Chapter Fourteen

Bola was still curled up in bed when Deji entered her room. He

tapped her gently on the shoulder until she stirred awake.

Deji: "I'm heading to work now. Send me a list of the things you need at home. Also, tell me

what fruits and foods you want. You know I'm doing all this for my baby."

Bola stretched, her voice groggy.

Bola: "Why don't you just give me the money? I'll get everything myself."

Deji shook his head, laughing softly.

Deji: "You don't know how I get my things. Don't worry about it; just send me the list. I'll

handle it."

He adjusted his bag, ready to leave, but Bola's voice stopped him.

Bola: "Wait, are you not going to give me any money? What if I crave something while you're

gone?"

Deji sighed, his tone laced with frustration.

Deji: "I already told you I'm broke. I'm trying my best here."

Bola sat up, crossing her arms.

Bola: "You're broke, but you can still knack, abi? At least drop something for me!"

Deji rolled his eyes but reached into his pocket, pulling out ₦500 reluctantly.

Deji: "Here. Don't say I never give you anything."

Bola snatched the money with a smirk, watching him as he left.

After he was gone, she smiled to herself, planning how to make the most of the money.

Despite their banter, she appreciated Deji's efforts, even if she wished he had more to give.

Angella tried her best to avoid any conversation that might lead her brother, Olatunde, to ask

for Kunle's picture again. She knew he was persistent and sharp, and he might just fish out

something she wasn't ready to reveal. Fortunately for her, Olatunde received a sudden

business trip opportunity and traveled to Kaduna the following week. This gave Angella

some breathing space at home with just her mum and Olatunji, her youngest brother.

Despite this, she found herself checking her reflection every chance she got—her face, her

tummy, as if expecting pregnancy symptoms to show overnight. Her anxiety made her overly

cautious, and she silently prayed for her period to come.

Her father called that evening to check in on her. His voice was warm and comforting, a

reminder of the strong bond they shared.

Father: "Angella, my princess, how are you doing?"

Angella: "I'm doing fine, Dad. How's Dubai?"

Father: "It's busy as usual. I've been in meetings all day. Your mum tells me you've been

working hard too. I'm proud of you."

Angella: (smiling faintly) "Thank you, Dad. I'm trying my best."

Father: "Good. Keep up the hard work. I'll be home soon. Take care of your mum and

brothers for me, okay?"

Angella: "Of course, Dad. I will."

After ending the call, Angella sighed deeply, grateful that her father hadn't noticed any

change in her tone. Her father's pride in her had always been her source of strength, and

she couldn't imagine disappointing him.

Days passed, and Angella's tension gradually grew. Then, one morning, as she checked

herself in the bathroom, relief swept through her. Her period had come! She felt tears of joy

well up as she jumped around her room in sheer excitement. Her heart felt lighter than it had

in weeks, and she couldn't wait to share the news with Kunle.

She quickly dialed his number, her voice filled with excitement.

Angella: "Kunle! I've seen my period!"

Kunle: (calmly) "I told you, didn't I? You worry too much."

Angella: "You don't understand how happy I am!"

Kunle: "I can imagine. So, are you calm now?"

Angella: "Yes, I am. Thank you."

Kunle: "Good. I guess this means we can meet again after your period?"

Angella: (hesitant) "Hmm..."

Kunle: "Don't keep me waiting too long, sunshine. And don't forget—next week is my

birthday."

Angella: "Oh, that's true! What do you want for your birthday gift?"

Kunle: (chuckling) "Anything, baby. I don't want to stress you."

Angella: "Well, I'll think of something special."

Kunle: "I trust you. After my birthday, I'm planning to buy a car again. I miss having one. I'll

probably go for black this time."

Angella: "Oh, that's nice. Your old car felt like your baby. I know losing it was hard for you.

Kunle: "Yes, it was. But life goes on."

Angella: "I can't wait to see you again."

Kunle: "Me too, sunshine."

They talked for a while before Angella ended the call. Her mind lingered on Kunle's words.

He had lost his car, a luxury vehicle he had cherished so much. As she mulled over what to

get him for his birthday, an idea struck her: why not surprise him with a new car? She knew

she could afford it, and the thought of seeing the look of happiness on his face made her

heart swell.

"I'll do it," she thought to herself with determination. "He deserves it."

The days ahead were filled with excitement and planning as Angella discreetly made

arrangements to purchase the car. It wasn't just a gift—it was her way of showing Kunle how

much he meant to her and how much she valued their relationship.

Angella had meticulously arranged for the car to be delivered to Kunle early on his birthday

morning. She wanted it to be a surprise—a sleek, black luxury car she knew he would love.

Alongside the car, she included a premium wristwatch, all packaged with a heartfelt note

expressing how much she cherished him.

Kunle was in his room when he heard the doorbell. Confused, as he wasn't expecting

anyone so early, he went to the door. Outside, he saw a deliveryman standing beside a

stunning black car with a red bow on its hood. Kunle's jaw dropped in disbelief as the

deliveryman handed him the keys and a note.

Kunle: "This…this can't be real!"

He opened the note and read Angella's sweet words, which brought a smile to his face. He

touched the car as if to ensure it was real. His heart swelled with gratitude and excitement.

He immediately dialed Angella's number.

Kunle: "Sunshine! Are you serious? This is from you?"

Angella: (laughing softly) "Happy birthday, babe. Do you like it?"

Kunle: "Like it? I love it! Angella, you've outdone yourself. I…I don't even know what to say."

Angella: "Just promise me you'll enjoy it and drive safely."

Kunle: "You're amazing, you know that? Thank you so much. I can't wait to see you later."

Angella smiled, pleased with his reaction. She promised to be at his place in the afternoon.

In the afternoon, Angella arrived at Kunle's home. The moment Kunle saw her, he wrapped

her in a tight hug, lifting her slightly off the ground.

Kunle: "You're unbelievable, Angella. I don't think I deserve you."

Angella: (smiling) "Don't say that. You deserve all the happiness in the world."

They went inside, where Kunle had prepared a small celebration for the two of them. The

table was set with wine, a cake, and snacks.

Kunle: "I know it's my birthday, but today is really about us. Thank you for making me feel

special."

They toasted to Kunle's new year and their blossoming relationship. As the day went on,

their conversation became more intimate. They reminisce about their favorite memories,

shared hopes for the future, and laughed about small things.

Eventually, the mood shifted as Kunle leaned closer.

Kunle: "You know, Angella, every moment with you feels like a dream."

Angella blushed as Kunle gently cupped her face and kissed her. One kiss led to another,

and soon their passion ignited. This time, Angella felt more confident, more connected. She

let herself enjoy the moment completely, and for the first time, she found herself wanting

more. Their intimacy grew deeper, leaving both feeling even closer than before.

Later in the evening, Angella reluctantly left his home around 7 PM. She fabricated a small

lie to her family, saying her car had broken down, which was why she was late getting home.

Her mother didn't question her much, but Angella felt a slight pang of guilt as she went to her

room, reliving the magical day she'd shared with Kunle.