The following morning, Zenande is woken up with breakfast in bed.
“Hey beautiful,” Bulose says, smiling at her while holding a rose.
“Hey,” Zenande responds, then sits up.
“Breakfast,” Bulose says, then he hands her a tray full of goodies.
“Thanks,” Zenande responds while frowning.
“What’s wrong?” Bulose asks.
“I tried waiting up for you last night,” Zenande responds.
“I know, and I’m sorry. The job took longer than I expected,” Bulose says, feeding her a sausage.
“When is this going to end, Bulose? You promised after the baby’s born, you’ll stop,” Zenande asks.
“The baby isn’t born, yet,” Bulose responds.
“It’s not, but soon it will be,” Zenande says.
“Don’t worry, two more months and I’m done with all this, I promise,” Bulose says, then he kisses Zenande on the cheek.
“What’s in those?” Zenande asks, pointing at the bags and suitcase Bulose had come home with the previous night.
“We’ll be set baby,” Bulose says, then he stands up and heads to the bags.
“What’s in those, Bulose?” Zenande asks.
“Something that will set us up for life,” Bulose responds, smiling while tapping the bag.
“I don’t even want to know,” Zenande says, then she shrugs, puts the food aside, and walks to the bathroom.
“I really think you should quit your job,” Bulose says as Zenande comes out from the shower wrapped in a blue towel.
Before responding, Zenande sits in front of the mirror and lotions her body, “You’re kidding,” she says.
“No I’m not. Zee, let me provide for our family like the man I am,” Bulose says, standing up and walking towards her. He is wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black polo neck shirt. His muscles are pushing through the shirt, and his dark chocolate skin compliments his dark black eyes.
“Bulose, please. If the police ever come for us, and I retire, how will we explain all this wealth?” Zenande asks while tying her weave in a bun.
“I just don’t want you overworking yourself. In the next two months, you’ll be bringing a mini me into this world,” Bulose responds, kneeling next to her and kissing her huge abdomen. He then looks up at her, and slowly kisses her lips. “I love you,” he whispers.
Zenande kisses Bulose again, but then his rough but warm hands brush around her inner thighs. While they are busy, Bulose’s phone rings. “Ignore it,” Zenande cries.
“It must be important,” Bulose responds, then he answers the call.
After a few minutes, Bulose looks at Zenande, and as he is about to speak, Zenande raises her hand up. “Don’t bother. Leave,” she says
“I’m sorry,” Bulose says, grabbing the bags and suitcase he had come home with the previous night, then rushes for the door.
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Tell us: Do you think it is fair for Bulose to always leave Zenande alone while she is heavily pregnant?