FREDA’S POV
They took me in, but I kept crying, they fed me, they asked me what happened, and I explained to the couple.
“Such is life dear”. The woman says then she introduced herself to me as Mrs Jonas. She introduced her son and husband to me.
Mr and Mrs Jonas offered to employ me and pay me. I agreed. They took me home to live with them, but it didn’t last for long.
Five months after working for the Jonas , the Jonas couldn’t run their coffee anymore, they were on loan, the loans were choking them.
They weren’t Americans, they were just immigrants from the southern part of America. They decided to sell the coffee shop and return to their country.
They paid me off with some little money and returned to their country.
With the money the couple paid me ,I rented an apartment and started searching for a job, at that time, my belly was already big. I was expecting triplets.
I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. I started searching for jobs but didn’t get any jobs. No one wants to employ a woman with a protruding tummy.
After searching for a job for two months, I had to stay back home.
A MONTH LATER.
I fell into labor and was hoping to have a natural birth even though my gynecologist advised cesarean. I thought I could pull through because I didn’t have enough money because I wanted to save the remaining money to raise my kids and get a babysitter so that I can go and work to feed my kids.
I was in the labor room trying to push “Push harder, Freda! The birthing specialist urged me on, but no babies were coming out.
The nurses assisting her told me to give it my all, but I was feeling weaker by the minute.
“Look at me, Freda, you have to keep trying,” she insisted.
“I don’t know if I can anymore, I’m so tired,” I replied weakly.
“I suggested a cesarean section, but you wanted a natural birth,” she reminded me.
“Please stay with her while I prepare the surgery team for the cesarean,” she instructed the nurses before leaving.
As I lay there in pain, I prayed silently for God to watch over me and my babies.
A few moments later, the birthing specialist and the surgical team entered the room, and I was taken to the operating room.
My triplets were delivered, and I was brought back to the recovery room with my newborns.
I had two boys and a girl, so I decided to name the boys Tyler and Tammy, and the girl Theron.
As I lay in the hospital bed, trying to figure out how to make ends meet with my children, the TV played in the background, but my mind was elsewhere.
I glanced over at my babies, when I heard my husband’s name called, his name caught my attention and tears dripped down my face.
I raised my head and looked at her on the TV. I sat up, then tears streamed down my face, as I watched Alexander and Briana on the red carpet all smiles. She was showing off her engagement ring.
The reporter went on about how they were the new power couple, and finally revealed the stunning ten million dollar diamond ring that Alexander used to propose to Briana, Miss Earth.
I glanced over at my children and then shifted my gaze back to the television. As the mother of his kids, I couldn’t help but feel hurt deeply inside of me. Here I am, trying to figure out how to make ends meet and provide for our children, while he paraded around with Briana, proudly displaying a ten million dollar engagement ring.
I couldn’t entirely blame him for not knowing about our babies, but it was his fault for throwing me out like trash and not settling me after our divorce according to our agreement.
Just because he didn’t want to pay me the balance of our marriage contract, he gave Briana the divorce document to give me to sign.
He gave me his word, he promised to support me. He shouldn’t have promised me when he knew he wouldn’t support me.
He should have just paid the balance after divorcing me. He was well aware of my stepmother’s deceitful actions, taking all the money he had offered for acontract and running off to Holland with my stepsister.
Two days later, I was discharged from the hospital. I managed to pay off the medical bills, but when I returned to my cramped one-bedroom apartment, reality hit me hard. I had thought I could make do with the small amount of money I had, but after just one week, I couldn’t even afford to feed myself, let alone my children. On top of that, my rent was due soon, and if I couldn’t come up with the money, we would be left homeless.
At one night, I didn’t eat to sleep. Theron woke up crying, then not long. Tyler woke up crying, then Tammy.
Despite knowing fully that their food had finished, I went to the can of their food. I opened it again and it was empty, I felt like some magic to happen and my babies food will just appear before me.
I can’t breastfeed because of the antibiotics in my body and not just that , I have no breastmilk.
I racked my brain, desperately trying to come up with a solution then Alexander crossed my mind. Taking the kids to their father crossed my mind, but how would I even get to him? I am certain that Briana would never allow me into their home, considering that whenever she go on trips , she return back into his house
My Children need to be cared for, I can’t keep making them go hungry, if I give them to their dad with him they will have a good future.
