Married to VIctor Stephen
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.Yewande Joseph✔
“High school sweethearts”
Victor- I think the perfection of marriage is that, it’s not perfect.
Suzy- And you have to weather many storms together.
Suzy finally got married to her high school sweetheart, Victor Stephen. He was everything a girl would ever wanted for as husband. But in every marriage, there is a challenge, and most couples don’t survive such a traumatic, and bu-mpy road.
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EPISODE 1
.✒Suzy POV
We struggled with infertility for four years. Four good years might sounded a bit small, but it was enough to put an end to a marriage. At this stage, many tends to give up, and just surrender, but we remain strong, and he had been my lifesaver throu-gh them all.
When I finally bec@m£ pregnant, it was the beginning of a new joy in my life. On the day of my delivery, I heard the cry of not just one, but two. I bec@m£ a proud mother of two at a time, and each day, when I look at them, and remember everything had been throu-gh before having them, I just give thanks to God
Having those two, I realized being a mother is not an easy job. Training up a child, is another job entirely. It was on Saturday evening, enjoying my leave with my family.
“Mommy,” I heard the cry of my beautiful, five years old daughter right there in the kitchen. The cry increa-sed, and I heard the two of them arguing together
“Is it not you!”
“I will tell mommy for you.”
“Me too, I will tell mommy you ate my biscuit.”
“Is it not you that put it in my mouth.”
“And is it not you that say, Emmanuel put biscuit in my mouth.”
I couldn’t help the smile that displa-yed on my face. Those two fight is always funny. “What is it now?” My voice was loud enough for the two to come running towards me in the kitchen.
“Mommy, Emmanuel collected my teddy, feeding my princess with biscuit.”
I couldn’t suppress my smile. She even gave her teddy a beautiful name. Princess.
And princess was even lucky enough to eat biscuit.
I st©pped what I was doing. “Okay Emmanuel, give Emmanuella her princess. You have your own toys to pl@ywith too, and you don’t feed teddy okay.” I instructed my other twin.
“Yes mommy,” his voice sounded like he was just being beaten.
Both would never st©p fighting each other. And before you realize what was going on, they are together again pla-ying as good friends. I raised my voice before they start their fight again. “Mom is cooking okay. Now go to the parlour and watch your cartoon.”
Immediately, Emmanuella was the first person who ran. “Sofia the first, Sofia the first,” she shouted.
“No. Ben 10, Ben 10,” Emmanuel disagreed, and I was left alone to laugh in the kitchen. Dinner was re-ady, and immediately, I served the one we would eat for the night, and got everything re-ady on the dinning table.
I specially cooked myself a special meal, with a pineapple jui-ce which I’ve been longing to take. I’ve been eating a lot these days, and sometimes, I might finish cooking, and wouldn’t feel like eating out of the food I cooked. I was fast with what I was doing, because soon I knew Victor would arrive.
Few minutes later, I heard my twins happily screamed.
“Daddy..”
“Daddy..”
“Daddy what did you buy for us.” My twins shouted, and I knew Victor had arrive. A small smile appeared on my face, and quic-kly, I washed and cleaned the dishes I used in order to go meet him, but the noise coming towards the kitchen told me not to rush myself anymore, and just relax.
“Daddy, did you buy the ice cream?”
“What about my gun Daddy?” Victor appeared, and others followed, as they strolled inside the kitchen.
“Dad has bought everything. Let Dad talk to mommy and I will come get it for you.” My handsome Victor said in a polite tone, ma-king our children shouted in excitement. “Yeyyy!” They both ran out of the kitchen. And I knew they were going straight to search their Dad’s bag.
I felt that big hands wra-pped around me, k!ss!ngmy n£¢k.
“Won’t you welcome me,” he whispered into my ear, and I had no choice but to st©p what I was doing.
I turned to look at him with a smile on my face, k!ss!nghis nose. “Welcome sir. Dinner is re-ady.”
He laughed, not re-leasing me. “Who asked you to k!ssmy nose.”
I tried to suppress my smile.”Is like you are not hungry since afternoon?”
“Yes, I’m hungry. And I’m hungry for this mouth,” he t©uçhed myl-ips. “Just one k!ssand I will re-lease you.”
I smiled, because I knew what that one k!ssmeant. I thought I was smart to quic-kly k!sshim, and move away. But the man captured myl-ips like he had never k!$$£d me before. I circled my hands around his n£¢k and k!sshim back like my life depended on it.
I love the feeling when I k!sshim, but my Victor would never be satisfied with just a k!ss, because in a minute, his hands would be busy with something else. I felt his big hand moved in between my th!gh, and I knew where the hand was heading to. I broke the k!ssto catch my breath, and stared at him. “I expected you to be tired. Where did you get that energy from?”
He chuckled r0ûghly. “I’m even reserving the energy. By the time we resume to be-d, the energy will come fully.”
I blu-shed, trying to imagine what will happen. I shook my head at him. “Let’s wait till then. The children are hungry.”
I went back to the dinning, while he rushed upstairs to the room, to get himself changed. By the time he c@m£ down, everyone had settled at their usual seat, eating. I haven’t started eating, because I was waiting for him. I knew the kids were hungry, so I just allowed them to pray and eat. Just in that little time, Emmanuella had finish her food. That girl, was becoming to like food.
Victor took his usual seat, and settled down. He saw another food packaged somewhere at one side of the table. “Who are those eating that?” He asked.
“My mommy and I,” Emmanuella replied before I could, and all I could do was smile at Victor when he turned to me. Was she there when I was cooking it, when she said,
‘ My mommy and I’
I couldn’t hide my smile.
