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Adunni placed the kitchen in search of what to eat. She was binge-watching new episodes of the Simpsons that she had missed when her appetite returned. Certain food combinations had been passing through her throat for some weeks now, and they weren't usually normal. Last she checked, she was craving Eba and Ice cream for a month until last night when she threw up after taking it. Her body felt irritated by it and now, she had to do random tasting of everything she had to know which would go down her throat, and which wouldn't. She left the kitchen to the living room, and in the corridor, She heard muffled sounds from the bedroom.
Adunni placed her ear on the door, unsure of the sound that emitted from the bedroom. It sounded like...like....moans. Moans? She barged into the bedroom, Her stomach entering the scene before her head could. Isaac froze. He had his hands in his boxers, and his laptop on his bed. On the laptop was a porn video with the porn actress in it moaning loudly. He tried to pause the clip, but his hands kept hitting the wrong buttons in panic, so he just froze.
"Are you mastur-" He did not allow Adunni to complete her question. "It's not cheating. " His voice lowered after a pause, "Is it?"
The moans from the video weren't helping the situation. He slapped shut the laptop.
"You're unbelievable! Ugh!" Adunni turned to walk out of the room. Isaac wasn't sure of the word to say, but he ran in front of her, "No, no, babe, stop."
"What?" Adunni asked irritated. "It's just... If you'll let me hold you," he wraps his arms around her, and she lets him. "Kiss you," he kissed with his hands prowling the contours of her back and lower. She pushed him, "You this horny monster." She made her way out of the room and he followed her into the living room.
"I did some research, " He stopped at the entrance while she sunk into the couch. "On what? Porn?" "No. On sex being good for pregnant women." He said. He had not taken any form of proper research on it, but he had overheard from a group of black guys at the bar one night. "That's some silly shit," Adunni raised the volume of the television to air him out.
Isaac walked into the kitchen to get a bottle of water and returned. He jumped into the bean bag and rolled his eyes at her. She reduced the volume. " I can't have you poking your stuff at the baby's head." "That's not possible." "Yeah, tell that to Seyi's baby with the Frying pan head in Lagos". She said blandly. Isaac laughed, and it made her laugh too.
Isaac picked up the pillow from the other couch and spun it in his hand like he would have done to a basketball. It had been two months since he asked Adunni to marry him at the dinner. What, after the dinner, she claimed was too sudden and pressured. He did not want her to be a single mother who would tell her child that his father walked out on her when she was pregnant and moved to California to start a new family. He wanted his life with her.
"My body rejected Eba and Ice-cream yesterday, Isaac," she said. "It shouldn't have accepted it in the first place. That's a really bad combination."
He thought about how they would have had a baby shower if they had gotten married before the pregnancy. Marriage would have changed a lot of things. About how if they were married, she wouldn't be, with him, airing out and avoiding their parents. It was as good as eloping but to some known address in the same state. His father still sent him money even though he had gotten a job at the superstore uptown, but he wouldn't dare tell Adunni, especially when she asked where he got the money from.
"-Isaac!" Adunni jerked him out his thought, "You this douchebag, you're not even listening." He stood up to return the bottle, "What are you craving this time, Babe?"
"I said my water just broke." She said calmly. He stopped abruptly, and turned around, "Is that some other way of saying you're thirsty, 'cause I've got a bottle of water in my hands." "I'm thirsty, Give me the bottle, I'll just give birth on your couch."
Isaac lost his composure. He didn't know what to pick, what to take, what to do. He froze. "ISAAC." Absent-minded, "Eh." "Get the car keys, I'm not dying."
Isaac, now a shadow of his aware self, ran to the bedroom to pick up the car keys. On the way to the bedroom, he remembered tips from the emergency child delivery videos he had seen on YouTube. He, for a second, considered the idea of him delivering her the child in the house, but when all he could remember from the video were the gaudy capital letters and ugly font used to write the topic and the doctor saying, 'Remember to hi the like and subscribe button', he saw how much of a bad idea it was.
He was going to be a father. He remembered when she first pulled up at his house with the urine test, but that eight months ago. He made a mental note to ask her to marry him in the car before she gave birth. He made a mental note that he was ready to be a good Husband and Father.
Adunni threw a pillow at him when he returned to the living room with the car keys. "What?" He squealed. "Go put on some damn clothes"
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