Monday Layeni is a rising new adult romance author. She believes in love in capital letters, and she has an ideal man in mind and won't settle for less.
Kenneth Mosely is your self-made man, entrepreneur, writer, and inspirational speaker. You name...
Monday placed her hands on the counter and leaned forward, "I want an-other test."
The chemist breathed deeply, "Okay, then I recommend you try."
"Can you just give it over?"
The woman rolled her eyes and put the packet on the counter, "is that all you need?" The chemist asked with a lopsided smile.
"It's already more than enough. Thank you," Monday paid and left. She rushed back to the apartment and went straight to the toilet. This time, the two lines formed a cross as if to say RIP.
"Monday, is everything okay ?"
Monday opened the door but remained on the toilet, "Luce, can you check this for me? This thing isn't working."
The nurse took the baton, "I think it's working just fine."
"But it says I'm pregnant."
"It says that because you're pregnant, Monday." Luce's eyes grew wide, "ㅡOh my God, you're pregnant," Luce said with the excitement she didn't even try to withhold as she hopped about with the pregnancy test.
"No, non, non, I can't. I can't be pregnant, Luce," Monday said, getting up from the seat."
"Then what are you going to do?"
"IㅡI don't know. I mean, Kenneth and I can't have a baby."
"Why?"
"Because. Monday hadn't told Luce about Kenneth's mental health issues. For her cousin, Monday was having a baby with the man she loved. There wasn't anything to be sad about it. Luce couldn't imagine the turmoil the reality threw Monday in.
"Perhaps you should start by telling Kenneth?"
Telling Kenneth, Luce was definitely out of her mind as if Monday could casually announce her pregnancy to a man who already broke every dogme he made for himself for her. Monday doubted Kenneth would rejoice.
It was her body. She didn't need to tell Kenneth. It wasn't as if he cared, yet Monday wished to know what the man would say if he knew.
"I can't tell him."
"Why?"
"Because Kenneth has a million things to do and take care of. He doesn't need this."
"Monday, that isn't reasonable. You can't just keep him in the dark unless you've already made a decision. Please, don't tell me you want to terminate your pregnancy."
Monday grasped her head, "I don't know, Luce. Please don't ask me questions. I don't know."
Luce grabbed Monday by the shoulders. "You need some rest; you're not thinking straight." She pushed Monday to the living room, "Have a seat. I'll make you eh-, gosh, you can't drink coffee. I'll make you something."
"Don't treat me like a pregnant woman, Luce, abeg."
"But you're pregnant, though," Luce replied with her Cheshire cat grin.
Pregㅡnant
Monday always wondered in what state of mind she would be. Unlike many, she always knew things wouldn't happen in a perfect world-order way for her. She only hoped to be happy, but all she felt then was confusion.
Luce made her oatmeal pancake and a smoothie.
"I'm not hungry."
"Eat a little."
Luce was genuinely happy for her; Monday could read it on her face.
"May I ask you why are you so thrilled?"
Luce sat down and shrugged, "I just think you're lucky. I'll probably be over forty if it ever happens. You're fortunate, Monday. God never makes a mistake, and you know it."
Stuck in her feelings, Monday forgot how selfish she could seem to Luce, but she didn't care. Her face downloaded all her despair.
"Why aren't you happy?" Luce asked.
"Because ㅡI didn't plan this."
Luce slid her head back, "as if planning matters to you. Come on Monday, you're a free spirit."
"Yeah, well, I'm trapped right now. I don't know what to do."
"I should record myself and put it on repeat. TELL HIM," Luce wailed.
"You don't understand. I don't think Kenneth wants children."
"How do you know? Have you spoken about it," Luce asked.
"No, like we've only been officially dating nine months."
"Yeah, and?" Luce asked and sipped coffee.
"Nine months ain't enough, Luce!"
Luce drooped her lips, "Says who?"
"Says the process!"
Luce crossed her arms and leaned back, "ㅡWhat process Monday? We're not in one of your books; again, you're not someone who ever follows instructions." Luce pointed somewhere on her left, "You read the first," then she pointed somewhere on her right, "ㅡand the last instruction before you freestyle through the middle," Luce said as she shook her head from side to side. "You're a panzer through and through. And no, you're not an idiot, but you'll be one if you don't tell the man."
The conversation ended there. Monday kept to herself and avoided exploiting her situation.
Luce, on the other hand, became a mother hen. Her attitude tapped into Monday's nerves. She knew all Luce wanted to do was help, but it had the opposite effect.
Monday suffocated. She was unable to see things clearly. She tried to find Kenneth's book; she wanted to read it, hoping she would find lead. Kenneth's book was untraceable. The only thing that could explain this was the probability of Kenneth using a pen name.
Days passed, and the need to escape became more potent for Monday. Thus, it was in front of the mirror as she observed her silhouette and tried to imagine her round stomach that she made a decision.
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Friends, I don't know what to say. I woke up this morning minding my business, and boom, Monday dropped her bomb.
What do you think she's going to do? Because right now, I won't know until I write it.
Who thinks she's going to tell Kenneth? Please let me know why you believe she will.
Who thinks she won't? I'm burning to know why you believe that.
