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Mercenary Wife – 10

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He was relaxing on a coca cola—a couple of bottles of coca cola, Simon amended, drawing a satisfying sip. Paul was with him, avoiding his coca cola by wetting his gullet with a pack of juice.

It was the exact date, three months ago, when he’d exchanged vows with his wife at a glamorous wedding the city of Port Harcourt, and maybe beyond its boundaries, still talked about. It was two months, not quite exact but close enough, since his marriage had taken the shape he’d always dreamed it would.

“You look happy.”

Simon looked at his cousin—his brother and his best friend—and grinned. “I am happy.” Two months, more or less, it’s been happy days for him—and her.

“Good to hear… and see.” Paul commented, paused, sipped. “You and Richelle all right now?”

Simon laughed at his curious question and searching eyes. “We are.” He took a drink and aimed a wink. “Always told you we were and will be. But you never listen.”

“You told me… told us, but it was plain to see that something wasn’t right for a while back there.” Paul’s eyes were contemplative as he twirled his juice. “Whatever it was is gone now though. We all can see that, seeing as your eyes are lit up like tiny torches.” He grinned at his joke. “I see her too. Something about her is different. Something I never saw in her before. She’s got the little torch beams in her eyes too and they seem to blare when you come in view. I see those beams and my heart settles right in my chest. She’s changed and you changed her.”

“You think?” Simon smiled. He liked to think it was love, and God, that’s brought the changes they needed in their lives.

Paul made a sound with his nose and shook his head. “Never seen you so close-mouthed about anyone in my life. Makes me wonder if that’s what love and marriage is really all about. Protecting the one you love… even when it hurts so bad.”

“It’s love and it’s a partnership. That other person is a part of you, so you don’t want others coming at them the wrong way.” Simon simply said.

“I guess you are right. And I’m glad it worked out for you… and her.” He seemed pensive for a moment. Then he murmured. “I used to think love was an uncomplicated business between a man and a woman. But—” he pulled up his shoulders. “I guess it can be complicated and maybe it’s not for everyone to find.”

“Love is for everyone, my brother. It is for you and you will find it.” Simon promised with a certainty he believed in.

“I don’t know. Once bitten… and all of that.” He shrugged again and shifted his gaze. Then his eyes seemed to narrow and focus.

Simon turned and saw Uma aiming in their direction.

“Hello, Uma.” His smile was friendly. “Richelle told me you were supposed to be over at the house yesterday but were not.”

“And she is mad as a bull about it.” Uma grimaced. “I got caught up at work. Told her I will make up for it but she’s not talking to me… that is after burning off my ears with her rant.” She chuckled, then shifted her gaze to Paul. “Hello, Paul.”

“Hello.” Paul said briefly and dropped his gaze.

Uma shifted away hers at once. “I was just on my way out. Was with a friend at the other corner. Will you do me a favour, please?” She asked and smiled. “Tell your self-righteously enraged wife she should call me when she’s done being mad and I’ll take her out for bolè and head of fish.”

“Tempting offer, I see.” Simon grinned good-naturedly. “But I’m not sure it’s wise I play devil’s advocate here. Don’t want my ears burned off.”

Uma laughed. “As favourite person in the world to her, I’m sure you’ll be just fine. You gentlemen have a good evening.” She cast Paul a quick glance. “Bye, Paul.”

“Bye.” Paul raised his head and stared after her.

“Like what you are looking at?” Simon teased.

“I don’t know her enough to form a feeling.” Paul pulled his gaze back on him. “And I don’t want to know.”

“If you say so.” Simon agreed amicably. “But she’s single, as I hear from my informative wife, and she’s not searching too.”

“Good for her.” Paul said dryly. “So, Richelle managing the supermarkets, how’s that working out?”

Simon laughed at the unsubtle change of subject. But since he understood, he allowed it and sloped into the new subject, pushing the worry of Paul’s withdrawal from women and romance to the background.

