MARRIED
TO VICTOR STEPHEN
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EPISODE_23
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Trying to change a situation would only cause more problems, and take you no where. The only thing you can do when you find yourself in a situation you never planned for is to make the best out of it. Make the best out of anything that comes your way. That night, Daniel’s luggage were taken to Emmanuel’s room. After everyone left, Grandma advice we tell the kids earlier to clear their doubt, and answer their questions. Both Emmanuella, and Emmanuel stared at their Grandma, wondering what she was up to.
“Mom said you’ve been asking about brother Daniel this afternoon,” she said, ma-king the children so eager to know more, as they immediately bec@m£ attentive.
“Brother Daniel here, is your big brother.” Grandma announced, and I wasn’t expecting them to face me. Like… Why did they look away from the host? I nodded instead, and they both chorused instantly. “Big brother!”
“Yes, big brother.” Their Grandma replied.
“Really! Wow!” Emmanuel bec@m£ happy. “I’ve been looking for someone to pl@yball with. Do you pl@yball?” Daniel nodded in reply. I wasn’t expecting a quic-k reaction from any of the two. But I guessed it was a bit easy on Emmanuel because Daniel was just a boy like him. But my Emmanuella didn’t say a word. She just studied him, looked at him, and went to be-d immediately she was done with supper.
Victor was a bit worried, but I made it clear to him he shouldn’t expect a quic-k result. With time, the children will get along. After they all left, Daniel had been on his own too. The only person he was able to talk to looking cheerful was Victor.
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I c@m£ out of the bathroom, and I couldn’t wait to hit the be-d. I was so tired, and feeling sleepy alre-ady.
“Thanks for today,” I heard Victor murmured beside me when I sat on the be-d to change into my night go-wn. I remembered he liked repaying people back for their kindness, and with that, I decided to shoot my sh0t. I grin wickedly, and he just looked at me confused, wondering what I was up to. “Well, have been thinking of how you can repay me tonight,” I smiled at him, and he just stared back at me instead.
“What job is that?”
Immediately he asked, the job I had prepared for him increa-sed her voice. Gently, with a happy heart, I carried the only human being in our house, whose favorite hobby is to cry. “God bless you sir,” I k!$$£d hisl-ips, and immediately turned to my side, resting my back on the be-d. “Goodnight,” I murmured.
Victor just laughed instead. “What do you really want me to do with her?”
“Just bring out your br£@st for her to su-ck.”
Victor chuckled r0ûghly, and after a minute, I saw him did what he should have done earlier. He put Michelle on his shoulder pacing up and down right there in the room. I finally closed my eyes to sleep, and prayed the girl sleep on time, so Victor could go to be-d too.
I didn’t know how many minutes have sle-pt, but I knew I was alre-ady asleep when I felt Victor’sl-ips on my n£¢k, with his big hand heading to a dangerous destination. I gr@bb£d his hand before he could reach his destination. “I’m still recovery, and you nee-d rest.”
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He laughed, his breathing fanning my n£¢k. “Don’t speak for me. And I’m not tired.” His voice husky, and nee-dy. I turned around facing him, with my eyes slightly opened. “Since you have so much energy tonight, plea-se let’s reserve it for Michelle. I really nee-d to sleep for an hour,” I said, not knowing how many hours have sle-pt for.
Victor laughed, and tickled me from my sleep, causing my full eyes to pop open. “Victor st©p! I really nee-d to complete that one hour. ”
He laughed, ma-king jest of me. “You’ve sle-pt for an hour alre-ady. Michelle just decided to sleep now. So which one hour are you still talking about?”
“You are not okay.” Realizing he was ma-king jest of me, and wouldn’t let me sleep, I decided to give him a little torture, and be in the best position he always loves to see me. n-ked. I threw the cover away, and decided to sleep facing my upward, with everything hanging in the air.
“Suzy,” he laughed, trying to t©uçh, but I sl@pped his hand away. “plea-se one hour,” I reminded him again, and I couldn’t help grinning with him. I guess Victor wasn’t the only one who doesn’t like the idea of me slee-ping again. What happened causes him to laugh so ha-rd . “I thought you said she just sle-pt!”
Victor laughed at me in return, his laughter f0rç£fully piercing into my both ears, knowing I didn’t want to listen to his gossip laugh. He turned to me with a grin plastered on his face. “You think she would sleep, and allow you to torture her Dad.” He was enjoying the whole drama, feeling pompous. “Abeg, Baby Mommy can’t hear you. plea-se be audible,”he laughed very loudly this time. And as if the girl knew what her Dad said, the girl added more sugar to it, and increa-sed her voice.
“You devil!”
“The same devil you can’t get enough of.”
“Children are here plea-se.”
“Ma, you meant infants!”
“Victor!”
“Mrs. Sweetheart Stephen.”
That caused me to laugh, and drove a b!ow into his arm. He chuckled slowly, and got to his feet. “I nee-d a very cold bath,” he murmured.