He saw the jui-ce also, and asked.
“Who are those drinking this again?”
“My mommy and I,” Emmanuella said again.
This time, I bur-st into laughter.
“Why is it only you and mommy?” Emmanuel asked.
Emmanuella smiled happily. “Mommy knows I like spaghetti, and even like pineapple jui-ce.”
.”So is me that did not like spaghetti and pineapple jui-ce,” Emmanuel said. “Even mommy knows I like anything jui-ce.”
This time, I got out of my seat to laugh. Victor joined me in laughter, and shook his head at me. “Chai! These are truly Suzy’s product.” He turned to me. “They are becoming like you.”
After dinner was taken, it has always been my daily routine whenever I’m around to bath Emmanuella and Emmanuel before going to be-d, except that, Emmanuel sleeps early, and sometimes, all I do is change his clothes, and just carry him to be-d.
I quic-kly ru-b my face with soap, as it helps my face look smooth and clean. Emmanuella would always look at me, and she once asked why I always ru-b soap on my face.
“Mommy, why do you always ru-b soap on your face?”
I couldn’t help but smile. She’s always curious about everything I do. “The reason is, Mommy’s face will be fine.” I said it in a way she would un-derstand. So whenever she has the chance to be with me, she uses her hand to ru-b my whole face, and would smile at me. “See Mommy’s fine face.” That would always bring a smile to my face.
I parked the whole plate, cu-p, and spoon we used to the kitchen. I dumped everything inside the zinc, and immediately went back to the kids. Emmanuella had alre-ady re-moved her clothes running around the house n-ked. Even when so many people are around, once it is time for her to bath, she never cares. As a mother, I have to keep telling her till she st©p the habit.
I couldn’t find Emmanuel, and without anyone telling me, I knew he was somewhere slee-ping. Bringing out their pyjamas, I heard Emmanuella splashing water on her b©dy. Not taking a look, there was no doubt she had wasted the whole water.
“Mommy, the water is so cold,” Emmanuella c@m£ out in a rush.
I just looked at her. “Who asked you to use the water?” I st©pped what I was doing. “Just go back and let’s wash your face. Emmanuel and I will use the h0t water.”
She was not moving. “No. Mommy don’t wash my face. I’m doing my own fine face.”
Fine face?
I didn’t get what she was saying at first.
“Mommy, like your own.”
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Oh! I smiled. These children are full of surprises. They always want to imitate what you do. I tried to look for words that would convince her action.
“Don’t you know is not good for small girls like you. Your face will not be fine.”
She looked sad. “Really! But Mommy let’s test my own first.”
I couldn’t laugh. Seriously! She sounded so serious. Now I really do not know how to convince her. Before, I would have dragged her, or Emmanuel to do what I want. But Victor had told me not to f0rç£ my action on them, or shout at them.
Trying not to drag her to the bathroom, I calm down, and decided to use the new style I just learnt. “See, Mommy will not pl@ywith you again.” I had to sound so childish, rolling my eyes. “And I will not buy you jui-ce when we are going to church tomorrow.”
I guess it worked. Her face was calm, and her voice sounded remorseful. “Ahh! Mommy you know I like jui-ce. I’m sorry Mommy. Oya let’s go and wash my face,” she gr@bb£d my hand herself. “Shebi you will buy me the jui-ce tomorrow?”
I just nodded, suppressing my smile so that my little act would not backfire. Victoria had taught me the new act, when I once complained how the children troubled my life. She also told me how she was also taught the style when she almost finished her children with the beating of their life, that her husband got so angry at her. Sometimes, you just can’t help it when they provoke you at times.
I washed her face and dressed her up, before I finally left her room. Looking everywhere for Emmanuel, I decided to go to our be-droom because he was fond of his Dad. Right there on our be-d, his two legs spre-ad ap@rt. One hand resting on his tummy, and the other one just lying there on the be-d. Someone sleeps too early, and anyhow.
He was lucky to have my fair complexion, while Emmanuella took after her Dad’s dark colour. She was getting bigger each day, while Emmanuel was getting taller, and cute. Victor would br@g that he took after him, and I couldn’t argue with him because ap@rt from his look, there was more to it.
Victor c@m£ out of the bathroom in his short blue bo-xer, using his white towel to clean his b©dy. “Oh, he’s asleep!” he sounded surprise. “I just left him now to go have my bath.”
I just sh0t him a look at that surprise expression on his face. Like father, like son. He was acting as if he won’t sleep off the moment he has his b©dy resting on that be-d. I carried Emmanuel. “Let me just put him to be-d. Will be right back,” I excused the room.
Dragging my tired feet to Emmanuel’s room, I gently l@yhim down on his be-d. He didn’t even try to wake up. Sometimes, I think he doesn’t like bathing at night, or may be the cold water. Because of him, I started using h0t water for them but not always. He snuggled up to his pillow, opened his eyes, and just closed it back.
As I was about changing his clothes, something caught my eyes. I moved closer to his school bag, and brou-ght out the small nylon. Trying to lose it, I realized it was more than one. I got hold of what was inside, and a smile appeared on my face. He’s protective, and always keep his things safe. I decided to take it to keep it inside the fridge for him. Almost walking out his door, I heard that little voice.
“Mommy, my gala!” His two eyes popped open at me as if he has not been slee-ping. I chuckled to myself. But this boy was slee-ping now. What type of
magic?
Gala magic!
All in the sweetness of Gala, my boy woke up.
Gala is a wonderful Bae.
I decided to use the opportunity to my advantage.
“Okay, let’s go and bath.”
“Mommy, my gala first,” he said instead.
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To_Be_Continued