The Love That Triumphed 1
“That is good, mom. We are out of our honeymoon. Thank you for checking on us.”
“It is all right. Can I speak with your husband if he is close?”
“Yes, mom. He is close by. Speak with him.”
She responded shyly, and the mother noticed through her voice and asked immediately.
“Why are you shy?”
She chuckled and responded.
“I'm not shy, mom. Speak with him.”
Then, she handed her phone over to her husband, who was resting his back on the bed headrest. Now, she rested her head on her husband's thighs while he held the phone in his left hand while running his right fingers through her hair.
“Hello, mom. How are you?”
“Oh! Denise. How are you?”
"I'm fine, mom. How are you doing at the missionary camp?”
“We are fine. Why is your wife shy?” Any news for us?”
“Yes mom. We are expecting our bundle of joy.”
The next voice that Denise heard amazed him. It was Olivia's father who grabbed the phone from his wife when he heard that they were expecting.
“Hello, Denise, that is a piece of good news. I was convinced that you would take good care of my daughter. I'm happy for the two of you.”
“Thank you dad. How are you?”
“Hi dad.”
Olivia, who got up from her husband's thigh, greeted as she collected the phone from her husband. She spoke with her dad for a few seconds, and they ended the call. Afterwards, Denise giggled, held her closer and announced.
“Dad said he was convinced that I will take good care of you. Get ready, I feel like taking good care of you right now.”
Olivia smiled and pulled away from him. She picked the pillow and threw it at him and asked.
“Is that what he meant by taking good care of me?”
“It is part of it.”
Denise pulled her closer again and covered her lips with his for a deep kiss. Olivia responded as she moaned.
“I love you, my baby.”
He said as he released her. Olivia, who was craving, gave him another affectionate kiss before she said.
“I love you the more.”
However, Denise took good care of her, as her father was convinced. After dinner, Mr. Nicholas Fields and his wife drove them back home.
“Thank you for your visit. You made our weekend worthwhile.”
Mrs. Fields appreciated.
“Thank you for hosting us. We appreciate.”
Mr. Denise Bailey responded as he led his wife into their apartment. He was not afraid of beating up his uncle, Mr. Stephen Bailey, but he was afraid of a mysterious man who could be a mere figment of his imagination.
At Mr. Stephen Bailey's Residence.
He got back to his apartment after he left the Bailey's Native Home. Now, his shirt was already stained with blood, and he was embarrassed and afraid that his janitor may see him and suspect he had shoplifted and was beaten up. Then, he came up with an idea on what to do. After he parked his car at the car park, he honked and the janitor walked up to him and greeted.
“Welcome back boss.”
Mr. Stephen Bailey, who rolled down his car's tinted window, requested.
“Thank you. Get me one of my shirts from the wardrobe.”
“All right boss.”
The janitor walked away and returned with his shirt. Then, Mr. Stephen Bailey removed his blood stained shirt and changed to a new one before he got off his car and walked briskly into his apartment with his face down. The janitor walked behind, not giving thought to his action. He got to his bedroom and took a hot bath before he gave himself simple first aid treatment and rested on his bed. Subsequently, he meditated on today's occurrence and regretted ever going through Mr. Arthur Bailey or Denise her son.
“I should have gone to her directly and the embarrassment would have been minimal.”
He thought for a while and blamed himself for misjudging.
“I should have driven straight to Williams Bailey's house to see Nichole, who must have been sex starved. We would discuss this in her bedroom. I think I should give her a call.”
Now, he picked up his phone and remembered Freya's warning:
(Rascal, …. You cannot disintegrate us. Let me see you anywhere near my mother or father.)
He looked at his phone and refrained from his intention. Soon, the analgesic painkiller that he took as first aid caused him to sleep.
To Mr. Louis Bailey, whether he went to sleep or not, he must finish what he had started. For thinking of involving his mom in his undefined lifestyle, he will pay for it.
