contract - Season 1 - Episode 47

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contract - Season 1 - Episode 47

“You do realise that I’m perfectly capable of
walking by myself, right?”

Tobi had insisted on carrying Abena bridal
style when they got back from the hospital,
and although she liked the closeness, very
much, she was obviously not going to show
it.

They had gone to the hospital first, to drop
Joseph, much to the displeasure of the
doctor.

Apparently, he was a handful.

Then, after Abena had her check up, they
came home.

“Abena, you know the doctor said that your
body would be sore. So be a good girl and
shut up so I can set you up in the
bathroom.” He easily manoeuvre through the door, up the stairs and into her room.
He dropped her gently on the bed, and went
into her bathroom. She heard water rushing
and after a while, he came out.

“So, I’ve set the bathtub for you. It should
relax your muscles. What would you like to
eat?” He asked, wiping his wet hands with a
towel.

“You are acting so nice, it’s weird.” She
pointed out.

“I’m always nice, you just didn’t know. Now
answer before I change my mind.”

She rolled her eyes and smiled. Well, it
would be good to make good use of the
situation.

“Fried rice please. Chicken included, and
bananas too.”

“Okay then. Get into the bathtub before it
gets cold, or would you need help in there
too?” He wiggled his eyebrows at her and
she started laughing.

“No, thank you. I think I can manage.”
“Suit yourself.” He shrugged with a smile.
“Shout if you need anything.”

After he left, Abena peeled off her clothes
slowly. She remembered that they forgot to
get her phone back from the kidnappers.
Her gaze wandered to the iPhone that Tobi
gave her. She shrugged to herself; nothing
wrong with accepting his gift. At least, now,
she would be able to video call with Demi.
Demi.

She missed that boy so much, it hurt. But
she knew they had to be apart. He had to
get better. She knew he was going to get
better, that was why she was pregnant for a
price.

And now, she was getting more than she
bargained for.

…
“Tobi, what time is the interior decorator
coming tomorrow?” Abena asked as she
walked down the stairs, wearing her old
sweatpants and the shirt Tobi let her wear
the day they went shopping.
“I buy you a whole closet, yet you still wear
my shirt?” Tobi raised his eyebrow and gave
an amused smile.
“It’s comfortable. Don’t ask questions if you
find out that your shirts are missing.” She
shrugged and sat down on the stool, resting
on the kitchen island.
Tobi was flawlessly chopping the vegetables
and she could see that the rice was already
cooking. He was wearing an apron, and she
realised that the situation seemed domestic
again.

“The interior decorator would not be coming
tomorrow. I moved your appointment to next
week.” He said, while getting the frying pan
from a cupboard.
“Why?”

“Because, you’ve had a rough day, so I
decided to stay home for this week to take
care of you.” Her skin warmed up at his
words. “You need to rest na, and we have
plans tomorrow.”
“Plans? What kind of plans?” She said, while
taking a carrot from the bowl. He slapped
her hand playfully and removed the bowl,
placing it far away from her.