Chapter 58: Chapter 58

: Dont wake me up

For Prudy64 your comments touched me deeply. Thank you so much for believing in my work. I updated for you.

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"Heal your soul!

Rest your worries!

Rest and rise again"

2 weeks Later

Ella!

Ella!

"Ella, come down from there for Gods sake" I begged.

Ella was throwing one of her famous tantrums today. She climbed up the dinner table and kept saying "I want to go home. Daddy doesn't like it when people beat me and aunty said we are not going home." She shouted angrily.

"Did aunty Tolu beat you?" I asked

"Yes, I want daddy!"She cried.

My heart broke for my poor girl, because Tolu was right we weren't going home anytime soon but she shouldn't have told that to Ella.

"Okay come down lets call Daddy." I entreated.

I could go up there and just bring her down but that wouldn't be fair to her.

"No. I am tired of calling daddy, I want to go to daddy" Ella said crying loudly this time.

I spread out my hands to receive her and she went into it, sniffing loudly. I wasn't well stable and my back hit the sharp edge of one of the dinning chairs.

"Ouch" I shouted.

"Sorry maami" She whispered then came down from my hands and ran straight to the room still crying. The pain in my back was still sharp and painful while I went to get my phone.

It was time to call their dad.

The last two weeks has been a big adjustment for all of us. The twins were sleeping with me in my old room I shared with Tolu, who now sleeps in the guest room. The excitement of being at their grandparents house began to fade slowly after 1 week.

Then slowly the question of "when are we going home was asked?

Truly during all this times Chris kept calling. I picked his calls only when the twins were near and passed off the phone or tab to them for his voice or video calls. So we had communication to the barest minimum.

I dialed Chris number waiting for him to pick up and the urgency at which he did was evident in his voice.

"Temi" his voice came through in that husky British accent filled voice that I loved so much.

"Please talk to Ella, She is throwing a major tantrum today and she wants just you" I said into the phone.

"Fine, I'll talk to her if you talk to me first." He said.

"So now your daughter is your bargaining chip abi" I hissed out.

"I love Ella and you know that, so I refuse to feel guilty. I just want is to talk its been two weeks, every time I call you give it to the kids. Do you get my texts? "

"Yes, I got your texts and stop sending them. " I replied hating how warm I felt hearing his voice again.

"Will you talk to her now?" I asked.

"I'm not done my love" he replied.

Phew that endearment!

"What then" I snapped.

"Why so feisty? I just wanted to know how the baby is doing and my baby's mother?"

"Don't you have a more pressing pregnancy and baby mama to deal with" I hissed.

Silence followed my last statement for a little while and I knew he was probably running his long fingers through his curly hair in frustration.

"I do. But I have to take care of my wife and baby too right, and you left me. Even though you did we are still legally married and I have a responsibility towards you, always have and always will" he said.

"Yeah, keep preaching to the choir. Talk to one of your supposed responsibility" I said giving the phone to Ella.

The duo talked on phone for a short while and although I couldn't here what he was saying to her, her bright smile was a proof that it was working. Then she kept alternating between "okay daddy", " yes daddy" and "No daddy" which weren't much clues to work on.

Only God knows how he is good with her.

Sometimes I'm a little jealous of Ella, she has her twin who adored her and my husband which she steals from me sometimes who does the same, but all that did not matter right now as the sheer joy on her face just made my day.

After staring at them a little, Ella finally walked up to return my phone.

"I'm sorry mummy" She said smiling.

Okay that is weird.

"Why baby? What did daddy say to you" Curious enough to know.

"No. It's daddy and his princess secret" smiling happily at me.

She bounced happily off, probably to look for another man to wrap around her little finger, her pigtails bouncing behind her.

I sat to fold the freshly laundered clothe and made a mental note to go shopping when I was done.

Then my phone chimed with a text.

Another one.

Since I came down to Ibadan, Chris kept sending me these texts that I hated and looked forward to daily.

Today's own read;

Mine!Thank you for sharing you with me in all the times we were together. In absence you cherish what you lost more.

I love you,

Your other half.

Yesterdays own read

Lover! I know we are not together the way I want right now, but I want you to take care of yourself for the baby. Eat alot, rest a lot, don't cry too much.

Sorry for making you cry

Your other half.

The one before that read;

If I remind you of who you are to me always, maybe just maybe you won't forget me. I missed you so bad today baby.

Come home soon.

Missing you.

And the day before that and the day before that. It was as if he was trying to break down the walls around my hearts and he was slowly succeeding, today's message came late. Unlike all the rest that came at 6:00am.

I was slowly looking forward to the texts although I never replied any.

