contract - Season 1 - Episode 31

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contract - Season 1 - Episode 31

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It was none of his business. She was here
for his baby, and nothing else.
…
Abena danced in the kitchen as she stirred
the sauce that was cooking. Tobi walked in,
wearing sweatpants and a white shirt.
“What are you doing?” He asked with a
surprised look.

“Cooking. I was hungry.” She smiled him.
He opened his mouth to say something but
she stopped him by shoving a chopping
board in his hands. He gave her a quizzical
look.

“Since you’re here, I hate chopping onions.
So since you’re going to eat the food, you
should participate in cooking it.” She smiled
broadly.

“And you think I would chop onions for you?”

He asked, fighting the smile that threatened
to appear on his lips.
“Well yes. I can’t cry. It’s bad for the baby,

remember?” She handed him the knife.
“You won’t be crying because you’re sad,
you’ll be crying because of the onions.” He
pointed out.
“And onions make me sad.” She handed him
a bowl of onions. “Get chopping. I don’t
want to eat late tonight.”
He smiled and obeyed her order, and she
looked away from him, trying not to check
him out. He looked really good in everything
he wore, and the fact that he was chopping
onions made him look hot.
It was getting domestic.
“Oh my God, Tobi! Are you crying?” She
joked when she saw tears on his cheek.
“Shut up Abena.” He laughed and wiped the
tears.
“You have nice eyes. And eyelashes.” She
blurted out and looked away immediately,
totally embarrassed.

He burst out laughing and came closer to
her, and she scooted away, trying to get
away from him.
“You think I have nice eyes?” He asked
again.

“Thats not what I said. Stop coming too
close to me, you’re holding an onion.” She
warned.

“Then what did you say?” He asked, trapping
her in a corner
“I said, ‘look at the nice skies, and rainbow
dashes’.” She blurted out again and gave
her face a palm slap.
“What is wrong with me?” She muttered
while he laughed, clutching his stomach.
“No food for you, for embarrassing me.” She
pointed a finger at him and walked back to
the sink to wash the rice.
“Aw, I’m sorry, don’t be angry, my baby
mama.” He teased, standing behind her and
snaking his arms around her waist.
“Don’t call me that!” She snapped and pulled
away from him.
“Abena. Chill, it was joke.” He said, his
smile disappearing.
“I’m not your baby mama. And stop touching
me dammit! I’m not one of those girls that
get pregnant for celebrities and sU-Ck all the
money out of them!” She hissed.
“Well you’re here, pregnant for me, and
getting paid for it.” He spat back, arms
folded against his chest, and a scowl on his
face.

The next thing he felt was her palm against
his cheek.

“You’re a terrible person!” She screamed
before walking up the stairs, sobbing loudly.
He touched his cheek and sighed. The slap
hurt, but not as much as his words.

…
“Abena. Abena open up please. I made your
Jollof rice, and chicken, and I even got fresh
bananas.”