contract - Season 1 - Episode 33

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contract - Season 1 - Episode 33

Abena slumped her shoulders in defeat as
she looked at herself in the mirror, wearing
only underwear. Her closet had been
emptied out and clothes were scattered all
over the room. What was the matter, you
might ask.

Nothing fit.
The leggings ripped as she tried to pull them
up.

Her jeans didn’t go past her thighs.
Her shirts were too tight.
Her dresses were suffocating.
Skirts didn’t go past her thighs.
She couldn’t zip up her jumpsuit.
Nothing fit, well except for her sweatpants.
Tobi was taking her out, and she really
wanted to look good. But after trying every
article of clothing in her closet, she was
giving up. Her thoughts were interrupted by
a knock on her door.

“Abena!”
“One second!” She yelled and jumped into
her sweatpants. She threw on a random
blouse, and regretted it immediately. It was
suffocating.

“Oya, come in.” She breathed out.
He walked into her room and raised an
eyebrow at the mess. Then his gaze landed
on her and he bit the inside of his cheek to
stop him from laughing.
“You look… nice.” He said slowly.
“You’re a terrible liar.” She said and sat
down on her bed, tears threatening to fall.
“Okay, you don’t look nice. It looks like it’s a
lot of sizes smaller.” He said truthfully.

“That’s because I’m fat.” She said quietly.

“You’re not fat, you’re pregnant.” He tried to
reason out.
“What’s the difference?” She shouted at him,
wiping the tears that stained her cheek.
“Um… not all fat people are pregnant?” He
said slowly, trying to avoid the wrath of an
hormonal pregnant woman.
“Nothing fits. I’m just so fat now, I don’t
want to be fat. I want to be slim again. I
want my clothes to fit me.” She said.
“So, nothing here fits.” He said.
“You trying fitting into your clothes when
you have a… ball, attached to your
stomach.” She said.
“That’s my baby you’re talking about.” He
joked and she gave a small smile.
He slung his shoulder around her and pulled
her to him. “Abena. You’re not fat, you’re
just pregnant. And you’re a very hot
pregnant woman. I have never seen a
pregnant woman so beautiful.” He whispered
in her hair but she hardly heard a word he
said. She was too busy inhaling his scent,
and staring at his chest.
“Now, this is what you’re going to do. You’re
going to wear your sweatpants, and I”ll give
you one of my shirts, so you can fit your
‘ball’, in it and stop squashing my baby in
these clothes. And then we’ll go shopping.”
He said softly.

“But I wanted to look nice na. I won’t look
nice in sweatpants and a man’s shirt.” She
whined, although the offer of wearing his
shirt was very tempting.

“I think you look exceptionally beautiful in
everything.” He said and her heart skipped a
beat.

As he left the room to bring his shirt, Abena
was convinced that he only said that to
make her feel better, but Tobi knew he
meant every word.