 

The background worry was totally chucked out of his mind by the time he got home and walked into their bedroom to find Richelle bent over a pile of under-garments and all what-nots.

The days when he lay lonely on the guestroom bed were gone, and he was mighty grateful that they were.

Simon caught her around the waist, spun her around and clamped his mouth on hers.

When his ears started to buzz and need started to spread, he released her mouth and groaned against the column of her neck. “I missed you. Tell me you missed me.”

“I missed you.” Her mouth, and her eyes, were smiling as she looked up at him. “I think I’ve mislaid my black lace vest. I can’t find it and I have a need to wear it tonight.”

“Hmm, still working on seducing your defenseless husband, I see.” He brushed a kiss over her chin and grinned when she rubbed against him and batted her lashes. “You’re a vixen and I dearly hope you find that vest as it will be my sincerest pleasure to tear it off you.”

“Gosh! I should get back to searching then.” She rubbed some more against him before wriggling around to attack her pile of all what-nots, rummaging as she muttered.

Simon contemplated the round curve of her backside and then, with great effort, squashed the temptation to yank down the butt-tight shorts and bury himself in her. They would have dinner first, then he would have his way with her.

Stepping back, from temptation, he casually asked. “Still want to see the Eiffel Tower?”

Her hands went still on a pink satin camisole she was about to toss. Then she spun around and gaped at him.

Finally, she whispered. “Only if you want to see it with me.”

Perfect answer. And it sent him strolling back to her, to meet temptation, and possibly, most possibly, yield to it. “I can be convinced to be your travel partner.” His fingers teased up her arm. “I’ve taken a three-week leave. How’s two days from now sound?”

“Wonderful.” Her eyes blinked. “I love you. I really love you, Simon.”

He caught her tears with his thumbs. “I know. I love you too.” He kissed her jaw, decided that the rising down his body wasn’t going to wait till after dinner. He wanted, needed, to have his way with her now. “Seeing as I have you in this mellow mood, I think it’s the perfect time to deliver Uma’s message.”

“Forget Uma. I’m mad at her and don’t want to think about her now.” She pressed a kiss to his clothed chest. “I’ve got surprising news for you too.”

“Tell me.” His fingers were undoing the buttons of her blouse. And not fast enough, he thought.

“I’m pregnant. We’re having a baby, Simon.”

His fingers froze. His heart… well, it seemed to have taken a break from beating and his stomach was doing some curling thing.

“You’re pregnant?”

“I am.” She beamed. And her eyes were bright pools of joy—and love. “Confirmed today.”

“Richelle.” His heart has started beating again. He reverently kissed her lips. “You’re carrying my baby. You’re going to be a mother.”

“And you’re going to be a father.”

Her smile lit up his heart with wonder. “A father?”

Surely that called for being responsible?

Simon started fastening back her buttons.

“What are you doing?”

“You need your dinner.” She needed lots of good food, lots of rest and no hassle from him. “We should take a break from sex.” He paused his fingers and amended. No need to go diabolical. “At least until we see the doctor.”

“What?” She slapped his hands off the last button and peeled it back open. “I’m pregnant, not suffering from some debilitating disease.”

“Richie, we need to be careful. We don’t want to harm the baby.” He got his hands slapped off again as another button plopped open.

“The baby is just fine. And so am I.” Her blouse descended to the floor. And Simon swallowed his tongue. “I think we ought to celebrate. You and me, on that bed, doing things. Nice, slow…” She pressed her breasts against his pounding chest and whispered into his ears.

Simon went pure steel all over. “Okay.” He yanked his shirt out of his trousers and and sent both shirt and trousers flying across the room. “You make me crazy.” He caught her into his arms and seared her mouth with a hot kiss. “Promise you will do all of that to me.” He curved his head to kiss the hollow between her black lace clad breasts. “And that the baby will be fine.”

