Chapter 3 - Sweet Stalker

CHAPTER 3: SWEET STALKER

Sindisiwe

After nursing and rocking my eight-month-old son, Owami, to sleep, I lower him into his cot. I can't help but stare at him, smiling at his tiny parted lips and the fullness of his round cheeks. He has a little bit of both Onkgopotse and me in him, with his mop of dark hair and my brown eyes.

Giving birth to him was emotional for many reasons, including getting my first glimpse at the only biological family I have and seeing myself in another person's features. I'm sure I'll still stop short and take a moment to stare at him long after we've gone grey and wrinkled with age.

I blow him a kiss, then tiptoe out of his nursery, which used to be my bedroom. Onkgopotse never allowed me to sleep separately after the first night we were together, and we converted my bedroom after my appointment with the gynae confirmed my pregnancy, shocking all of us with how far along I was — nearly three months pregnant and entering my second trimester.

Thinking back, all the signs were there at the beginning — the nausea, trouble sleeping, and weight gain — but I never in a million years would have guessed they were due to being pregnant, since I'd never had sex. Or so I thought.

Dr Naidoo questioned, out of curiosity, how I hadn't known I was pregnant until I was so far along, but I couldn't tell him that my obsessive stalker-slash-husband, who had dragged me down to Home Affairs to marry him just days after we figured out I was pregnant, had been secretly filling me with his cum every night. I'm sure he would have called the cops, which was the last thing I wanted.