DREAM WAKE --- {COMPLETED} ☑️

DESTINY WAITS...

Chapter 4

Eyare

You can run and you can hide, but I will eventually catch you . . . Destiny!

It was on the dark side of twilight as I pulled up in the driveway. Dark clouds hung heavy in the sky like gigantic cobwebs. It looked like rain.

Light spilled out from the kitchen windows, casting a bright glow on the otherwise dark driveway. I couldn't wait to get out of the dark and into the light. I was sure Osagiede was still up.

Piercing pain shot into my waist as I bent to take my briefcase and jacket from the back seat of my car. It had been a long tedious day. I was just glad it was over.

As I walked to the front door, my shoes made a crunch - crunch noise as it came in contact with the gravel beneath it. I had always loved the sound so I dug my heels in further, revelling in it.

I fished out my keys and slotted it into the key hole, but the door swung open of its own accord.

That's odd! Someone must have gotten inside in a hurry.

I looked around as I made my way to the foyer, noticing that the chandelier -- the only expensive thing there -- was still in place in its hold. I released the in-held breath I didn't realise I was holding.

Making my way to the sitting room, I saw the lights were off and a draft of wind breezed in through a window that had been left open. Although nothing seemed out of place from the little I'd seen, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong.

That feeling ebbed when a delicious smell waftied in from the kitchen; the smell of richly-cooked soup. Osagiede must have been in a good mood today. I wondered what the occasion was about.

First the unlocked door, the open window and now cooked food as well.

Something was definitely up!

She was usually too tired to do any cooking when she got back home from work, always complaining about how overworked she was. All that because of a promotion with a much bigger salary too, if I might add.

What she didn't understand was you had to earn that by putting in extra work and time.

"HONEY, I'M HOME!" My voice bounced around the house causing echoes as I made my way to the kitchen.

There the smell of soup hung thicker in the air. I spied the pot on the cooker and made my way towards it. Once I lifted the lid, the smell hit my nostrils. Lush green periwinkles cushioned in creamy yellow soup mixed with chunky pieces of large sized chicken, gazed back at me. Banga soup never looked so good.

Excited, I got a spoon, scooped a generous amount of it and sipped.

An explosion of yummy goodness filled my tastebuds!!

I couldn't wait to get out of my work clothes so I could do justice to it.

I retraced my steps to the sitting room and made my way to our bedroom, noticing as light spilled into the corridor from the guest room --- a room that had never been used before, only because it was meant for a new addition to our family.

Did that mean . . . ?

No it couldn't be.

But what if it were?

What if she were actually pregnant?

With an accelerated heartbeat and legs which had suddenly turned into molten silver, I walked towards the light, passing our bedroom in the process. The door was ajar, but I didn't even turn my head to take a peek.