AN EMOTIONAL AFFAIR – VOLUME TWO
Copyright © Ufuomaee
“The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy” (John 10:10).
Lola woke up in Bolu’s arms, stirred awake by a ray of golden sunlight on her face. It was a beautiful Wednesday morning, and the lovebirds had slept in late. She lifted her head up to see that Bolu was already awake and had been watching her sleep. She smiled at him. “Good morning, love.”
“Good morning, sweetheart. How was your night?” Bolu asked, as he pulled her up for a cuddle.
“Absolutely wonderful. And yours?”
Bolu kissed her, and spoke softly. “Perfect. I dreamt of you…”
Lola raised an eyebrow. “Really? What about?”
“It was strange. We were walking in a park… It was just us. Then this little girl came up to you, and held your hand, and then there was three of us. You carried her, and we sat down for a picnic together like a family. Then you were carrying a baby. It was so strange…”
“What do you think it means…?”
“I don’t know. Maybe we should consider adoption? Do you think we’re ready to have a child?” Bolu asked, looking with longing at Lola.
“I don’t know. I don’t think we’ll ever feel ready. We either want to, and are willing to make the sacrifices or we don’t. I don’t think we have to do anything. Do you want to adopt?”
Bolu rubbed Lola’s flat stomach, and smiled at her. “I’m open to it. But I’d rather you carried my child. Maybe I’m just selfish. The thought of you pregnant with my child is the most beautiful thing to me.”
“I want a family too, but it’s a big responsibility. I just hope that when we do have one, we will both be actively involved… I don’t want the pressure of looking after us to make you more focused on work again. The thought of you playing with our child is the most beautiful thing to me,” Lola said, with a grin.
Bolu giggled. “Definitely. I’m all in.” He kissed his wife passionately. “Let do it!”
Lola chuckled as he rolled her on her back. “What about breakfast?”
“You’re my breakfast…”
Mama was sat at the dining table, when the lovebirds eventually exited their bedroom together at 10am in the morning. Lola and Bolu were surprised to see that she had made breakfast. Bimbo’s special peppersoup with boiled yam and plaintain. The smell was heavenly.
“Ummm… You’re going to have to teach me how you made this soup, Mama,” Lola said, happily.
“I’ll drop the recipe for you. I’ve decided I’ll leave this morning,” Bimbo said.
“Oh why? You don’t have to go, Mommy,” Bolu said, wondering if something was the matter.
“I do. My work here is done,” she said, as she smiled at her son, and then at his wife, who was radiant today. She’d heard them last night, and again this morning. They needed their privacy.
Lola blushed, realising that Mama must have overheard their love-making. “It was lovely having you over, Mama. Come back anytime,” she said, genuinely.
“I’ll be back in eight months, give or take a week… You’ll need a hand with the baby.”
“Eight months? Don’t you mean nine?” Bolu laughed.
Mama shook her head. “Lola is already pregnant. I’m a mother, I know.”
Bolu and Lola looked at each other. Was it possible? Bolu swallowed with excitement. “Are you?” he asked his wife, with glee.
“Oh wow. I don’t know… I might be. I guess I’ll have to take a test, just to be sure.”
“Let me be the first to say congratulations!” Mama said, ignoring their unbelief. She got up and kissed Lola on her forehead.
Bolu drove Mama to the Bus Park for her return journey to Ondo State. Before she left, she had prayed over the family and blessed them. She also gave Lola her recipes to cook the peppersoup and Bolu’s other favourite dishes. Lola was very grateful, and they had hugged each other warmly.
Bolu bought some home-pregnancy tests from the Pharmacy, on his way back from the Bus Park. Lola took a test, which confirmed her mother-in-law’s suspicion. Joy washed over her body upon the realisation that a new life was already blossoming in her womb. She had had her own suspicions, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up. Her period had been due last week, but with everything that went on, she had assumed it was just delayed due to stress.
“I’m pregnant,” she said meekly to a hopeful Bolu.
He swept his wife up in his arms with a mighty “Hurray!!!” Lola laughed joyfully. “I knew it! I never stopped believing… Praise God!!! So Sister Chinasa was right after all.”
“Huh? Who is…? Ooohhh!” Lola had forgotten about the lady who had touched her stomach almost two weeks ago, and said that a fruitful seed had been sown. “Wow. I guess some people really do have the gift of sight!”
Bolu put Lola down, and drew her again into his arms. “I’m going to treat you so good, you’re going to want to get pregnant again and again and again!”
Lola chuckled! “You’re forgetting about the delivery! But, I look forward to the next eight months… Bring it on!”
As Lola kissed her husband, she wondered if it would be possible for her to be happier than she was now.
The next few days were like a dream. Lola and Bolu spent every minute together. They had decided on a trip to the Muri Okunola Park in Victoria Island on Wednesday, where they had a family picnic, to celebrate the new addition to their home.
In the evening, they’d settled down to watch a series of movies, and Bolu had prepared dinner – spaghetti with chicken and mushroom sauce. It was delicious and filling. Lola had fallen asleep on him during the third movie, and Bolu took her to their room and tucked her in.
Lola woke up Thursday morning to breakfast in bed. “I could get used to this, you know…” she had said.
“If I could, I would give you the world,” Bolu had said in response.
