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Because of the time I wasted with Edith, I could only go with the six p.m. flight.

The flight was smooth. I was at the Murtala Muhammed Airport, Lagos few to seven. I hailed another cab to Lawanson. In the cab, I called my wife.

“Hello, my dear. How are you?”

“Fine. I’ve been trying your number but could not get through.”

“It was in flight mode. I just arrived Lagos and I’m in a cab on my way home right now.”

“Okay. Thank God for journey mercies. We’ll be expecting you then.”

“Alright, see you.”

About forty minutes later, it was Iyabo, one of her younger sisters now living with us that opened the main door for me. Steve ran up to me as usual to give daddy a welcome hug.

“How’re you, Steve?”

“Fine daddy.”

I lifted him up as I entered the living-room. I gave Kike a peck.

“How’re you, honey?”

She smiled and nodded. “I’m fine. I was wondering why you did not come on time.”

“Sorry, the work was so much I didn’t leave Abuja on time.”

“Oh.”

It was good to be back with my family. Later, Iyabo served the evening meal.

“How’s the Yetunde getting on?” Kike asked.

I must confess that I admired her forgiving spirit. Despite Yetunde’s rival role, Kike still found it needful to ask after her.

“She’s fine. She sent her regards.”

We remained in the living-room after the meal, watching the television and chatting. Few minutes after nine, Kike said she felt like the baby was coming.

I stared at her big belly. “Is the expected day of delivery not a week’s time?”

She winced. “Well, you know, it doesn’t have to be exactly that day. It could be some days before or some days after.”

I nodded, still staring at the pregnancy. She called her junior sister.

“Get the bag where I kept the things for the new baby,” she told Iyabo.

I trusted Kike in a matter of thoroughness. She was not the kind to be caught napping on preparing for a day like this. She had registered at Motherland Hospital, a private hospital along Itire Road. Iyabo quickly put some things in a bag that Kike would take along.

“Take care of Steve in the house,” I said as I got the Honda’s car key.

Kike had been using it, so there was no problem with the battery starting the car.

I drove her to the hospital, which was not far away. Nurses on night duty were at hand to receive.

“She’s having contraction,” one of the nurses said. “Call the doctor.”

Kike was admitted immediately. I remained at the lobby, praying and wishing her a safe delivery.

After twenty minutes of arriving the hospital, the nurse who had mentioned something about contraction came to meet me.

“Congratulations. Your wife has delivered a baby girl.”

I was delighted. I wasn’t surprised to hear that as the scan had revealed that we should be expecting a female.

“Oh, great. Glory be to God. How’s she and the baby?”

The nurse nodded. “Mother and daughter are fine.”

“Can I see them right away?”

She nodded again. “Why not?” I followed her to her room and her bed.

“Hello, my dear. How’re you and the baby?”

She gave a wry smile.

“Fine. It’s a baby girl this time.”

I nodded. “I know. The baby was curled up in a cot by the side of her mother’s bed. Even in her sleep, she looked beautiful and cute. Several minutes later, I left baby and mother in the hospital and went back home. Surprisingly, Steve had not slept.

“Where’s mummy?” he demanded.

I smiled broadly at him. “Mummy just has another baby. You now have a cute and lovely sister.”

“She has got the baby?”

“Yes.”

Minutes later, I called my parents to intimate them of the good news. I also called Kike’s mother to inform her.

* * *

I returned to Abuja on Monday morning, leaving my wife and the baby in good condition. They had been discharged since Saturday evening as everything was alright with them. Kike’s mother arrived Saturday morning and would remain in the house for weeks to come as she would assist in taking care of the infant.

As I took a cab from the Abuja airport, Senator Osho’s call came through.

“Good morning, sir.”

“Ah, good morning, Henry. How’s your baby and the wife?”

“They’re all fine sir. We thank God.”

“I was thinking if you will need paternity leave.”

I was bemused. Which one was paternity leave?

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Not done, I helped her to remove the t-shirt, unstrap the bra and remove the remaining clothing.

It was a mutual thing as her fingers went to my shirt, unbutton it and pull it off. To square up everything, I quickly removed my last underwear.

We were now completely naked in the sitting-room, and we were not ashamed of it. We resumed our passion game in earnest. My tongue licked the nipples which now looked sprightly. I put her on the sofa and spread her legs.

The next destination of my tongue was her vagina, which was already dripping. I kissed the vulva and teased the clit with the tip of my tongue.

“Ohhh, Henry,” she muttered in delight. I could feel her body quivering in ecstasy. I continued the teasing and sucking at the clit.

She held my head against her body in a way to suggest that the action was very pleasant and there should be no stopping. After some minutes, I stopped and changed position.

I lay on my back next to her, my phallus straining to stand at attention. She got the cue. Grabbing my member with both hands, she shoved it into her mouth.

She sucked at it the way an eager baby would suck at the breast of his mother. While she did that, I closed my eyes. My right hand made its way to her chest and the fingers fondled her boobs.

She continued the sucking. Many fantasies ran in my head. To me, this was the biggest pleasure a man could ever indulge in. I was no fan of smoking.

I hardly drank alcohol, but for sex, it was the ultimate indulgence a man could have.

The fingers of my right hand continued fiddling and handling the nipples while the left head her head and ruffled her hair.

That action was like pouring fuel inside a burning fire. She intensified her sucking. I could feel the blood moving in my veins now doing so at a very fast pace. Tingling of excitement and jolts of exhilaration ran over my body.

With bated breaths, I reached the peak, making a hissing-like sound. Spurts of semen erupted from my phallus. Edith removed her mouth and sprayed her face with the whitish liquid. I had finally come to the end of my erotic trip, at least for now.

We cleaned up. I still had a long trip ahead.

“You’re still going?” she asked naively.

“Of course.” I smiled. “Do you remember I told you I would give you some money for shopping? Right, you’ll have the money now.”

“Oh,” she said, her apprehensive stance softening immediately.

I gave her several one thousand naira notes.

“Thanks so much,” she gushed.

“You’re welcome. Take care of yourself and the house.”

I nodded and picked my travelling bag. I called the driver I frequently used and he promised to be in the house within thirty minutes.

He kept to his words and was around within twenty-five minutes. I waved at Edith and was off. Because of the time I wasted with Edith, I could only go with the six p.m. flight.

The flight was smooth. I was at the Murtala Muhammed Airport, Lagos few minutes to seven. I hailed another cab to Lawanson. In the cab, I called my wife.