was all wishful thinking. Honestly carrying more than 3 babies shouldn't be legal. Look at how big and round I am. I am annoyed by everything, even, no, especially Kuhle's breathing. At timed I have difficulties breathing and he just gets to breath easily like these aren't his kids. He should suffer like I am. It's not fair. Men should also experience pregnancy, not just those stolen hormones on rare occasions.

“You seem to have a lot on your mind, preggie. You didn’t even hear me walk in.” my father’s voice snap me out of my thoughts and I roll my eyes.

I am currently admitted at the royal hospital awaiting for my scheduled C-section. We couldn’t take chances with home birth because quads are a really special case. What’s worse is that I am giving birth to them at the 7 month. There has been a lot of complications with my pregnancy. I have actually been in and out of the hospital regularly for the past three months. Sometimes I hate my ancestors for these multiple pregnancies. They are too much.

“What brings you here?” I ask and he chuckles, sitting on the couch and unbuttoning his blazer. Rather too smart for someone who has a daughter who is about to go into labour.

“Your father in law and I are on duty for operation BRING FOUR COUSINS HOME.” I chuckle. That’s the name Mahle gave my babies after she found out that I will be having 4 children all at once. She was like ‘like the four cousins?’ and since then everyone calls them four cousins.

“Where is your buddy?” I ask sitting back and groaning a bit. After recovering from this birth, I am definitely hitting the gym. I am even ashamed to mention the number of kilos I gained during my pregnancy. Kuhle, however, doesn’t seen anything wrong with the weight I gained. He is obsessed with my boobs, thighs and ass. Pervert.

“Having a child after 50 years shouldn’t be legal. That man is acting like a love sick idiot. He has turned into a softie and every time someone mentions the younger twins, he grins like a lunatic.”
“I heard that.” the king announces his arrival and we laugh at him.

“I wasn’t gossiping.” My father defends himself. These two are friendship goals. Imagine having a true friend who doesn’t fear you or respects you too much, even though you’re the Zulu king and well known. I would want to be that kind of a leader. Have true friends surrounding me who won’t be afraid to point out my mistakes and guide me to the right path.

“What did you bring for me?” I enquire and he gives me a blank look.
“Was I supposed to bring something?” he asks sitting across his friend.

“That’s what you do when you visit someone in hospital. It’s tradition. You have to bring them food, fruits and flowers. Which of the three or all of them.” Dad clarifies and the king clears his throats.

“I will have one of the guards buy something for you.” he responds.
“Don’t worry. I will ask Jabu to bring her something.” Dad states, taking out his phone and tapping on it for a few moments before putting it back in his pocket.
“How are you feeling?” the king asks and I give him a fake smile and shrug.

“I am not someone who fears things easily. During my first pregnancy, I was unbothered. I was just happy to give birth to my cuties. But now I am scared as fuck. I have watched testimonies and read some from women who have birthed quads. Many of them are scary. There was this woman who gave birth naturally. She nearly died but the two to come last didn’t have the same fortune. She lost them two days after delivery. I know our ancestors are strong and they are always looking after me, but I am scared. It’s crazy but I have formed an attachment with these tiny humans inside of me and losing one of them would kill me inside.”