Married To An Atheist - S01 E03

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Married To An Atheist - S01 E03

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

He leaned closer and nuzzled my neck.

Feeling his touch, a cold sensation passed through me, getting me all hot, as a ‘moan’ escaped my lips.

He reached for my zip, dragging it down. Stripping me to the feet, he let his eyes linger for a minute before cupping my petite breasts, planting a kiss each, as I purred, melting in his arms.

“The twins,” his voice called me out.

“Oh, they’re asleep,” I wasn’t in my right senses. All I wanted, was to be lost in his arms.

“Later.”

I shuddered as he pulled away.

Amos and I hadn’t made love, for reasons I do not know. Aside the fact the twins were there, he asked me to put my clothes back on and left without saying a word.

***

Three years had passed since the incident. Amos and I began dating in the later months, and while the twins were celebrating their fifth birthday, Amos and I were celebrating our second year anniversary.

“Don’t you like how time flies?” Amos raised a glass and winked at me.

“Mm, time,” I inhaled the lovely air. Being in the outdoors, on a not so sunny day, was the one thing I looked forward to, as long as it came with no suffering.

Ever since Amos came into my life, things had been way better. I never stayed in the sun, working myself out in the market, trying to make ends meet. I even had my own boutique, and our one room apartment was pushed aside. My kids and I left for our whole new home. A 3-bedroom flat, with a toilet—inside! Things were definitely going well for us.

Amos was to leave for London soon. But before he did, he did the last thing I never expected he would so soon—”Marry me—” his voice had graced the air that fateful day.

“Marry you?”

“Yes, marry me, Habibat. Make me the happiest man on earth.”

I stood speechless for a moment, looking at the scattered roses on the floor of his living room.

“Say something, Habib. Do not let the poor man’s heart break.”

I laughed slightly, then said, “Of course I’ll marry you. I’ll marry you, Amos—”

A court wedding was set. A little party was thrown with few friends invited, and of course my parents, alongside Yemisi and Mama Iya. Their joy knew no bounds.

My kids were the happiest–having Amos as a father was the one thing they never expected. It was a dream come true after all, and they were going to live to tell the tale.

***

“Packed everything?”

“Yes,”

“Passport?”

“Got everything, honey!” hot lips found mine.

“Mm, I’ll miss you,”

“Not when I’ll miss you more…”

I couldn’t let go of him.

The twins and I saw him to the airport. Bidding him goodbye—a tear dropped, and onto my neckline it fell. “Make sure you use the money and enrol in school. I’ll be calling from time to time—” hearing his voice gave some kind of comfort. Having no choice but to let it ring, I clasped my kids’ hands and caressed them both.