She’d put aside her tray of eggs and bread in preference for serving Bolu his breakfast in bed first. With no one around to hear them, Bolu didn’t try to contain his delight…
When they finally got out of bed that morning, it was already 11 am. They went for a boat ride on the Lagoon in the afternoon, and enjoyed a late lunch at the Cactus Restaurant, which also had a nice view of the Lagoon.
On Friday morning, Lola and Bolu made their first pre-natal visit to the Doctor. Dr Andrew Alli confirmed that Lola was five weeks pregnant already, based on the date of her last period. He advised her to start taking some pre-natal vitamins, and did some necessary checks to ensure that everything else was okay. At 32 years of age, she didn’t have much to be concerned about.
Lola and Bolu had a small argument over who should prepare lunch, when they returned from the doctor’s visit. Lola wanted to do it, but Bolu wanted her to rest. “I’m pregnant, not sick!” she’d said.
“Let me take care of you…” he’d insisted.
“You can’t keep this up anyway. Just let me do it, okay?”
“What do you mean by that?”
“When you go back to work on Monday, things will go back to normal… I’ll be the one coming home to cook, and clean… So what’s the big deal if I cook lunch now?”
“Because now I’m home, and I want to. We’ll figure it all out later, but just let me look after you, okay?” Bolu had replied.
“Okay,” Lola had said, giving in.
Bolu had pulled her in his arms and kissed her. Soon they’d forgotten about the argument. And about lunch.
On Friday evening, Bolu took Lola out to a Chinese restaurant in the city. They filled up on garlic bread, while they waited for their order.
Bolu looked at his wife adoringly. She was carrying his child, and he was so proud. He was finally getting everything he had ever wanted. If he got that promotion now, it would be perfect… But the challenge was juggling everything, and keeping everyone happy.
“What are you thinking about?” Lola asked.
“Just how happy you make me…” Bolu smiled. “I was also thinking about work… I still want that promotion. I want to give you everything.”
“Yeah, I was thinking about that too. Now, that a baby’s coming, we’ve got medical fees, school fees, child care and more to think about. A promotion for either of us would certainly help…financially.”
“Yes… Being a Senior Partner doesn’t have to mean more hours at the office. I would certainly have more control of my time…” Bolu said, stroking Lola’s hand. “I just want to know that if and when the promotion comes, it will be a positive change…for us.”
Lola sighed. “Trust me, I don’t want a house husband. These few days have been wonderful. Thank you for taking time off for me. But when you go back to work, I’ll miss you… Which is a good thing. I’ll appreciate messages throughout the day… The occasional gifts…and lunches perhaps. A couple of evenings together each week. Just to know that I’m missed too, and that I am still desired.”
“I can do that,” Bolu said. “And I want you to know that you’re always going to be no 1 with me. I will never be too busy for you. Anytime you call, I’ll pick, or call you right back if I miss it. And I’ll try to call and text more often.”
“Don’t just try…please do. Scribble it down in your dairy if you have to. Call Lola today!” she laughed.
“Noted,” Bolu said, humbly. “You know, I took last Friday off to sit at home and wait for you… You probably don’t realise how much you mean to me. I guess I was – and am – responding to a crisis situation, and you’re right that future crisis can be averted with sufficient safeguards, so I’ll do better. I don’t want you to doubt my love for you anymore.”
Lola looked at her husband, and realised how much she had hurt him. Just a week ago, she had considered walking out of her marriage, because she doubted how much she was loved. How had he managed to forgive such treachery? She wondered if she could have forgiven him as quickly, if he had been the unfaithful one.
“How did you do it?” Lola asked.
“Forgive me? I can’t imagine how I’d have gotten over it, if it were me.”
Bolu wasn’t sure how either. He had simply decided he wouldn’t hold it against her. He would still hurt when he thought about it, but he no longer blamed her for his pain. “How long did it take you to fall?” he asked instead.
Lola thought about his question. She couldn’t pin-point when she had succumbed to Danny’s advances. It had been gradual, but there was definitely a moment when she’d thrown caution to the wind, and to Bolu’s feelings. She realised she had fallen in an instant. One day she was resisting, and the next, she had given in to temptation. “I don’t know…it was gradual and sudden.”
“It doesn’t take more than a moment to sin. It takes just as long to forgive,” Bolu said. “They are both decisions that we make, with love and wisdom or regardless, in the case of sin. I chose to forgive and let God heal the hurt. As quickly as you fell, I’d made a promise to catch you…to always love and forgive you.”
“People think it takes long to forgive…but you’re only delaying your healing. Does it still hurt? Yes. But when I look at you, I don’t see what you did…I see the woman I love. You were never perfect, and will probably never be. I am not perfect either. But we’re in this together.”
“I pray I can be so gracious.” Lola swallowed a lump in her throat. How could she have ever doubted Bolu?
“It’s by God’s grace that we can forgive… When we realise how much we have been forgiven, we are able to forgive others,” Bolu said. “It is by His grace that we stand too. And we will stand, Lola. Do you believe that?”
Lola nodded. “Yes. We will stand in Jesus’ name. Thank you. For loving me.”
“Don’t ever forget it,” Bolu said, as he leaned in to kiss his wife.
One day, her unfaithfulness will be a distant memory. One day, there will be no more hurt from the memory. One day soon, Bolu will not call or text his wife because he is anxious that she will question his love and step out on their marriage…but because he simply wants to hear her voice. One day, the stain of her betrayal will be no more.
To be continued…
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