After preparing to go shopping and trying not to be deterred by the pain in my back, I made my way downstairs and said my goodbyes.

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Five hours later and I was safely back home, the entire stress of the day coupled with shopping knocking me quickly to my bed, after a hearty bowl of asaro(yam pottage) which I was craving all day.

It was just 8pm and still early to fall asleep. Going back down the stairs to the parlour was not an option as the idea of sitting up wasn't appealing.

I picked up my phone to do what I haven't done in a while and which I was suddenly dreading; Social media.

I went through my WhatsApp status first, laughing as I went through a skit from josh2funny posted on a friends status. I avoided the messages because there were a ton of them and I didn't know where to start.

I skipped Chris number not wanting him to notice that I viewed because I am petty like that.

Although I wanted to see what he updated, he wasn't much of a social media person and even WhatsApp was a bore to him. His official Instagram account had almost 500k followers and he was following less than 200. It was an official account and people loved someone who was Rich and handsome anyway.

After much debate with myself I viewed it.

The status updates were mostly my pictures and those of the kids. Pictures that I couldn't remember posing for but came out so wonderfully well, we looked beautiful in them.

Each of them was tagged "my heart longs for thee"

I smiled a sad smile remembering my talented dude.

Then I moved on to the Instagram and regretted instantly.

My husbands face was everywhere "Billionaire Olugbenga Chris seen without his wife but with his pregnant lawyer and family friend at the National award for best young entrepreneurs."

This was on Instablognaija and his face and hers was everywhere.

My heart was squeezing in an all too familiar jealousy, she looked beautiful in a blue lacy ankle dress and he looked worried in the photo but he had his hands around her waist as he tried to steady her. The care he had for her was showing right through the picture.

The award was still ongoing but I guess his PR will deal with the blogs later.

I kept staring at the picture even though I know I shouldn't have. My mind was good at playing stunts with me;

They look good together.

I deleted Instagram and blocked him on all social media. I was looking for a little peace not rubbing my pain more.

Putting off my phone, I noticed tears that leaked out of the corner of my eyes.

He says he misses me, but attends a public dinner with his other woman with his hand around her.

Slowly I was falling asleep but couldn't help it, It was almost like I was loosing my will to stay conscious and awake something was wrong bit I couldn't fight it. There was still this dull ache in my stomach and back.

Four hours later, when I woke up from the deep sleep I felt weird, woozy and light. My head was pounding, my back and stomach was hurting.

My stomach!

I raised the blanket that covered me and I felt dejavu.

This was the second time I was waking in the pool of my own blood!

This time the blood much larger than the last and kept on pouring, grateful that the twins slept with my grandparents.

I shouted, it was the largest I could muster and I Picked my phone to call my mum or dad or brother or someone. While I could still stay awake.

The lightheadedness was more and I was getting more tired. I wanted to sleep a little more but as a doctor I knew that was unconsciousness and will be as a result of loosing too much blood.

So I fought to stay awake as hard as I could.

My parents rushed in immediately after.

"Temitope what is it." My dad asked.

"Blood" was all I could say before falling back under its blanket loosing consciousness.

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Over the next one day, I kept slipping in and out of consciousness.

I could here my mother praying and crying and could feel my father stroking my hand.

I just wanted to sleep a little more, but they all wanted me to wake up.

So I woke up, the lights were too bright and my throat was parched.

"Ifemi(my love)" my mother shouted and called for the bedside nurse and doctor.

After a lot of fussing, which probably constituted of checking my vitals, changing the blood transfusion bag and normal saline, reducing the amount of morphine he was pumping to my system.

I was finally awake. I felt lightheaded when I tried to sit up and strangely lighter in my own body. On its own cue my hands went to my stomach to feel my baby bump.

But it felt strangely flat!

It cant be!

I whipped off the blanket to reveal my self in the hospital gown and my stomach felt the same.

Just flat.

Where was my baby?

I looked up to meet the gynecologist face and she looked at me strangely with pity.

"You were anemic, your body was under too much of stress and couldn't handle the baby. You lost too much blood before you came in and the baby was miscarried. I am sorry" she said.

I felt strange again, the medical part of me knew it was true. I know how this things work, but my baby couldn't just be gone. I was just finally accepting it, It wasn't just the result of a heated angry moment between the father and I, It was a brother or sister to my twins. It was another baby to bond with differently maybe this one will be team Mummy more than that of daddy.

I left my martial home to try and make sense of my life for it.

I failed my baby!

I looked on blankly not saying anything to anyone just blank.

I was tired again, I really wanted to sleep for longer this time. I wasn't ready to wake up yet.

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