Finding Contentus

Chapter 136: Terms and Conditions

Genesia and Neosa exchanged looks. "What did you see from what we saw in our Impulse dream?" They asked.

"That's the thing, we can't remember," Ramela and Ramoth said.

Ramela patted her hand over her sister-in-law's, adding to Essenia's protection. She walked towards Genesia, propping herself on the desk to sit next to him, flicking her wavy hair.

"Think of a dream. A dream where the memories of said dream disappear upon awakening," she said poignantly before leaning in to plant a deep kiss on his lips. "A dream where my memory of you was just... gone, as if you never came into existence."

"A dream you forget the second you wake up. You know that you saw things in the dream. You just can't remember what the fuck you saw." Ramoth had crafted fire on one of Genesia's dreadlocks absentmindedly.

Genesia snuffed it out before it could spread, not bothering to show irritation, given how he could never avoid his brother-in-law's antics. His feelings towards Ramoth were mixed, to say the least. He couldn't really judge him either like the cover of a book, or the pages of a book since Ramoth would either change the cover, or change the pages of the book for the fun of it, keeping Genesia guessing at all times, rarely able to get an accurate read on him and his thought process that was so jarring and sporadic it frankly made his head dizzy as though he was an alcoholic.

Genesia frowned. Remember me, Geney. Gene replayed his daughter's request, letting it inhale and exhale in his disorientated head like a pair of lungs that would never stop breathing. He had to take a shuddering breath himself to reignite his regular breathing pattern.

Neosa looked troubled. Don't forget me, Neokey. Neo made sure her son's request kept burning and burning in her head, fanning the flames of remembrance to never breathe it's final breath. Her nostrils flared in the midsts of her engulfing large chunks of oxygen.

Before either could speak, Musa entered the room. Ramiya stuck to him like she was fearful of never getting to hold him again.

"Alla hi!" Ramoth spread his arms wide and struck, lifting his little sister and twirling her on the spot before putting her down. "My favorite pair of lovemambos! Moo moo! My little cow! Any news? Is my niece in there yet?"

All eyes were on her. Ramiya sighed. "Alla ho..." She nodded, albeit with a slight blush like she had been caught red handed in some scandalous affair.

"Alla ha, finally. My patience was on thin..." She tilted her head at Genesia. "You used that analogy already?"

"Ah," Genesia answered.

Ramela looked back at her sister. "My patience had run out like a tap without water. Excellent Gypti name for the firstborn." Her eyes honed in on Musa, her prized pupil, her dreamy brother. "I would have expected you to have given your first child a Shona name instead of your second. Tinashe for God's Chosen, was it?"

Musa nodded. "I was born and raised, as Gypti, before I learned, to be Shona. Names should not be confined by culture, or ethnic group." He looked pointedly at Ramela's stomach. "Or race."

"Quite right." Ramela smiled eagerly, staring at her freshly conceived niece, watching her in her current form. The ball of cells had attached itself to its mother's uterine wall to begin its embryonic stage. "Nakiah for Purity." Ramela locked onto her sister's eyes. "I'm glad. This has long been overdue."

Ramiya sat down with her hands on her lap, back upright and chin lifted. "It has." She wasn't going to deny it. Hathor's desire for a child had been nagging her to the point of frustration, like feeling a battalion of cow horns stabbing away at her uterus.