OUT OF LOVE

ABOVE IMAGINATION

Zendeya POV

chapter four

As the haze of anesthesia begins to wear off, shifting slightly on the hospital bed, looking to my right to see Aunty Christna. I try to call out to her, but the pain around my belly is overwhelming, and I can feel the stitches. "Aunty, Aunty Christna, I'm in pain," I manage to say, my voice weak and strain

Aunty Christna's face lightning up with a bright smile as she rushes to my side. "Zendeya, you're awake!" she exclaims, hugging me tightly. "Thank God, you've finally recovered!" I feel a little bit of relief wash over me as she holds me.

Just then, knock at the door, it's a nurse as she enters the room, her face fill with a warm smile. "Good morning, Zendeya, how are you feeling today?" she asks gently. trying to open my mouth to respond, but overwhelm with emotions. The nurse notices and quickly adds, "I have some wonderful news for you: congratulations, madam you have a beautiful baby girl!"

screaming with joy and pray to God, tears streaming down my cheeks as the reality of my situation sinks in. I feel a profound sense of responsibility for this tiny life, and the absence of Vandam looms large in my mind.

A midwife entering the room with a baby, handing her to Aunty Christna. Aunty Christna smiles placing the baby in my arms, as I marvel at her delicate features and soft cry. In this moment, all fear and doubt seem to fade away, replaced by an instinctual love that surges through me. I name her Iya.

Hours passing, my brain scrambling . thinking about Vandam and try reaching out to him, dialing his number, but the line seems to be off ,not going through. I continue to try several times, but he's not reachable. Tears well up in my eyes as I hold my baby close to my chest.

I begin to think about how the journey of motherhood will be without Vandam. Aunty Christna steps close holding my hand, whispering words of wisdom in my ear. With a tissue in her hand, she wipes away the tears in my eyes. "It's going to be okay, Zendeya," she says in a calm voice. "I don't want to see you shedding tears again". Zendeya,you don't think this is the the right time for your father to be aware of this whole thing, Your father Mr Honorable is worried about your way about, Speaking with him the other time ,he sounds worried about you,we don't want anything to happen to you, you are the only daughter of your father, know this. Auntie Christna I know all this, thank you,I will be fine. I answer as tear's continue to well up in my eyes.

Days are passing, and the feeling of being a mother is growing stronger in me. I am finding strength in my new role as a mother, holding Iya close. A flicker of hope is igniting within me as I envision a future fill with possibilities.

Time is passing, and I am continuing to learn to navigate the challenges of motherhood on my own. receiving support from nurses and fellow mothers, forming connections that remind me I'm not alone. As my love for my daughter grows deeper, it is anchoring me amidst the storm of emotions swirling inside.

It is early morning, and I am feeling stronger today. "Aunty Christna, I think we can go home," "Let's see the doctor to process our discharge file." Aunty Christna smiling, she says"Okay, Zendeya, I'm happy you're feeling fine today. I'll see the doctor immediately."

Rushing to the doctor's office, and just a few minutes before the doctor arrives. "Good morning, Zendeya," he says. "I am here to check your vital signs." I am trying to put myself together, trying to get Vandam off my mind. The baby looks just like her daddy, reminding me of Vandam. Tears are welling up in my eyes as I question God.

"All your vitals are encouraging. I am going to prepare your discharge file immediately, and you can go home." the doctor says.A few hours later, our discharge file is ready, and we are preparing to leave. feeling a mix of apprehension and excitement, though thoughts of Vandam are continuing to run through my mind. I am reminding myself of who I have become and praying to get home and rush to Vandam to show him our baby.

Packing and ready to go home, carrying my baby girl in my arms, trying to breathe deeply and embracing a new beginning. hurrying home, eager to see Vandam and introduce him to our daughter.

Three weeks have passed, Aunty Christna. "I feel like something bad may have happened to Vandam, and the baby needs her father," "I will be going over to his place today to check on him."Getting a nod from Aunty Christna, "Zendeya, I get you. You can go check on him, but remember to get back to me all the time." She answers, her voice fill with concern.

As I prepare to take off to Vandam's place, a lot of emotions continue to run through me. "Oh, thank God, the door is open," I say to myself, stepping through the door with my baby on my arms. The exhaustion from surgery still clings to me, but determine to see Vandam.

The unsettling silence in the house frightens me, and the familiar scent of Vandam's home feels different. Everything looks foreign, and I feel a sense of unease. Walking into the living room, my heart races with anticipation to see Vandam again.

On the table, is a cup with a picture of Vandam on it, looking happy and carefree, standing with my best friend Flora, smiling at each other, their hands intertwine. Confusion washes over me as I pick it up, my heart pounding louder with pain. "Who's home? Vandam, Vandam, can you hear me?" shouting with a trembling voice. Tears well up in my eyes as I breathe deeply, but there's no answer.

"Vandam, where are you?" I call out again, my voice shaking with emotion. A sound of footsteps echoes from the kitchen, is Vandam stepping out, his expression shifting from surprise to something unreadable.

"Zendeya, you're here. You've given birth? Is this my baby you're carrying?" he asks, his voice lace with uncertainty. I try to breathe deeply, but I'm unable to control my emotions. "Don't talk to me. What is this?" I shout, holding up the photo, my hands shaking. "Vandam, what's going on? Answer me!" Tears run down my face, dropping onto my baby Iya, and with this emotion, the baby's temperature begins to increase.

Trying to calm down, but everything is becoming too much for me. I cry out loud, "Vandam, answer me now! My voice trembles, and tears fall down from my face again. Vandam's gaze drops, and for a moment, silence hangs heavily between us.

A rush of emotions betrays me - confusion, anger, and hurt. "Zendeya," Vandam starts, but the words catch in his throat. With tears in my eyes, interrupting, "Vandam, is this why you never got to check on me in the hospital? You were too busy with her, right?" I speak with a cry, my voice rising.

Vandam's eyes fill with pretends, saying, "Oh, no, I didn't mean for this to happen like this." My eyes brim with tears as I glance at the photo again, the reality setting in like a heavy weight on my chest. Crying out loud again, "Flora, where are you? Come out here! Why have you destroy this thing we plan together? What did I do to you, Vandam? You can't do this to me, please. See our baby. I need you.Feeling weak and pray to God to restore our relationship for the sake of our daughter, sitting on the chair to hear Vandam speak. Zendeya , Zendeya he start to speak.