Mmabatho stood in front of her full-length mirror, adjusting her baby blue Bubu dress. She sighed, placing a hand on her stomach. "Alright, little man, you've been practicing your soccer kicks all morning. Can we chill today, please?"
Her Afro framed her face perfectly, giving her a regal yet effortless look. Slipping on her clear heels, she grabbed her bag and phone. It buzzed with a text from Sandile: I'm downstairs waiting. Take your time.
She smiled faintly. Over the past few weeks, Sandile had gone above and beyond, making sure she had everything she needed as her due date approached. Grabbing her essentials, she made her way downstairs, where Sandile's sleek car was parked. He stepped out as soon as he saw her, opening the door.
"You look incredible," he said, helping her in.
"Thanks," she replied. "I feel like a bloated balloon, though."
Sandile chuckled. "You're glowing. And hey, two more weeks, and you'll have some relief."
She groaned, easing into the seat. "Can't wait. He's been sitting on my bladder all day. I'm practically living in the bathroom."
Sandile smirked. "Guess it's practice for when he gets here."
AT THE COURTHOUSE
The courthouse was buzzing with energy as the press swarmed outside. Cameras flashed, and questions were hurled their way as Sandile escorted Mmabatho inside.
Once settled in the courtroom, Mmabatho's nerves kicked in. She rubbed her belly absentmindedly, whispering to the baby, "Let's get through this, okay?"
The session began with closing statements. Khanyiswa's lawyer clung to the narrative that Mmabatho had overstepped her role as a surrogate. But Mr. Morake, Mmabatho's lawyer, confidently countered every claim with precision, tearing apart the allegations.
Finally, the judge began her ruling. "After thorough consideration of the evidence and testimonies, it is clear that the claims made against Ms. Mmabatho Phiri are unfounded. The court finds in favor of the defendant."
A wave of relief washed over Mmabatho as the judge continued.
"Furthermore, Mrs. Khanyiswa Jabavu is ordered to pay R5 million in damages to Ms. Phiri for defamation of character. Additionally, Mrs. Jabavu is required to cover the defendant's legal fees and issue a public apology within 30 days."
Mmabatho's mouth dropped slightly in surprise. Sandile leaned closer and whispered, "That's justice."
She nodded but couldn't quite bring herself to celebrate yet.
OUTSIDE THE COURTHOUSE
The media frenzy outside was overwhelming. As they exited, reporters shouted questions.
"Ms. Phiri, how do you feel about the verdict?"
"Do you think Mrs. Jabavu will pay the damages?"
"What will you do with the R5 million?"
Sandile kept a protective arm on her back, guiding her through the chaos. Ignoring the questions, she climbed into the car and exhaled deeply.
"Glad that's over?" Sandile asked as he started the engine.
"Yes, but I just want to go home and sleep," she admitted.
BACK AT MMABATHO'S APARTMENT
As soon as they entered her apartment, Mmabatho kicked off her heels and flopped onto the couch. "I swear I've never been so tired in my life."
Sandile chuckled, setting her bag down. "You've been through a lot. Want me to stay for a while? Just in case you need anything?"
Mmabatho hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, I'd actually like that. Thanks."
Throughout the evening, Sandile made himself useful, preparing dinner and helping her around the apartment. Mmabatho, however, couldn't stop getting up to use the bathroom.
"You okay?" Sandile asked after her fifth trip in an hour.
"I swear this baby thinks my bladder is a trampoline," she muttered, easing back onto the couch.
He chuckled. "Well, at least he's active."
Later, as they sat watching TV, Mmabatho found herself tearing up. She wiped her eyes quickly, but Sandile noticed.
"You alright?"
"I'm just... I don't know, overwhelmed, I guess," she admitted. "This whole thing has been a lot, and I'm just ready for it to be over."
Sandile moved closer. "It's almost done. And you've been so strong through all of it."
She smiled faintly. "Thanks. I just want some peace."
He stayed the night, sleeping on the couch while Mmabatho finally got some rest. As she drifted off, she whispered to her belly, "We're almost there, little guy. Just hold on a little longer."