" You can be any kind of possessive of me, my love. You have spoilt me for everyone. And I'm telling all the girls I am on your side and telling all the boys you at on my side. You are going to be mine and mine alone" He told her.
" Wow you quoted Omah Lay now, are you a musician too?" She asked jokily, " Your talents keep increasing and you are blowing me away with all your God given talent. I will admit my mind is blown away" She Jokes, but with all seriousness.
" I will be anything for you, even be your doctor, therapist and even your Oxygen when you are sick"He told her, " And you are welcome my love, thank you for the compliment, even if I can sense a joke in it. I can't place it or put my hands on it. But I will take it as a praise and compliment that it is supposed to be" He replied proudly.
" That's "Relate by Boom box, right" She said, " And for your information that compliment was genuine. I was just trying to lighten the mood and just honestly being romantic" She added.
"You are right. So you listen to love songs?" He asked sarcastically, " You romantic, never. You that don't know how to play love, talk less of being romantic. All you know how to do is argue" He told her
"Of courses I do sing and FYB I am romantic. I don't live under a rock for your information. And not brag, I'm a romantic song musician and I DJ too " She boasted, " I do not argue"She argued.
" You a singer and DJ, hmm" He mocked lightheartedly, although he believes her. Of course he knows she wouldn't lie to him
" I am" She insisted
" Prove it" He dared her
"And FYI, You are doing it again" He pointed out, as she squeezed her face and turned away, "But in good way, baby boo" He added picking up her hands.
" What?" She exclaimed
" Arguing with me " He added
" Live me alone, don't touch me" She shouted.
" Come on I was joking" He said.
" Don't talk about that again" She
" That is a touchy matter, I know" He " And I'm sorry" He added.
" But You were spoiling my mojo, by guessing where I got my romantic quotes from" He said sadly.
" Don't worry I have one too" She told him," It feels good to love somebody and somebody loves you back" She sang to him.
" That's by Ayra Starr" He guessed right
" Yeah, you are right." She agreed, " I don't want to hear , that another woman is loving you. Thunder fire , fire that love" She sang another one.
" That's in my feeling" He told her, " You just changed it to English and a female version" He added.
" Yes" She agreed, " You are so smart" She complimented him, while clapping for him happily.
" Thank you very much for saying that. Let me give you the real version, the male version and in English not pidgin which was the actual language for that line"He told her, " I don't want to hear that another man is loving you, thunder fire , fire that love. Don't pretend oh, I am the best oh. I am in my feelings " He sang
" And you are in your feelings too" She sang along
" I nor won hear say another man dey love you, thunder fire, fire that love" They both sang the actual song in Nigeria pidgin English.
" I love how you love everything I love. I didn't know you where into love songs" He said to her.
" I am. I'm even into love stories too" She replied.
" I love it"He said,"So you are a softy inside and parading to be tough as a metal outside?"He asked jokily
"I'm not pretending, and yes I am acting tough, which FYI I am. No pretention in that. But I'm still soft too, especially in the inside, you don't expect me to be mushy like a mush-melo in every part of me, do you?" She asked.
" No, but you can be as soft as you want around me. You nor need to do gra, gra( acting very tough) around me. You are a woman and my woman at that. So you don't need to put on a front, I love you the way you are and every part of you. I love all your curves and and all your edges, just like the song writer said. So never ever in this life contemplate living me, while I am out here waiting for you my love, Just like Dwin, The Stoic said. I wouldn't be able to take it , because you are my heartbeat and when a heart stop beating the person dies, And I know you don't want me to die, so baby don't live me hanging, my love" He told her seriously and emotionally.
" I will never live you, because I love you too; just as you love be back" She confessed placing her hands on his chest.
" Don't worry if you don't I will give you love portion to drink and put the finish touch to our love" He sang a line from the song , " Constantly" by Boypee,Brown Joel and Hyce.
" As I dey put effort constantly" She sang along , as they both burst into a feet of laughter, " We should become musicians and form our own band or K-pop group, because we are so good" She compliment and commended both if them.
" Anything for my woman, woman. Anything she talk I go do am. Do am , no other girl for my visuals " He sang to her.
" Loving you, na my ritual" She sang along to Omah Lay's song, " Woman"
" She understand my pain" He ended the song with a smile as she smiles back at him, " I love you Chelsea Amarachi Okoro" He confessed his love again, using her full name
" And I love you too, Dennis Morgan" She confessed.
" Thanks ,my love" He said.
" Thank you too" She replied, " So as we are done with our musical let's go" She told him
" Please, let me come in, pretty please" He pleaded , giving her the puppy dog eye.
" Not the puppy dog eyes" Chelsea cried out, closing her eyes with her hands.
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