Another series Prt 2.

Tj laid on the table for a very long while at least it seemed as though it was a long while but in reality she knew it wasn't that long.

"you hurt me Tejumade, you hurt me real bad" was what he had said

'What have I done?' she thought 'how could I have done that to him? my baby, my love, my heart?'

she could hear the shower running in their bathroom, their magic bathroom is what they call it for two reasons 1. it was a two in one bath stall, individual baths all you had to do was slide the glass and it was one big shower, big enough for 4.

reason 2? they made lots and lots of magic there. how many orgasms had she had while in there? How many phone calls hove you received since the advent of Gsm?

She stood up, hesitant yet eager, she knows her husband, in this mood it was best to let him be but how could she? She has to make things right. As she walked towards the bath she could feel him in between her thighs, inside her, his essence the tadpole, her the pool. talking of pools she was still wet! thats the thing about this body of hers, it has a mind of her own, especially when it comes to Babatade Adetokunbo Adebo.

As though sparing the floor, she walks into the bathroom and sees him, her heart skips a beat, his back to her, the jet of water hitting his extremely taut body, the steam clouding the windows and the stall walls, she discards the little clothing she has on (fork the braids she's thinking) and walks into the stall, her side, he notices her...ignores her

she starts to move towards his half of the stall, she stops, she moves back to her half and picks up the soft sponge she uses for his back. 'therapeutic sponge' it usually works she thinks. As she soaps it, she looks over to him and starts to get even wetter and this had nothing to do with the shower.

She moves over to him and starts to scrub his back gently.

it was a silent "stop it"

"baby?"

"just go"

she walks back to her side of the stall then as though on second thought she starts to walk back

"look Tade I...."

he shuts the glass between them.

"tadeee"

she does a half smile and starts to take her shower.

He's done, she rounds off. He steps out, she does the same he starts to dry off, she picks a towel and starts to dry his back, 'he loves this' she's thinking, he loves it when I dry his body, he does.

"leave me alone"

"Haba Tade, whats up with you? I'm trying to apologise here"

he shakes his head "and she still speaks"

she ties the towel around herself, into the walk in closet right after him

"Baby, I didn't mean to sound like that, why are you wearing that? are you...are you going out?"

he ignores her.

Haba, its 8pm, you said you weren't going anywhere, you said you were tired, jo talk to me nooow?

he ignores her.

soon enough he's dressed. blue jeans, black t shirt, black vans, Kenneth cole wafting through her nostrils she notices one thing as he picks his car keys and walks out


his silver band is missing...he's not wearing his wedding ring.


3.30 am

she hasn't had any sleep, in fact since her husband left at 8pm she had been up and about, she had loaded the washing machine with the laundry, ye it was meant to be Saturdays work but her it was the early hours of Saturday, she had sorted his sock and boxers and hung them to dry, their closet she had arranged, everything was in its place, she had cooked for him his favorite meal, beans. she had picked at about midnight and was done cooking by 2. pregnant beans it was loaded with everything imaginable, she hadn't forgotten the pomo in small sizes, just the way he liked it. everything was set.

she had dried her hair and dressed in the purple and black number he had bought her on one of those random days.

"I felt like it so I bought it, I cant wait to see you in it and of course out of it"

she had looked smashing in it, then she had started to get cold, hi t shirt went over it then, any time now, any time now...

5am

she decided to clean the cooker, it was not dirty but hey, you could clean it over and over.

she cut some plantain, checked the oil in the deep fryer- he would be hungry when he got back

5.30am

father please bring my baby home safe

5.45am

Puhhhhh! his horn, thank you lord, quickly into the kitchen, take out the plantain from the fridge, deep fryer, start frying! beans out of the warmer, 7 mins later when he comes into the house, the table is set, they always ate in the kitchen anyways.

"welcome baby, you hungry?"

he ignores her.

"Tade, I made you some food, your favourite, loaded beans"

he goes up the stairs.

she's right behind him.

Into the room, he goes into the closet.

she glances at the mirror, it doesn't really look like she hasn't had any sleep, not at all. she takes off her t shirt and smooths the number she was still wearing, she walks into the closet; he's naked, birthday suit naked.

"at least if you wont eat food, se you would eat me?"

he's not even looking at her.

she walks to him and hugs him from the back, her head is in the middle of his back, she can hear his heartbeat from the other side, it quickens, so does hers.

she starts to rub on his chest at the same time rubbing her breasts all over his back, he stands there lets her do her thing.

she starts to kiss his back, she scrolls down and kisses his taut buttocks, she knows he is hard, dammit she was drippin, her head felt as though it were about to explode, her fingers and feet were hot from the sudden rush of blood to those areas, her nipples were hard, it felt as though there were a thousand pins in them, she didn't remember being this horny, maybe it was the anticipation, the wait had heightened her pleasure but now, now he was going to give it to her the way she liked, her i pod had been plugged in earlier, holiday was playing 'bed' over and over just as she had planned it.

"aww baby, I missed you so much, I missed your cork baby, all night Ive been wanting this, wanting you"

she turns him around to feel him, he places his hands on the sink as he faces her, the tiles were cold, the floors were cold but she was hot! damn damn hot.

she looks up at him as she places his hot hard cork in her mouth and slides it in all the way till she is about to gag, she rolls her tongue right under, at that spot, that line, he usually calls out to her here

"ye T baby, yes darl, babe"

she look up to him expecting to see his passion filled eyes.

It is a cold stare!

for a couple of moments he stares down at her then takes his cork out of her mouth....

"leave me alone."

he puts on his joggers and walks out.


He had rejected her, for the first time ever.

She don enter am.


6.45am

The television is on, he is watching his early morning cartoons, Kim Possible, American Dragon those are his favorites. She is dressed now, she still hasn't had any sleep. she packs the last of the untouched meal into the freezer and cleans up. there is only one thing to do now.

she walks into the living room, he is on the small couch, not on their love seat, not where they usually held on to one another as they watched movies into the morning, she goes toward him, he is not even looking at her


she kneels in front of him.

"Babatade- Baba mi, egbon mi, ore mi, Oko mi, Olowo ori mi (my father, my brother, my bestfriend, my husband, my all) I shouldnt have done what I did, Im not going to make excuses, Im not even going to try, Im just going to ask that you please forgive me, I was wrong, I was selfish, I was stupid, please forgive me, I cant stand this, I beg you"

he turns up the volume, he didn't even look at her.



7.15am

she's seating on the floor in front of him 'you need to forgive me she is thinking, you have to forgive me' her body cant take it anymore, it shuts down.

She sleeps, albeit troubled.

Maybe when she wakes up things would be better....

Maybe.