I decided to tease him. I wasn’t feeling sleepy anymore because of him, so, he should definitely pay for it. “If you don’t mind, Michelle and I are re-ady to join you. Michelle baby what do you think?” The girl just drew my n!pplewith all her strength, ma-king me regret I asked her. I gr@bb£d my br£@st hoping Victor never saw that, but he did, and made jest of me.
“Don’t you joke with her Dad with something serious,” he said, and stepped into the bathroom. As I was about to re-lease my n!pplefrom her mouth, the little girl drew it back again with f0rç£.
Mommy what do you think you’re trying to do?
I’m still enjoying this milk jhoor!
I laughed at my thoughts, and caught her looking at me, as she su-cked on my brea-st. Father lord! Who
owns this child?
“Daddy in the bathroom, plea-se who gave birth to this girl? This girl can svçko.”
He didn’t reply.
I was not re-ady to give up. “Daddy in the bathroom!” I called again.
“Hey, are you okay? Who is Daddy in the bathroom?” He finally replied causing me to laugh. I laughed at my silly self, before replying. “Are you not a Dad? And you’re even inside the bathroom. That is to say… You’re the Daddy in the bathroom.”
His sweet laughter reached where I was immediately he bur-st into one. “Gosh! Suzy, you’re not helping matter.” I laughed knowing what he meant by that. I laughed so loud until I realized Michelle was alre-ady slee-ping. I couldn’t possibly give up on Victor because of her.
“Daddy in the bathroom plea-se can I come and help your matter!” I didn’t raise my voice too high this time, but I knew he heard me. He just didn’t reply. Shower was no longer rushing, and I knew he was done. He stepped out, put on his red bo-xer, and walked closer to the be-d. He pla-yfully pushed my leg which was resting on his side of the be-d away, causing me grin. Wicked human being. I laughed at myself.
As soon as he was done dusting his side of the be-d, he rested on the be-d, facing down, trying not to look at me. I deliberately put my S-xy leg back to where it was, except that, it was resting on a ha-rd bu-tt. Some seconds later, my phone beeped, and quic-kly, I picked it up re-ading the message.
‘You just like trouble.’
I smiled to myself. I missed that actually, and immediately started pressing my phone, grinning from ear to ear. He didn’t get the correct s£ntence, so I decided to help him reconstruct the s£ntence, and add my own.
‘I love trouble so much. He’s just so cute when I
annoy him.’
I s£nt back, and quic-kly dropped the slee-ping Michelle to have full time for Victor. I went back to be-d, and quietly moved closer to his side hvgging him, with one hand pla-ying on his che-st. I re-ad the message he was about to s£nd. ‘Go to be-d.’ Instead, I moved closer to him, and whispered. “You know you can still change your mind on that.”
Even though he wasn’t facing me, I knew my man was grinning alre-ady. “Suzy, have alre-ady accepted my faith okay,” he said, just using that to tease me.
I laughed, and re-moved the thin material I used to cover my b©dy when I was about feeding Michelle. Now I was sure he knew I meant real business. I knew I wasn’t strong enough yet, but I wanted this, and he doesn’t say no to this type of food. I k!$$£d his back, and laughed. “You know we can still shoot a scene,” I said, and immediately, he turned to my side, lifting me up gently to sit on him.
“Don’t you dare mess with me woman!”
I laughed, and I couldn’t st©p myself from giggling. Men can’t resist that. The power of women’s b©dy
“You’re one n@ûghty human being!” He showed his thirty to the only world he lived for. Me. And he’s
my only world I want to live with forever.
I giggled, and reminded him again. “Don’t forget I’m just recovering.”
Instead of pitying me, he claimed my mouth immediately.
I just like messing around with him. Just him. And
just him forever.
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Learning to cope with my family all together wasn’t that ha-rd at all. Daniel was a good boy most times. He volunteered to always help in the kitchen, and I couldn’t say no because he would eventually get it done. I noticed something Betty wrote in the letter about him. Daniel was brilliant. He was incredibly brilliant, and act as an adult most times when he was just about to clock ten.
He loves to ask questions, and he re-ads a lot. He would always ask anything he finds a bit intriguing, or couldn’t answer by himself. He spend most of his time with his Dad whenever Victor was around. He and Emmanuel had become so close, and they both share their things with each other. But for Emmanuella…
They would always fight, and argue with each other, while Victor and I always find a way to settle it between the two. Surprisingly, Michelle never cries whenever she was with Daniel. She smiles a lot with him, and enjoys Daniel’s company a lot. For Michael, he enjoys his sleep, and quiet lifestyle. Even when he’s not asleep, he doesn’t mind staying on the be-d, and looking at anything that could interest him. That is one thing Michelle could never do.
Emmanuella never st©p asking questions about Daniel, and that made me realize she was full of questions that haven’t been answered. But we knew that with time, she would forget about it all.
Victor’s mom was slee-ping while I set the the dinning for supper. She had been a great support, and nee-ded the rest badly because she ba-rely sleeps at night. I heard heavy footsteps, and looked up to see Emmanuella running down the stairs. “Mommy, mommy! Michael’s b©dy is smelling. Daddy told me to ask if the food is re-ady?” She leaped up a little to see what was alre-ady on the table.
