Four Strips [Part 3]

For a moment there, she thought he was Ben. Her face slowly lit up until he came closer and she saw the mustache with streaks of gray. Her mind was playing tricks on her. She had to put up a front for this couple,and naturally her widest smile surfaced. She doubted their acknowledgment though . They were her God-sent angels. Dr. Thomas had suggested she give up her baby for adoption, seeing as she had no means of fending for herself talk less of the unborn one.
After Ben’s neighbor had saved her life, she had mixed feelings about this child. She almost jumped at the offer to give her baby away at birth.
But now that they were here, she wasn’t exactly sure. They looked like a happy couple, it was evident that they had been through a lot though. But one couldn’t ignore the wealth and comfort they exuded.
Maybe she was doing the right thing. She was going to giver her child the opportunity to have the good things in life. The things she never had.

She was becoming a wreck and her life was gradually getting out of control. She cried uncontrollably and broke down at all the wrong places. The most recent one was in the presence of her wedding planner and for no just cause. Aquamarine tried all she could to comfort her but she was simply inconsolable. But how could she not be? She had been raped on a rainy night on her way back from work, barely six weeks to her wedding. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she was pregnant, not for the love of her life, but for a total stranger. She really wished her mum had not lost her mother to cancer. She needed her now more than ever. She didn’t have anybody to confide in, the embarrassment was eating her up.
“Mama, where are you? You’ll know what to do. I’m so confused”

The morning sickness was going to give her away, and she didn’t want “new hubby” to know. She wasn’t ready to scare him or saddle him with the fears of a new addition. And she had not decided whether she wanted to keep this child or not. She had told him it was probably malaria and he suggested she saw the doctor. That wasn’t going to happen, what if the doctor asked her to take a pregnancy test? Her secret was safe with her mother. She already had a feeling that too many people knew.

Things were slowly beginning to look up. Tade had agreed to the adoption plan and the girl had said they could have the baby immediately she was born. She was elated!

She didn’t want to go to the hospital. She feared that she would hear that speech she had long ago rehearsed “I’m sorry Mrs. Bakare., but not this time”. She opted for the home pregnancy test instead. Her hands were shaky, she was sweating all over. She was a whirlwind of emotions. This could go either way. If she got disappointed, at least she would only be breaking her own heart. And if…
The end of the slip just turned purple. She wasn’t falling for this. She quickly brought out the second pack she bought for a re-test. The longest three minutes of her life passed and she rubbed her eyes to be sure she wasn’t dreaming. Only then did she realize that she had been holding her breath.
She was pregnant! Gold Abisola Bakare was pregnant!
She felt like her black and white world just got doused with buckets of paint.
Then she remembered the girl in the hospital and her unborn child….
(To be continued)


10 Comments Add yours

  1. dammy says:

    Hmmmm, what’s gonna happen now o???

  2. Nimi says:

    Please how many episodes does this story have? I need to know when to come back. Thank you.

  3. Thelma says:

    twisted story………..babies are coming!! who gets d happy ending?

  4. laolu says:

    Rolayo, r u sure u’re not pregnant? Hmmmn? *raised brow

  5. Amos says:

    Hmm, gettin interestin nw

  6. Ogenna says:

    Goosebumps, again!

  7. Naz says:

    I was holding my breath! Lol!!! Story is getting tangled…nice. 🙂

  8. Tinuola says:

    U made two slight grammatical errors that i caught there
    So be sure to always proofread! Anw as usual…..
    Can’t wait to see what comes next!

    1. kaycee says:

      whats ‘anw’?

      1. Tinuola says:


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