This is the story of a young dependent woman who made choices, bad and good ones. Her mistakes will turn into blessings only if she lets them.

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nimat158:
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Shebarh:
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New story and u didn't inform us on ur other thread Sha update both regularly. Perfect wedding needs ur touch.

I'm so sorry this story took a while. I was robbed and I lost my External hard drive and phone.. I'll start updating from this minute...

Please bear with me. I.

JEMIMA
1
...***...
Jemima was tired, but she couldn’t stop walking. She had to pick her 2yr old daughter from school under the scorching sun. She had one more turn to take off the long street before she reached her daughter’s school. She had dialled Simon’s number severally but he had ended each call.
“Maybe he’s very busy.” She thought to herself. She hoped it was true. She had many things on her mind and Simon’s negligence wasn’t one of them. She reached the school gate just as the bell rang for the close of day. As she greeted the guards and walked towards the school building, her phone began to ring. She checked the caller I.D and was glad.
“Hi.” She said smiling.
“Hi.”
“Have you been busy?”
“Yes. Very. Where are you?”
“I’m at Lois’s school. I’m headed to her classroom now.”
“I miss her.” He sounded ready to end the call.
“She misses you too. I’m almost at her class, just wait.”
“Honey, I’m sorry. My boss needs me right now. I will call you ASAP. Okay?”
Jemima was almost out of breath when she got to her daughter’s class. “Speak with daddy. Daddy’s on the phone.”
“Mommy!!” Lois ignored the phone and hugged Jemima, almost strangling her with cherubic arms tightly wound around her neck.
“Bye. I’ll call later.” Simon said before ending the call. Jemima sighed, then kissed her daughter’s chubby cheeks, gently removing the arms that had imprisoned her neck.
“How was school today?” Jemima asked.
“Fine!” Lois snapped. She knew she had to say fine to questions asked like that even if she didn’t feel fine.
Jemima knew it was everything but fine for Lois who always cried whenever she was left behind at school every morning. Lois pointed at her bag and lunch box, signalling to her mom to get them, then headed out of the classroom. Jemima readily went straight to pick them up and followed her daughter who liked to lead the way home.
Parents were not usually allowed into the classrooms, except on special occasions, but Jemima was the only exception. Her friend, Christine , was the teacher of Lois’s class.
“How was Lois today? I hope she didn’t bully anyone.” Christine was smiling as if she had done something mischievous. “What have you done again?”
“Nothing. I saw somebody.” Christine replied in a high-pitched voice.
“Ohhh.. I know. Mike.” Jemima offered. “Thank God he has finally put you out--“
“Sssh! don’t say that name around me again.” Christine’s grin disappeared for a second then reappeared. “I saw something better. A handsome young and tall man. The proprietors’ son and he’s single.”
Jemima was shaking her head out of pity for her friend.
“Stop giving me that pity look. You found someone before me even though you are younger than me doesn’t mean I can’t find one. I’m 23. I’m still young.
“That’s not the look I’m giving you. I’m just surprised you still believe in happily-ever-after. You can get a better job elsewhere and a better man. I don’t know why you don’t want to leave this place.”
“Keep being a cynic. I’ll find my happily-ever-after.”
“Okay. Good luck to ya.” Jemima walked out of the classroom and was followed closely by Christine who usually escorted her to the school gate. As they walked along the corridor, she heard her daughter scream “daddy” and followed the sound, only to see Lois being reluctantly carried by a man who looked like Simon, but wasn’t exactly Simon.
“I’m so sorry.” Jemima said to the man and quickly pulled Lois from him. “Sweetie, that’s not your daddy.” The man still looked offended. “You look like her daddy. She’s just confused.” She smiled, hoping to lighten the mood.
“You need to refresh her memory. She’s losing him in her mind.” He countered.
Jemima was very sure the man meant it as an insult. “Well, I wanted to be running away with my daughter instead of standing here and apologising to a toxic man-child like you. She’s only 2 and you’re nervous. I wonder if you’ve met women your age.”
He was taken aback by her sudden change in attitude. She just smiled to him now and she had responded as he smacked her daughter. “If you or her mother had taught her to be a lady, maybe all these wouldn’t be happening.”
“If you’re going to talk this much, we won’t get on with our lives... Oooh. Maybe you don’t have a life. I have one, and I’m continuing with it.“ Jemima said as she walked out on him, with Lois in her arms and Christine in tow.
“Sorry for embarrassing you, Christine.” Jemima said, when they got to the playground.
“You have ruined what was supposed to be an introduction between my best friend and my future boyfriend, but, it’s Ok.”
“That’s him? The person you like? It’s so obvious you guys have nothing in common. It won’t work.” Jemima finalised.
“Easy there. I could see for myself. Man-child. Child-hater.” They both laughed as they walked towards the gate.