I dropped the plates I was holding. “Tell Daddy I’m done. I will join you guys now,” I said, and she ran back immediately. With that speed, I alre-ady knew the first message she would deliver. Food! I got to cook us supper on time because Victor was with the children, keeping their company. Especially, both Michelle, and Michael. I was glad he decided to help ma-king my work easier, and fas-ter for me, because staying with the children is a work on its own.
“Where is your Dad?” I asked the children immediately I stepped into the room. They immediately pointed towards the bathroom.
“Daddy is cleaning up Michael,” Daniel answered. As I was about to walk towards the bathroom, the door opened, revea-ling both father and son. “Couldn’t find the wipes,” he said before I could open my mouth to ask why he chose to use cold water. I collected Michael from him, and dressed him up before we all went downstairs for supper.
They all sat down round the table while I served, and immediately I was done, Emmanuella was the one to remind us to pray before I could even drop the spoon I used. We said our prayer, and everyone started eating. I went to my mother in-law carrying her food along as I gently tapped her to wake her up and eat the food before it gets cold. Instead, she followed me back to the dinning table, only to realize Emmanuel was done with his food.
“Brother Daniel now,” he said as he dropped the glas-s of water in his hand.
“What is it about?” His Dad, Victor looked up at him.
“Dad he wants to a have quiz with me,” Daniel replied.
“And the gala brother Daniel. Hope you’re with it?” Emmanuel asked. I alre-ady knew something was attached to that quiz for him to be so persistent, and even being the one to remind Daniel.
“re-ady!” Daniel was done eating as well. He rushed the rest of his food immediately Emmanuel was done eating his. Emmanuel replied with his full thirty two. “Mommy watch me okay. Don’t forget that ribena you promised me.” He quic-kly reminded me, and faced his brother.
“One who writes a book is called?”
“Author now,” he smiled. He only got one, but was alre-ady telling everyone. “Grandma I got it. Mommy, don’t forget that Ribena okay?” His Grandma chuckled lightly, eating her food while I was just nodding my head.
“The slogan for Lagos state is?”
Emmanuel laughed, causing everyone to look up at him. “Even Michelle, and Micheal must know it,” he said, ma-king himself feel on t©p. “Is it not centre of excellence.” He laughed again. “Brother Daniel don’t give me simple simple questions now.” Victor looked up at him and shook his head in pity, watching to see how I would help his big questions.
“Reply with the capital of each state,” Daniel said. “Lagos.”
“Ikeja!” Emmanuel screamed. “I know it paa!”
“Bauchi!”
Emmanuel hit his head, and looked up at me. “Bauchi,” I answered for him.
“No mommy, the capital!” He said, while Emmanuella hit his head. “Is Bauchi jhoor! Mommy got it.” Emmanuel quic-kly cl@pped, and hail me. “My mommy is brilliant.”
Upon Bauchi, Bauchi!
“Okay mommy. Name the riche-st animal in the whole world, and the country such animal can be found.” Emmanuel said. He must have forgotten he was the one doing the quiz. But the question sounded funny.
Riche-st Animal.
Wait…
“Mommy, it’s a snake! That snake that swallowed thirty six million in jamb office.” Emmanuella laughed, and everyone at the table laughed, including me. How come I never thought of that. I chuckled silently again wondering who must have come up with such a beautiful, and hilarious story. Whoever did that does know how much Nigerians nee-ded to smile, and laugh away their sorrow.
“Brother Daniel,” Emmanuella called. “Is your turn,” she said, and turned, giving high five to her twin brother, Emmanuel.
“Name that key that can never open a door,” she dropped the question. I couldn’t help but ponder what type key it could be. Daniel’s light laughter filled the table. “Do you mean that key that can open any door? You talking about master key?”
“No, no, no!” Emmanuella shook her head, shaking her left index f!nger along. “That cannot,” she repeated smiling, and enjoying the scene. Daniel could not think of anything, and I couldn’t find the answer to it as well. “Just say it,” Daniel gave up causing Emmanuella to laugh. It’s a monkey!” She jumped out of her seat, laughing.
“Mo what!” Daniel couldn’t believe his ears.
“Its a monkey!” Emmanuella repeated. “That monkey that likes eating banana.” I couldn’t st©p myself from bur-sting into laughter along with my mother in-law who had finished eating too.
“Are you sure is not the one that likes taking ice cream.” I decided to tease and confuse them. Daniel was alre-ady laughing, when the two looked at each other obviously confused, wondering what type of monkey takes ice cream. “So there is a monkey that takes ice cream?” Emmanuella spoke out first, and I nodded. “In fact they are two monkeys,” I added, and they both bec@m£ very curious, and eager to know. “Mommy you will show us that monkeys,” they both chorused.
“Look at them,” I pointed to them but they looked back instead.
“Mommy now, show us.” They whined.
“Is both of you now,” I said and they finally got it. Emmanuella started shedding crocodile tears immediately. “But mommy am I really a monkey?” She asked causing everyone at the table to laugh at her.
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