In the afternoon, after my nap, I sat next to Junior's grandmother in the garden. She gazed at me with joy and asked about my family back home. Startled, I replied that they were doing well, I hoped.
She then inquired if they were aware of the pregnancy, to which I responded negatively.
Curiously, she asked if Junior knew about my background. I affirmed that he knew I was from Africa.
She probed further, asking if he knew my true identity. I hesitated, feeling that she might already know who I truly was.
Finally, I confessed, "No, I am Rain Murray, the cardiologist. I wish to lead a quietly normal life, separate from my parents' identity."
She smiled warmly, reassuring me that there was no need for shame.
Gratefully, I held her hands, feeling understood for the first time. "I am happy someone recognizes me as Rain, not just a prize to be won."
Observing my affection for Junior, she remarked on my deep love for him. Blushing, I admitted that it was more than just love; since he came into my life, my feelings had only deepened, and I found myself falling more in love with him each day.
She nodded knowingly, her eyes twinkling with wisdom. "True love has a way of finding us when we least expect it, dear. And it seems you have found yours in Junior."
I smiled at her words, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "He has given me so much happiness and a sense of belonging that I never thought possible."
"That is the magic of genuine connection," she said softly, patting my hand. "It transcends background, identity, and all the barriers we construct around ourselves. Just be honest with him, and with yourself. Love flourishes in the light of truth."
Her words resonated deeply within me, and I felt a renewed sense of courage. "Thank you for your kindness and understanding," I said, my voice filled with gratitude.
We sat in comfortable silence for a while, enjoying the gentle rustle of the leaves and the fragrant blossoms around us. The garden seemed to be a haven of peace and reflection, a place where secrets could be shared and hearts could heal.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the garden, Junior appeared at the entrance, his face lighting up when he saw me. "There you are," he said, walking over and taking my hand. "I've been looking for you."
I stood up, feeling a surge of warmth at his touch. "I was just having a lovely chat with your grandmother," I replied, glancing back at her with a smile.
She gave us an encouraging nod.
"Granny, we have to leave," Junior said. "Oh, Junior, always in such a hurry," she replied with a soft chuckle rose from her cozy armchair
Wait, she says, called Butler, "Bring the gifts," she said.
"Yes, ma'am," she brought pregnancy natural supplements from her garden and gave them to Rain and instructed how to use them."These will help you, dear. Nature has a way of providing exactly what we need," she said
we accepted the gifts with gratitude, my eyes misting over. "Thank you, Granny. Your kindness means so much to us," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.
"Remember, take good care of each other, and don't be strangers," she said, her voice tinged with joy.
"We promise, Granny," Junior and Rain said in unison, smiling through their tears.