I was busy preparing supper when my husband got back from work.

“Oh honey, you’re back,” I said cheerfully, giving him a warm kiss.

“How was your day my queen?” Tony asked.

“It was lovely, though I missed you so much,” I responded.

I took his briefcase and helped him take off his blazer.

“Let me go shower and help you with the cooking,” he said, looking at the vegetables on the kitchen counter.

As my husband went upstairs, I kept looking at him. I was one lucky woman to have been married to a man who loved me and treated me like a queen on a daily basis. Tony was my lover, best friend, counsellor, business advisor and my husband. He possessed all the qualities a woman would want in a man.

That evening I was preparing lamb stew with pap. I had to roast the vegetables separately, just the way Tony wanted them. He came back after a while wearing his red t-shirt and a shorts. He wrapped his masculine arms around me, the sweet scent of his cologne filled the air.

“Mmm somebody smells good,” I said.

“Do you like my cologne Mrs Morongwe?” asked my husband like a school boy.

“How can I not be smitten by such a sweet smell,” I replied.

“How can I be of use in your beautiful kitchen?”
I told him to help me with the spinach and carrots and I set the table in the lounge. Barcelona was playing Chelsea and we both supported Barcelona. We wouldn’t miss soccer for anything. Tony came back holding Tasha who was giggling in his arms. I said grace before we started eating.

During the match, Tasha kept playing and climbing on her dad’s back. Watching soccer was going to be difficult.

“I’m really sorry about this,” I said. “I know how you don’t want to be disturbed when watching soccer.”

“Nothing gives me great joy than spending time with my sweet family. Both of you are priceless,” he said planting a kiss on Tasha’s cheek.

Tony’s phone beeped, but he didn’t pick it up. It beeped again.

“Maybe it’s urgent boo, pick it up,” I said.

“No it’s not important,” he said quickly.

I wondered why he didn’t want to check who the call was from. Maybe my mind was running wild, but I sensed that he was getting uncomfortable.

“I’m feeling a bit tired honey, I’m gonna call it a day?” he said.

“You’re going to miss watching the Barcas. This is a good match,” I said cheerfully.

“I’m tired,” he insisted, lifting Tasha as he stood up.

“We’ll watch it in the bedroom then,” I suggested.

“And listen to you screaming,” he teased. “I’ll feed Tasha then put her to bed, he said and left the room.”

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