The Contract ✔

The Contract - 10

Song of the chapter: Mad Over You by Runtown

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"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.

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"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.