Miracle

Miracle


Ike’s POV

To that, I tell them everything, from the instant I phoned Emily down to the last detail before Helena showed up.

"I always knew that woman was heartless," Mom sneers, her hands gripping the tool she uses to walk, hard, as if wanting to hit something.

"I can't believe Emily could do that to someone, not to talk of her former best friend," Cecilia muses, her voice coming off as timid and filled with fear.

"Some people are just born wicked," Mirian grunts.

"Mom, Mirian, I'm sorry you are both going to meet Ana in this situation," I apologize for not doing things the right way. "I should have introduced her earlier to you."

"It's fine Ike, I understand," Mom admits, squeezing my palm as I lift my head from her body.

"I just can't wait to meet her," Mirian grins, rather that gets wiped off as Ana's parents' badge in, Max and Nuel aiming to restrain their father as he barrels in my location.

"Where is my daughter?" His voice booms in query, and I rise hastily in respect and defense as he arrives at my spot. "What is this I hear happened to my daughter? I'll need an explanation now."

"Sir, I'm confident your sons must have told you the whole story so I don't know what you want to hear from me," I pronounce, gesturing at the two young men beside him as I don't grant him the pleasure of seeing me fumble below his glare.

"What I expect to hear from you is an apology!" He howls, discarding the red chieftaincy cap from his head in a sign of outrage.

"And what I expect to hear from you is a note of thanks!" I retort in like tone. "I saved your daughter's life for crying out loud."

"It is because of you she was in that situation in the first place so I'm not willing to listen to that your cock and bull story!" He spits, the fast breathing he's doing provoking the heavy red beads he's donning atop a plain black long-sleeved shirt and slacks to jingle.

"Calm down Alex, this is no place or time for such a discussion, be thankful our daughter is fine and that's the only thing that matters in this instant," his wife who's dressed in a colorful butterfly styled ankle-length gown aims to pacify as she grasps hold of his arm.

"There is no way I can do that woman," he declines, his eyes not moving from me. "What if our daughter had died?"

"But she didn't and for that, we should be happy," Mom speaks for the first time since their arrival, the environment going quiet as even the other people hanging around, wait to see his response.

Luckily it doesn't come as Helena shows up with a grin on her face. 
"Ike, you have a son." She beams, "and Ana is alright."

As that statement exits her mouth, I can't explain the amount of joy that enters me as I sense my tummy flutter, my eyes becoming watery while I gasp, chuckles escaping my lips, and dampness starting from my right eye.

"They are both healthy," she answers my silent query, and before I know it, I rush to engulf her in a hug. "God has done it."



Ana’s POV

I wake to the picture of my family and friends roaming around a certain corner, smiles, and words of joy exiting from their lips in glee, the feeling of happiness can be sensed in the air.

"Where is Helena?" I ask the first question that pops into my head, hoping someone would get distracted and attend to me.

"Helena has gone back to her post at the hospital she runs," Ike who I'm noticing in their midst responds to my query.

"Okay," I nod, sensing a pain on the skin where my uterus should be. "Damn, that hurts.'

"Be careful before you pull your stitches," My mom voices from her location in concern.

I bob my head and peer around, observing I'm back to the previous room I was in before I was taken to the theatre.

"You are amazing babe," Ike lets out with emotion cradling what looks like a bundle in his arms as he strides to me in the same attire he was in when he showed up at the scene of my kidnap.

Shaking my head to rid it of those gloomy thoughts, I ask Ike, "What are you holding?"

"Don't tell me you forgot you gave birth," Oluchi snorts, and I gawk at her curves dressed in black leather pants and blue sweatshirt above black Adidas sneakers.

"Ana, meet our baby boy," he communicates, placing a little human in my arms.

I feel enchanted as I gaze at the few hours old child, his tiny fingers clamping together and moving in rhythm with his legs as they rub his pink nose, his small mouth making unintelligible noises as spit drops out of them.

What captures my heart and spurs me to gasp in wonder is his dark as night orbs, exactly as that of his father, and twirly brown strands like the brown skin he must have gotten from me.

"He's so beautiful," I cue, wetness rushing down my cheeks as I giggle at the miracle in my arms, an evidence of God's goodness as he appears strong and healthy despite the conditions surrounding his birth.

"He is born of you, of course, he should be," Ike blurts, and I feel his lips meet my forehead in showers of kisses and pecks. "Thank you, thank you."

"What will you name him?" Joe quizzes, sitting on a long stool close to the wall in a matching ash sweatshirt and pants, Oluchi sitting on his lap.

"Miracle," Ike and I utter in synchronization, letting out hearty chuckles as we exchange amazing looks.

"Ooh, Miracle it is," Abdul grins in the exact clothes as this morning. "I like the name."

"Doesn't it sound feminine?" Dad inquires, making his presence known as he leans on the closed door on Mom's right.

"No Dad, it doesn't," Maxwell grits, the same way I would if I am the one who answered him, hence the two of us are still angry at him from our last meeting.

"You could have said that with some respect," Dad scolds, offering him a formidable glimpse. "I'm still your father."

"A father who cares about what others think more than he does for his children," Maxwell grumbles, ogling him with agitation prominent in his eyes.

"Maxwell, that's enough," Nuel who I am stunned to see present advises, reaching out to him.

"You two stop that this instant!" Mom commands, Ike and I watching the drama from our position.

"Is this what you've been dealing with?" He mouths.