I will soon be homeless because there is no assurance that I am never going to be evicted from my house.
I pondered on how to easily get them to their dad, and the idea of dropping them off in front of his estate crossed my mind. However, I quickly realized that the security there might pose a problem since it is a private estate.
Then, a brilliant idea popped into my head ,I could drop them off in front of his company. I know it’s not the best thing to do but that is the solution I could come come up with to give life to my kids rather than making them go hungry and staying with them on the street.
If I drop them in front of his company, he might just pick them up. I manage to go and beg some neighbors for food for my kids for the day.
The next day, I woke up very early. I made sure to bathe my kids thoroughly, the last baby food in the can and I dress them nicely.
I wrapped each of them in warm flannel, tears streamed down my
Face as I watch them laid in the bed. It was a difficult decision, but I knew it was necessary to give them a better life.
I will be back for them once I am able to stand back on my feet but for now they need to have a better life and their dad can give them a better life.
I took out the triple-seat stroller that I had purchased and carefully placed the kids inside. Then, I grabbed a scarf and tied it securely under my chin, then I put on a sunshade for a better disguise, I didn’t want my face caught by anyone or camera. With a heavy heart, I pushed
the stroller towards the road and hailed a taxi. I gently detached the baby carrier from the stroller, place them inside the car and the driver helped me place the stroller into the car trunk.
As we got closer to our destination, I asked the driver to drop me off a little distance away from his company, which happens to be one of the largest companies in the United States.
Once we arrived, I paid the fare, the driver help me bring down the stroller and I carefully place each of the carrier in its position in the carrier.
I paid the fare and pushed the stroller towards the company’s gate, I had tears still streaming down my face.
I glanced around and realized that no one had noticed me. It was still very early in the morning, so I knew I had to leave quickly to avoid being caught on the security cameras.
With tears streaming down my face, I left the kids in front of the company and hurried away. I found a hiding spot nearby where I could keep an eye on my children from a distance.
I anxiously waited to see who would come to pick them up, silently praying that their father would arrive early or that the security guards would notice them and inform him.
After thirty minutes, some security guards emerged from the building and approached the stroller. I watched as they conversed among themselves, and one of them pulled out his phone to make a call.
Soon, more security personnel arrived on the scene. Not long after, I saw
my ex-husband’s car drive past, and one of the kids started crying. I wished I could go and comfort her, because I know that is Theron, but I couldn’t risk getting arrested.
I observed as their father’s car reached the gate, and he stepped out to speak with the security guards. Unfortunately, I couldn’t hear their conversation as I was too far away.
I watch him pick Theron who was crying up from the stroller because she cries a lot, Alex picked her up and cradle her in his hand like he knew he was her father and she stopped crying.
I grinned when I saw she stopped crying.
ALEXANDER’S POV
I arrived at work and noticed my security team gathered outside. I instructed my driver to pull over, rolled down the window, and heard a baby crying.
Stepping out of the car, I approached my security guards who made way for me to see a stroller.
Inside were three babies, so I carefully picked up the crying one and cradled her until she
stopped. I asked my personal assistant to help me load the other two babies into the car, placing them in the backseat with me holding the girl.
I then directed the head of security to meet me in my office as I had the stroller placed in the car trunk.
The driver started the car and drove us to the company. “How could a mom just leave her three kids like that?” I whispered to myself.
When the car stopped, I instructed my PA to bring out the stroller.
I carefully lifted each child and placed them in the stroller. The girl started crying, so I picked her up and held her close to my chest. Surprisingly, she stopped crying almost instantly. I let my PA push the stroller with the other two babies as we made our way into the company.
Everyone’s eyes were on us , my employees and clients were shocked to see me with children.
We entered the private elevator, with my PA pushing the stroller inside. Looking down at the two boys, I smiled and held their hands. The elevator took us to the top floor where my office was located.
As we stepped out, my secretary and the cleaners greeted me, all surprised to see me with a baby in my arms and two others in the stroller.
As I step into my office, my personal assistant took his leave. I attempt to gently place the crying girl in my hand down, but she refuses to let go, She continue to cry.
I took a glance at my cluttered table, filled with numerous files then look back at the babies, I realize I can’t bear the sound of the baby’s cries any longer. Suddenly, one of the boys starts crying, prompting me to
drop the girl back to the stroller and I pick up the boy instead.