The secret babies

ONE

When the bus came to a halt at her stop, Abigail rose to her feet, reached for her old leather suitcase that was by her seat and made her way out of the vehicle, leaving a few passengers in it.

As the bus drove away, She stood still, closed her eyes and inhaled the fresh warm breeze. She had missed her home, the famous Buxton town.

After what felt like forever, Abby continued her journey to her home which was not that far from the bus stop. She returned the greetings of some familiar faces and also stopped for a few seconds to say Hi to some little children who couldn't stop staring and smiling at her. Even though her heart was heavy due to the fact that she was still trying to process the news about her pregnancy, she greeted the children with a kind smile then continued her journey.

When Abby got to her house, She opened the small wooden gate and entered. Scanning through everywhere, she noticed the environment was pretty much the same since her last visit.

A chocolate brown bungalow house with a short white wooden fence and gate that separated her home from that of their neighbours. Short grasses in the front yard with a pathway in the middle, leading to the front door. She loved her home; It was very quiet, cosy and neat.

Abby played with her fingers as she waited patiently for her mom to open the door after she had knocked twice.

Sarah expected whoever was at the door to be anyone else but her daughter.

"Abigail?!" She voiced out, shocked, but happy to see her only child.

Tears welled up in Abigail's eyes and she tried to keep them at bay. "Hi mum," She pulled her mother into a hug.

"I missed you so much, princess." Sarah returned her daughter's hug.

"Missed you too, mum." She managed to say with the lump in her throat.

“Mum, you look lean. Haven’t you been taking your medications?" She asked when she pulled away from the hug and took in her mother's appearance.

Abby was almost her mother's height and they looked very much alike. While she was putting on a knee-length dress, her mother was in a long blue dress with her hair parked in a ponytail. Even in sickness, you could see how beautiful the 44-year-old woman was. Abigail definitely inherited her beauty from her mum.

“I take them regularly, my dear. I guess it's normal for me to lose weight with my condition. Why don’t you bring your suitcase in and tell me how you've been doing.” Sarah completed.

She opened the door wider for Abigail to come in which she did after picking up her suitcase. Sarah locked the door behind her daughter and joined her in the living room.

Their house was small but comfortable for them. A two-bedroom bungalow with a bathroom down the hallway, a kitchen, living room and a very small corner which served as their dining room.

There was nothing much in the living room. Just a Sofa, two single couches, a television set, an air conditioner that was no longer working which was why they had an old standing fan that stood at the edge corner of the living room and a couple of pictures framed on the wall.

They own the house so they had no rent burden as it was inherited by Sarah's late husband, Ben.

Sarah took a seat beside her daughter on the Sofa. She knew something was wrong with the sudden visitation. She took Abigail's hand in hers. "What is it, my dear?"