FAKE LOVE

KAIRA

When we returned home , I wept and made up my mind to meet with Jeff and beg him to save my son without telling him they are his kids maybe he can be helpful.

I was still thinking about how to meet with him and beg him when I received a message that I got the job.

I was so happy that I jumped up happily, I stare at my kids and carry them one after the other and said to them.

“ Mommy got he job! I said happily with so much joy.

Tears of joy ran down my face because I am so glad that there is hope to save my son, I am so happy that I can keep my kids to myself without telling their dad about them.

I was told to check my mail for my employment letter.

I quickly check my mail and I went through all the pay and benefits.

All I need is a month salary and find a way to get loans to pay for my son’s surgery.

I flash back to how my dad threw me out inside the rain after Jeff flee.

I was thrown out by my dad then two years ago when he found Jeff his driver in my bed with me, he saw us in bed together so we couldn't deny nothing happened. Jeff left and never came back and I was thrown out of the house because my dad was so ashamed of me.

I could remember vividly how my stepmom had pleaded on my behalf but my dad never listened,he held my hand and threw me out of his gate and told his securities never to let me in again. I pleaded, I knocked on the gate, I stayed up till the following day in the rain thinking he would listen to me and forgive me but instead, he drove past me the second day.

When I finally realized I will never be accepted again by my dad, I left and went to the bank and withdrew the little I had in my bank account to get myself an apartment. After getting myself another apartment, I had no money again, I went back to my dad's company to plead with him but he still doesn't want to see me or listen to me.

I accepted my fate and started searching for jobs, I got a job then I discovered I was pregnant.

At first I wanted to get rid of the pregnancy and went to the hospital. The gynecologist counsel me not to get rid of the baby that kids blessings from God.

I told the gynecologist , I have made up my mind to get rid of the pregnancy but as she was about to begin to help me get rid of the baby, I changed my mind and agreed to keep the baby.

Five months later, I discovered I was carrying four babies, at first I cried and regretted not getting rid of the babies but accepted my fate. Since then I have been struggling hard to raise some money which I used in getting a better apartment and some babies things.

I was able to do all of those things when my belly wasn't big, immediately my tummy became big no one wants to employ me again.

One of the days I will never forget was when my stepmom and stepsister denied me while in labour and pains in a groceries store.

I had gone to pick some fruits for myself at the groceries with my heavy belly with a heavy heart and fear of raising four kids, I was also crying on that day when I began to have contractions but I try not to show the pains.

I stop picking whatever I was picking and wanted to leave the groceries store when my water broke.

I look down to my feet as my water drip down to my feet and look around if anyone noticed the water dripping down my feet.

I could see no one noticed and I quickly walk towards where sanitary pads are to pick one pack and my contraction became stronger and I paused and scream out.

" Ouch! Ouch!! I screamed trying to breath in and out and some women run towards me and came to help me.

" Are you alright? The women in the groceries store rushes to me and asked if I was okay and I shake my head and still in pains.

" The baby is coming" I said in pains and tears began to drip down my face.

The women helped me to sit on one of the chairs but I couldn't sit, I sat on the ground and spread my legs, breathing in and out.

I could see the grocery store owner calling the ambulance for me.

I couldn't even explain my pain at that moment.

I was still in pain when my stepmom and stepsister came in, I could hear their voices as they came in and it made me quickly look up and I was happy my stepmom who always dotted on me will come to help me but she shocked me on this very day.

Both my stepmom and stepsister just peeped and looked at me from head to toe.

They both peeped and our eyes met, I was going to say " Mom" and the way she glare daggers at me scared the hell at of me while my stepsisters eyed me.

I burst into tears, no one knew why I was crying, they thought I was crying because of the pains I was through but I was crying because I was denied by my stepmom who had always dotted on me in the presence of everyone, the same stepmom who was pleading with my dad not to throw me out, the same stepmom whom my stepsister had always fought with for showing me too much of love.

Does it means all the love she has been showing to me was all fake? If it was my stepsister Stephanie who had done that to me then, I wouldn't be surprised because she never loved me, she thinks everyone loves me and feels she deserves to be the heiress of my dad's company.

I can't even begin to mention things she has done to me to make me cry, she made me broke my engagement because she seduces my ex fiancée's to bed even though my ex came pleading but I made it clear to him that it was over between us.

I have been accused wrongly many times for things she would purposely do wrongly so that I get punished and when I try to explain myself, no one ever believes me but seeing my stepmom ignoring me in this kind of situation hurts me.

I watch both mother and daughter take selfie while they look back at me and mock me and my condition.

The Ambulance arrived and the nurses from the Ambulance came out to help me into the Ambulance.

I was taken to the nearest hospital and wheeled into the ward.

The midwife came in and out on hand gloves. She checked me and said I was 8cm dilated.

She asked that I get scanned and she could see I had Quadruplets inside my tummy and she said I can't have the kids alone that I will have to go for cesarean section.

I was wheeled into the theatre and I was operated. My kids was taken out of me. I was stitched back and taken back to the ward.

After a while my babies were brought to me and I could see just three from my babies.

I manage to sit to count my kids and they were just three, three girls , I was so worried and became restless.

A nurse came in and came to check on me.

" Please ma, My babies are four but I am seeing just three babies, did any of my baby died? I asked worriedly.