To be continued..

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JEMIMA
2
...***...
“Sssh... I already have time, that’s why I’m here with you. Stop complaining.” Simon coaxed as he kissed her and dropped his bags.

“How long will you stay?” Jemima asked again.

“More than one week...”

“One week? Our daughter barely knows you. You don’t care to spend any time with her. Since you came, you haven’t even asked about her.” she had
started nagging.

“It’s just 10seconds now. I’m still carrying my bags. You welcomed me with. ‘HI. How long will you stay?’ you haven’t given me a chance to think about my other baby. Where’s is she by the way?” he asked gently.

“She’s sleeping.” Jemima answered.

“Good! So we have a lil’ time to ourselves.” He winked.

“I know what you mean and I’m not up to it. We have so much to talk about Simon. ”

Simon rolled his eyes. “I’m tired. I need to take a bath, eat and sleep.”
He gently pushed her away and walked further into his 2-bedroom apartment. He sighed as he undressed and entered into the shower.

“Did you listen to any of what I said?”

“Do you want to join me? There’s room.” Simon replied over the sound of the running water.

“How old are you, Simon?”

“I’m surprised you don’t know my age and you’ve known me for 6years, been in a relationship with me for 5 and half.” he said jokingly.

“No. Seriously, how old do you want to get? Lois is 2. It’s getting too long Simon--”

“Ok. Jemima! Can you stop this now? It drives me crazy.” He turned the shower off.

“I can’t stop talking about it. It’s all I think about. My family has been pressuring me about it. When are we getting married?!”

“Keep your voice down. You are going to wake Lois.” he whispered as if she hadn't just scolded him.

“Answer me.” Jemima said, more softly.

“I’m not ready to get married. That’s my answer. What more do you want to hear?” He turned the shower on again.

“Do you still love me?”

“There’s no doubt about it. You are the only one I want to be with forever.” Simon was serious.

“Why not just make it legal?” Jemima asked.

“That’s a show-off. We don’t need to show people how happy we are. Many married men are unhappy in their marriages. They keep cheating on their wives. I hear a lot of stories from the married men at work, talking about how they spend their nights in the arms of different women and they have wives at home. To be honest with you, I don’t want to follow that line.”

“You won’t. I know you. You’re such a good man. It won’t happen to us when we get married.”

“You already nag so much we are not even married and I’m sure it will get worse if I decide to get married to you."

“You haven't decided to marry me? Simon?" Jemima sounded hurt.

Simon stepped out of the shower in his birthday suit.

“Jemima, things are better this way. Let’s not complicate it by getting married. Evelyn has been your friend since high school and you are very sure you’d remain friends forever. Aren’t you?

“I am.” Jemima replied, stepping away from him.

“Would you ask her to sign a legal agreement to remain friends with you forever?”

“No.”

“Why? Cos you know you’d be together forever because you love each other so much. That also applies to us. Honey there’s just so many rules that marriage has. I’m sure I’d be with you forever. No need to tighten the belt. Just relax.”
He was still moving closer to her

Jemima smiled. She was very convinced Simon loved her.
“Honey, you are dripping water all over the floor.” Jemima said still backing away from him.

“The idea was to get you backed up against the wall, and it worked.”

Jemima realised there was no room behind her for further movement and Simon immediately placed his palms on the wall on either side of her.
“Cornered! “ he said as he kissed her and started nuzzling her neck.

To be continued..

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