contract - Season 1 - Episode 34

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contract - Season 1 - Episode 34

“Okay. I like this one, and this.” Abena said
as she walked through the store, dumping
every attractive piece of clothing on Tobi.
“When I said that you could shop to your
hearts content, I didn’t mean that you
should make me your shopping bag.” He
said as she dropped a dress on him.
“Well, this is your way of apologizing for
making me fat.” She said, looking through
some shirts.

“You’re pregnant, not fat.” He pointed out
with exasperation.
“Same thing!”
“Okay.” He said calmly. “Why don’t you try on all of this first?”

She nodded obediently, and he called one of
the shopping assistants. “How can I help
you sir?” She asked, batting her fake
eyelashes at him.

Tobi didn’t seem to notice the flirtatious
smile that the assistant was giving him, or
the amount of ladies that were eye-raping
him in the store.

“Yes, you can. Take all of this first.” He
dumped the clothings on her, causing her to
stumble a little. “I need you to help her out.”

“Of course sir.” She gave a strained smile.
“I’ll see to it that your wife is taking care
of.”

Much better , Abena thought. These women
are just treating me like I’m nonexistent, so…
wait… wife?

She stared at Tobi in surprise but he just
gave her a wink and followed the assistant
to the changing room.

“Wife, you coming?” He teased and she
glared at him, ignoring her increasing
heartbeat.

After a few hours of shopping, Tobi was
tired, but Abena wasn’t.
She held her cone of icecream and her
purse, while Tobi carried all twelve bags of
maternity wear and, after the insistence of
Abena, unisex baby clothing.

“Wait.” She said abruptly.
Tobi stumbled back. He was supposed to be
annoyed. As a billionaire, he didn’t carry
things for people, it was the other way
around. He didn’t like to be told what to do.

But when Abena told him to do something,
he did it, he complained obviously, but he
did it anyway.

“What is it now?” He complained.
“We have to decorate a nursery.” She said,
beaming at him like she just won a million
dollars.

“No need jare. I’ll get an interior decorator
for that.” He said, dismissing the topic and
walking towards the car to drop all the
bags.

“But I want to do it. We should do it. It’s our
baby.” She explained.
“Abena.”
“I know, I know. It’s not really mine. But
please, let me do this one thing for my child.
Just one thing. So that I can know that I did
something for my child before I left.”
He looked in her eyes and knew she was
already getting attached to the baby. And
the baby wasn’t even born yet. But there
was nothing he could do. The baby was,
literally, attached to her.

“Okay. But, abeg, stop referring to my
daughter as an ‘it’.” He joked and she rolled
her eyes.

“It’s a fifty-fifty chance jare. Thanks sha.”
She smiled sincerely at him. He smiled back
at her, and his gaze fell to her lips. How
could someone look so… kissable, he
wanted to kiss her, right there.
“Let’s start with paint!” She squealed in
excitement.

“You’re not going to paint. You could fall
down when you’re painting the top part of
the wall.” He said.