At Mr. Arthur Bailey's Apartment
The estate had a total of twenty families occupying it. These families were members of the Bailey family. They were familiar with seeing Mr. Arthur Bailey and Mrs. Nichole Bailey together, even when her husband was alive. She was even suspected of polyandry, but their suspicions had been laid to rest. They returned from their walkout feeling good. For obvious reason, Mr. Arthur Bailey did not want her to be aware of all that transpired in the estate. To his consternation, she never bothered to log on to the family platform.
“Thursday, is not far away from today. You will be my legally married wife.”
He reminded her while they took their bath. She simply smiled. To Nichole, she was already fulfilled because she had already moved into his house, so she was not excited, but to Mr. Arthur Bailey, it meant the world to him, it would give him the confidence he needed. Nichole, who was out of the bath tub and, drying her body, looked at him seductively and said.
“You are worth waiting for, Arthur. I have no regret loving you.”
Arthur Bailey got off the bat tub too and asked.
“I had not asked before now. I know you love me so much, but, why do you love me, Nichole?”
Nichole was moved, she remembered all the days he disregarded her love advances, the days of unrequited love, and she felt unwanted. She became emotional and remained calm, holding her towel firmly. Mr. Arthur Bailey, who was drying his body while waiting for her response, noticed that she was calm and moved closer to her while she was backing him. He called out her name.
“Nichole, why are you calm?”
He inquired. But she gave no response. When he noticed that she was sobbing, he turned her to face him while he pulled her closer. He cupped her face with his two hands and asked.
“Nichole, please talk to me. Did I hurt you with my question?”
Nichole could not talk, but cried her heart out. He held her and allowed her to cry.
'This is the second time she is crying because of me. How am I sure she would not abandon me?'
Mr. Arthur Bailey thought. They stood on that spot in their nude for a few minutes before she spoke.
“Arthur, you were too hard on me. You ignored all my love advances. You treated me as though I were a trash…”
“Stop, Nichole. Please.”
He demanded with a voice filled with emotions. Now, he had begun to tear up, and it reflected in his voice.
“Forgive me, Nichole. I am not proud of my actions to you. But you have to consider my plight too…”
He stopped when he was overwhelmed by emotions and left her. In anguish, he walked to the room, sat on the bed and lowered his head to allow his anguish to roll away with the tears.
Meanwhile, Nichole calmed down when she noticed the pains in Arthur's voice. Then, she walked to him, sat beside him and placed her hand on his shoulder and asked.
“Can I call you, hubby?”
Now, Mr. Arthur Bailey was moved. He remained calm but stopped sobbing. Nichole continued by adopting the principle of 'silence means consent'.
“Hubby, I'm sorry that I hurt you by not considering your perspective.”
She gave him a peck on his temple, lifted his head and placed it in between her breast. Mr. Arthur Bailey remained calm then she said.
“Hubby.”
“Yes, wifey.”
“I love you.”
“I am aware of how much you love me. Thank you for seeing me as your husband even before our marriage. I love you so much, Nichole. Let us forget about the past and be positive about the future.”
Nichole acknowledged.
“You are right, hubby. I will continue to love you.”
“You have all my love now that you have found me.”
“Thank you. Hubby.”
“Kindly make love to me. Please, I need you to make love to me now.”
“I will, and I will wipe away your tears.”
Mr. Arthur Bailey made love to her and wiped her tears away.
She satisfied him and wiped away his tears too.
“Wifey.”
“Yes, Hubby. I want to let you know this.”
He paused and looked at her, and she encouraged him.
“Go on. I'm all ears.”
“Good. I was not ignoring you because I was seeing another woman then.”
Nichole gave him a curious look and he continued.
“You may wish to know that you are the first woman I have had an intimate relationship with after the death of Rosy.”
Nichole chuckled and asked.
“If that was the case, what kept you all these while.”
“I was only being faithful to her. You were not the only woman who wished to replace her, but I had to be faithful. I can't love multiple women.”
“I apologize for judging you wrongly.”
She gave him a peck and continued joyously.
“I got you at last. I'm yours.”
He gave her a peck too and agreed.
“Yes. You are mine. I hope we can move on with our love and stop bothering with our pasts.”
“Yes. You are my hero.”
Thereafter, they proceeded to the parlor for dinner.
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