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THE STORY CONTINUES...

To all those who thought this story had come to an end... No it has not!

I was so tired. I woke up to see the nurse.  I had given birth to a baby boy in the early hours of today. I felt so weak as I talked to her.
"Hello there. Please where is my baby?" She smiled at me as she checked my drip.
"He's doing just great Ma'am. He's with the doctor for some thorough check up. Your husband will bring him as soon as the doctor's done." I sighed in relief. I really wanted to see my baby.
Amos entered with our son in his hands. He looked so handsome as he carried our baby. Amos kissed me as soon as he saw me looking at him. He placed our son in my hands who was fussing already. My baby boy looked so cute and small. I kissed his forehead. He looked do innocent as he looked up at me. I pulled up my gown to breast feed him and he sucked so eagerly.
"Who wore this cloth for him?" Amos was staring at me as I was breastfeeding.
"Nike did. She wouldn't even let anyone near him." We both laughed at that statement.
"You're not staring at my breast are you?" He smirked.
"Maybe?"
"Oh my Goodness Amos! I just gave birth."
"You still look beautiful though." Nike came in then with Stefan. Nike gave birth to her daughter a year and a half before I did. She hugged me and gave my son a kiss. We talked for a while right after I finished breastfeeding and my baby was asleep. I was surprised I didn't see Mum.
"Where's Mum? I haven't seen her yet."
"I've also been trying to reach her but her phone just keeps ringing. She'll be here in no time. I told Dad to help us go check her at home after work."
"Oh okay."

I got to my house two weeks after my delivery. It was nice to be back home. Amos was super caring and changed the diapers of our son. I still hadn't seen Mum. Nike told me she had gone home to see Mum's wardrobe disorganised(which was weird) and her phone was apparently on the side table of the bed. Dad said he came home to meet the house locked. Nike and I went around asking for Mum but nobody saw her. Her neighbours claimed she never left the house. Where could Mum be?
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I cried my eyes out whenever I thought about Mum. It had been months now and she was no where to be found. My baby was named John on the naming ceremony. I tried so much to pay attention to my baby but I couldn't rest with the fact that Mom was missing. I would find Mom no matter what! I spent my free time searching for Mom. We put up flyers, posters and even went on national TV. God knows I neglected my baby and Amos during the search.

After a long day at the office,I got home at 8pm. As I sat on the couch it occurred to me that I hadn't picked up John at the daycare centre. Shit!
"Where do you think you are going?" I  looked behind me to see Amos with baby John who was clearly happy to see me. I went to carry John and placed a kiss on his head. I breastfeed John and he slept off. I went back to our room to see Amos pacing. We made eye contact and I knew he was angry. I put my suit jacket and bag on one side of the bed and went to hug him at the back. He shrugged my hands off.
"Oh stop that. Where have you been all day Abike?" I sat on the edge of the bed.
"You know Mom's missing so I was..."
"Are you listening to yourself Abike? So you're searching for your Mom at the expense of our son?"
"I really didn't mean to. I was just caught up..."
"Just shut up." What did he just say? I stood up from the bed and turned him around to face me.
"Did you just tell me to shut up Amos?"
"And what if I did Abike? For God's sake Abike it's barely been two years since we got married but I'm tired."
"You're tired? Of what exactly?"
"Just forget about it." He removed his tie and walked over to the door.
"No you don't. Tell me what you're tired of." I stood by the door not allowing him pass.
"All this... You and your behaviour." I started laughing. Note my sarcasm in the laugh. I folded my arms and looked him in the eye.
"You're laughing?"
"Oh my God why shouldn't I? I've been searching for my mother for close to a year now and my husband tells me he is 'tired'. Wonders shall never end." He was pulling off his shirt as I replied to him.
"What do you mean?"
"What I mean dear husband is that you hardly care if I find Mom. All you want is for my attention to be on you and John." I was so angry at Amos. Our backs were facing each other as we talked.
"Why would you say that? Besides is it too much to ask for attention from my wife? Our son cries for you everyday."
"We all know that's not the reason you said you're tired of me Amos."
"I never meant that..."
"I don't want to know nor do I care. If you're tired of me you know what to do." He bent down to look at me where I sat on the edge of the bed. Tears were already in my eyes. He attempted holding my hands but I didn't let him.
"I'm so sorry if I hurt you by my words Abike..." I stood up abruptly.
"I'll be sleeping in the guest room tonight."

  As I lay on the bed in our guestroom, I cried. My husband was tired of me and I hardly spent time with my baby. I missed Amos so much. I decided I'd have to find a way to juggle my marriage, my son and the search for Mom. I heard my phone ring then. It was Nike. She had sent me a text message when I didn't pick up her call. She wanted to know if I would be able to meet her for lunch in her restaurant. I sent her a message saying I would. I dropped my phone on the bed and headed to the bathroom. I needed to bath. After a refreshing bath, I put on a night gown. I heard John crying from the monitor we put up in his room. John's room was adjourned to our room. I didn't see Amos in our room but as I went into John's room, I found Amos  trying to pacify him. We made eye contact and he looked sexy as ever as he wore only shorts. I took John from his hands and checked his diaper. He needed a change so I guess that's why he was irritated. I changed his diaper right after giving him a bath and then I put on a shirt for him. He slept off while I was breastfeeding him. Amos stared at us all through. I managed to put him to sleep after various efforts to put him to sleep woke him up. As I was about to leave our room, I felt a presence at my back. I turned around to see Amos with nothing on. He was stark naked.
"Oh my God Amos..." I put my hands over my face.
"What? It's nothing you haven't seen before." I could hear him suppressing his laugh. I shoved him in the chest and ran to the guest room. As I closed the door behind me I sighed. Did he think that was going to make me forgive him? I lay on the bed and all I could think of was his naked body. Funny how I was thinking about him and was distancing myself from him. I  groaned into the pillow. Why was he walking around naked in the first place? My pride wouldn't allow me go and beg him. He would have to come beg me.