“Baby is perfect where he is. Or she.” She framed his face and looked deep in his eyes. “And I will do much more. Because I love you, Simon. And because there is no one but you, nor will there ever again be.”

“Oh Richie! Richelle, I love you so.” He picked her off the floor and straight to the bed.

When his name whimpered, repeatedly, through her throaty, passion-pitched voice, Simon thought his joy could never be more complete.

 

But when, eight months and some good many days later, he held his son in his arms for the first time, he decided that joy, and love, continued to grow and there was no end to either—as long as a man had the woman ordained for him by his side.

The End.

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38 Responses to Mercenary Wife – 10

  1. Gift says:

    And they lived happily ever after,such a beautiful ending,,am happy I had this ride with u TM,,as for uma and paul,I know love is lurking around somewhere for them..thanks tm,can’t wait for your next book

  2. CHINNY says:

    Thanks TM, I so enjoyed reading MW.

  3. Unique Ell' says:

    Huhhhhhh!Had a nice read TM! Love conquers all!Thanks Ma’am! Happy Sunday TM! God bless you always!

  4. Roselyn says:

    Wow! Wow! Wow! What a beautiful ending. This goes a long way to affirm that surely the end justifies the means. No matter how tough it has been, it can only get better if we believe and work towards it. Thanks TM. God bless.

  5. Jeffrey Jamez says:

    Now I’m jealous!

  6. Gloria says:

    Love is beautiful.

  7. Adefunke says:

    aww. I love you Mami TM

  8. Patience Bassey says:

    Everything is well that ends well

  9. Doyinsola says:

    Don’t everybody just love love happy endings…satisfied…weldone TM!

  10. star says:

    this is the description of a man of valor. thanks ma’am

  11. Mammy says:

    Awesome! This is epic, what about Paul and uma? He likes her and vice versa! Can I be an oliver twist and ask for a follow up on them?

  12. Toyenlon says:

    Wow! This is lovely, love sure conquers all. A very good ending. God bless you and more inspiration for you TM.

  13. frances says:

    When love comes, it opens your heart and everything and everyday is new and u can fly as high as d heart can fly. Just as Enya said love is always love.

  14. Ego says:

    What a perfect end. Happy for them. Nice one TM

  15. Marnie Jerimiah says:

    Hmm, really yearning for true love. TM, does this happen in real life?

  16. mcsteph says:

    Sweet holy cows…..I’ve missed much. Good thing they have their happy ending.

  17. favour says:

    Thanks TM

    I totally enjoyed reading this

  18. Iyke David says:

    I over enjoyed this
    Thanks TM

  19. chic says:

    Thanks spicey

  20. Mariemummy says:

    Beautiful. I enjoyed all of it. Thank you TM

  21. abi says:

    oh love pls come find me
    tanx for this piece auntie TM

  22. Kemi says:

    if human being can be determined n forgive like this, there won’t be divorCE here n there. this is good. TM u rock dear. merry Xmas in advance

  23. Doyne says:

    What about Paul and Uma na? *sulking*

  24. Thank you for sharing. Love is beautiful.

  25. Ayoola says:

    LOVE is just perfect !!!!

  26. MercyKings says:

    U are the perfect writer, TM. Thank u.

  27. Paula says:

    We love happy endings

  28. Mary says:

    wow!!!
    I have learnt alot from this story
    Pls is the story series-i mean is there a story about paul too?

  29. Toyin says:

    I so ……much love this story, so much lessons. Despite Richelle’s flaws, Simon protected her all the way-A good man. God bless you ma for sharing this great piece. Your source(s) of inspiration will not run dry in Jesus name.

  30. Adizgal says:

    Love conquered all. Wish it was me though. Thumbs up TM.

  31. funmi says:

    Dis beautiful story just explained God’s love to me. Despite all our flaws he still chose to love us and to draw us close to him till we are repentant….. Thks alot for dis wonderful piece ma God bless u

  32. blissfuljeff says:

    nice story bro.weldone

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