I felt nervous. Very nervous. I stood in front of the mirror adjusting every adjustable. It had been wonderful ever since I found out I was pregnant. I spent each passing day happy, knowing that a life is growing in me. Richard made my days fun and exciting with his numerous pampering. After I had sent that message over a week ago, he had replied albeit an hour later, explaining how he had been thinking the same thing. He said he might have forgotten to wash some parts of my body and that he was on his way. He came almost immediately he sent it and the rest is history. I leave you to your imaginations…
Everyday had been spent at home – something that became increasingly frustrating but the joy of being an expectant mother held me back. I spent everyday day-dreaming about the child I would have in less than nine months; watching movies and sleeping. I did not do much of sleeping though.
Richard’s plan to stay at home with me for as long as I was ill was thwarted when the hospital received emergency patients. An entire family had been involved in an accident and had been rushed to the hospital. Richard had had to spend days in the hospital, personally monitoring the patients, even though it was not his job to heal; God does the healing.
Knowing this, it is permanently a custom in BRH to have a general prayer of staff members, 7 am every morning. They pray for all the patients in the hospital and also those that might be brought in. Richard had spent more than a week, ensuring that the patients are stable and recovering and now wants to make up for his absence.
I was standing in front of the mirror in a chiffon purple mini dress, a silver shoe and purse. I looked exceedingly dashing but I was still looking for question marks. I was as nervous as a teenager going to her first date. I heard him drive in and my heart skipped. Am I the only married woman who still feels very nervous when expecting her husband after close to three years of marriage?
I stepped out of the room and stood a few steps from the door. He opened and entered. Even after working for hours, he still looked gorgeous. I let out a slow breath as he turned. He froze immediately he saw me. My heart was racing.
“Welcome” I managed to whisper.
“Urh… ehm…” he stuttered, slowly tracing every bit of me with his eyes. I became more nervous and started playing with my fingers. *coughs*
“You look… erm… you look ravishing” he finally breathed. He looked at me again. “That is an understatement”he muttered under his breath.
Seeing his speechless state, I finally summoned courage. I walked gingerly towards him and his arms circled my waist, unconsciously. I placed a kiss on his cheeks.
“Do we still have our date?” I whispered into his ear, making him more nervous with my closeness.
“You bet we do” he responded. He stepped back.
“Shall we?” he asked, bowing slightly and presenting his arm like a knight in shinning Armour. I placed my arm against in his elbow.
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Oyinade moved from one end of the sitting room to the other, deep in thought. It is just two days to the deadline she was given by Ronke and she hadn’t even come up with two million naira, not to mention Five. She had slept with highly influential people but they hadn’t been able to give her much. She resented Belina for being a stumbling block but she would deal with her later; she needed to solve a problem.
She had thought Ronke was bluffing until she sent her some proof which could definitely incriminate her. The pressure was making her go lean. She sat down with a thud, finally accepting to do the only thing that came to her mind as the solution to this crisis. She picked her phone and dialed a number. It was answered after the second ring.
“Hello Tikes… it is Oyin… you don’t know Oyin again?… Ok, there is something I need you to do for me…”
To be continued