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Fear

Abena

Four Months Later

Senya and I have been married for a little over four months now. I never thought I could be this comfortable as someone’s wife. Our life is simple. We wake-up and make love. Then we go to his offices in Kumasi to flirt, work, and make a real difference. Then we come home and I cook dinner. Senya picks a movie for us to watch, because he’s seen everything ever made. And then we close the night making sweet love. There’s no drama and there’s no fights. I’m safe in paradise.

I know eventually the year will be up and the other shoe will drop. At some point he will demand I stay and I will need to leave this arrangement. I have the job of a lifetime waiting for me. Even if the pull to fulfill that contract isn’t as strong as it once was, I know I’d be a fool to not take it and the chance to be truly independent.

Nevertheless, we still have quite a little over six months left on our contract, and I look forward to every dayand night.

Senya is insatiable, and the way he worships my body is incomparable. He seems to think three orgasms a day are necessary for my overall health. He always wants my pussy wet and wanting. And the man always seems to know what to say to take my hot pot from zero to sixty in five seconds. I’m literally strung out on his cock…and I know what addiction feels like.It’s a real problem.He reminds me every day that he never wants me to leave. And I remind him every day that eventually I will. But lately my protests are weaker and quieter.I think he’s noticed.

Despite our initial setback, I’ve managed to launch a very successful public relations campaign for Senya. The Ashanti are slowly coming around to him. He has focused on ensuring the rights of women and banning trokosi practices in Ashanti land. Contrary to popular belief, it’s not just an Ewe problem. The indentured servitude of women is happening all over our beautiful country. He is also working with Kofi to bring the tribes together. He wants his mother’s family to be welcomed in the royal courts of Kumasi just as he hopes Kofi will one day visit the village of Nima.

Senyachased the fleeing Apeagyei’s down and they have been locked up for their crimes. I could not stop Senya from beating the living shit out of Michael, but at lest he spared the old man any violence . They are both lucky to be alive…Senya is crazy.

My father and I still have not spoken. I ignore him and Thomas completely. Everyday they beg for an audience, but they get no love. That is a wound that will take time to heal. Senya reminds me it’s OK to take my time whenever I cry about it. But I know he'd be just fine if I never allowed my father into my life again. He can’t forgive him for putting my life in danger.

Senya has watched over me like a hawk. I can’t say I blame him. I was kidnapped and I have the nightmares to prove it. When I wake up screaming and drenched in sweat, he simply runs a bath to calm me down. We sit in the water and talk until our water-logged bodies give in to sleep. He is a lifesaver, even if he is a bit high-handed.

Today, he ordered me to the doctor because I’ve been nauseated and my back is killing me. He swore he would not give me another massage until I went to the doctor. He thinks it could be holdover pains from the kidnapping. I might have torn something a few months ago and not known it. I think that’s ridiculous, but Senya thinks it is a real possibility.

So, here I am with Maya getting a check-up. She came for moral support and to join me for lunch afterward. As we wait, she readsEssencemagazine. That is one American treat she will never give up.

“Maya, what do you think is taking the doctor so long?”

She tuts. “Girl, doctors always take forever.” She puts her magazine down. “Don’t worry, I know you’re more than fine. Senya might be right—it’s probably some lingering aftershocks from a few months ago.”

Maya is well aware of what happened to me—she was a part of the rescue mission. Her and Ella have placed every single girl and woman that was saved that day in proper housing. They even used some of their money to buy a few homes for groups of girls. The two of them are amazing.

“Yeah. I guess you’re right. I did get pretty banged up when that asshole dragged me across the ground.”

Maya hisses. “I’m glad Senya killed that fucker.”

I nod and laugh. “Your husband knee-capped him first.”

Maya smiles. “Adom thinks family is everything. When those fools came for you, they sparked the wrath of all three Asante men. Even though Kofi wasn’t there, most of those guns, choppers, and bombs were from the royal supply. He told Senya to take whatever he needed.”

I know why Kofi couldn’t come in person, and I respect that. When he saw me again for the first time after the attack, I could tell he felt guilty about not being a part of the rescue. But, I made sure that he knew I understood the magnitude of his contribution.

“All right, Madam T’ogbe. It looks like I have the source of your pain.” The doctor walks in with a smile and it confuses me. How can he talk about the source of my pain and smile?

I clear my throat. “Well doctor, what is it?”

“Well, madam. Were you trying to get pregnant?”

“Hell no!” I shout before slapping my hand over my mouth. The doctor is clearly taken aback. I take a deep breath before I continue. “I mean, no, I can’t get pregnant. So, I definitely have not been trying.”

The doctor releases a breath and looks at his chart. “Well, it looks like you can get pregnant and you have. I’d say you are probably right around seven weeks along in your pregnancy. But you will get an ultrasound so we are entirely sure of the age of the fetus. We have a mobile machine, so I will be right back.”

I reach out and grab his lab coat. “Doctor, are you sure? I was told that pregnancy for me would be nearly impossible because of past drug abuse. I’ve been sober for almost seven years now, but I thought the damage was done.”

The doctor pats my hand and smiles. “Mrs. T’ogbe, we've tested your urine and blood. You are most definitely pregnant. And if what you say is true, it looks like you may be carrying a little miracle.” With that, he leaves the room and I break down in tears. Maya is at my side within seconds.

“Hey, hey now. No tears, Abena. I know you didn't plan for this, but this can be a good thing. Senya will be elated.”

Maya doesn’t get it. That's the problem. He will never let me go at the end of the year if I am having his child.I am trapped.I have no choices. I sure as hell can’t drag my child around the Australian outback.Or can I?The Duchess of Kent’s chief of staff will have a newborn with her. So maybe I can!

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