The Day I Found My Pregnant Wife Scrubbing the Floor at Midnight Episode 2

The Day I Found My Pregnant Wife Scrubbing the Floor at Midnight.

(Written by Originalnkem)

When my mother and sisters entered the kitchen and saw Adaeze on her knees…

the entire room went silent.

No one expected it.

Not even me.

Adaeze quickly tried to stand up when she saw them, but her back hurt and she winced in pain.

My heart twisted.

My eight-month pregnant wife… struggling to stand… because of housework.

The same work that four healthy adults in this house could have shared.

For a moment nobody spoke.

Then my eldest sister, Amara, cleared her throat.
“Adaeze… why didn’t you call someone to help you?”

Her voice sounded almost offended.

Adaeze quickly wiped her tears and forced a smile.
“It’s okay. I was almost done.”

Almost done.

Those two words hit me harder than anything.

She was always “almost done.”

Almost done cooking.
Almost done cleaning.
Almost done serving everyone.
But she was never done suffering quietly.

My younger sister Ngozi crossed her arms.
“But nobody asked her to clean the floor,” she said defensively.

That was when something inside me snapped.

“Nobody asked her?” I repeated slowly.

I pointed to the sink filled with plates.

“To the table she cleared.
“To the food she cooked.”
“Who do you think did all of that?”

No one answered.

The silence became heavier.

Then my mother, Mama Ngozi, finally spoke.
Her voice was calm… but sharp.

“Emeka… lower your voice. This is a family matter.”

I took a deep breath.

“No, Mama,” I said quietly.
“That’s the problem.”
“We always say it’s a family matter.”
“But Adaeze is also family.”
I turned to my sisters.
“For three years, she has tried to please everyone here.”

“Three years.”

“And tonight she is eight months pregnant… on her knees… cleaning a floor.”

My sister Amara looked uncomfortable.
“That’s not fair, Emeka. She never complained.”

“Yes,” I replied.
“That’s exactly the problem.”
“She never complained… because she respected all of you.”

I walked over to Adaeze and gently helped her sit down on a chair.
She looked embarrassed.
Her eyes were red.
“My back is okay,” she whispered.
But I knew she was lying.

She always tried to protect everyone.
Even the people who were hurting her.

Then something unexpected happened.
My mother slowly walked toward Adaeze.
Everyone watched her.

Mama looked at the wet floor.
The dirty plates.
Then she looked at Adaeze’s swollen belly.
For a long moment… she didn’t say anything.

Then she asked one quiet question.
“Adaeze… how long have you been doing this alone?”

Adaeze hesitated.
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“Since evening.”

The words fell like a stone in the room.

My sisters froze.

“Since evening?” Mama repeated slowly.

Adaeze nodded.

“I started after everyone finished eating.”

My mother closed her eyes for a moment.
Then she turned toward my sisters.
And the look on her face… made even me nervous.

But what she said next…

was something none of us expected.

Not even me.

And when my sisters heard it…
one of them burst into tears immediately.

To be Continued…..