Chapter 52

Angelina groaned, fluttering her eyelids as she groggily held her head, feeling it lightweight.

She remembered feeling dizzy at the party then left to use the bathroom but nothing else.

She tried to sit down from her resting state only to find everyone hovering over her like a mother hen. Everyone looked worried and concerned.

"What?" she tried to get a word out but her vocal cord strained, Nathaniel quickly took the glass of water on the table. Angelina gulped the water, greedily quenching the dryness of her throat only to choke on it.

"Gently," Jasmine patted her back softly while Angelina coughed down.

Aunty Sally entered the room with a bowl of soup as Jasmine touched her forehead, checking her temperature while Nathaniel massaged her feet.

Angelina abruptly sat properly, "what?!" she screamed.

"Nothing," Bell piped in, holding out a bouquet for her.

Angelina eyed her, "I know something happened and I can't recall for now but you guys are scaring me with this weird behavior" Angelina voiced out, begrudgingly taking a spoon of soup.

Jasmine sighed, slumping her shoulders, "Did we show it?" she asked slowly and Aunty Sally nodded in response.

"Yes aunty," Nicholas agreed.

"Oops," Jasmine mumbled.

Angelina looked at everyone, "Can someone please tell me what's going on?!".

Bell flinched at Angelina's voice, "Angelina" Bell called softly.

"What!" Before Angelina knew it, she eloped in a warm hug and she breathed, inhaling the familiar scent.

"You fainted" Nathaniel's voice croaked out, "the doctor said your sugar level was low" he mumbled.

"Oh" that explained why she felt dizzy and had headaches.

"You scared the living out of me earlier" Nathaniel murmured, "I thought I'd lost both of you" he whispered, "both of you are okay now" he caressed her cheeks, confusing Angelina with his words.

"I was scared, I've never been so terrified in my life even when I was taken. I felt my world crashed when your eyes refused to open" Angelina looked at Nathaniel as raw emotions dripped from his words. "Please don't leave me".

She smiled softly, pecking his lips reassuringly, "I'm not leaving you now or ever because you are my home" Angelina proclaimed.

"So…" Angelina trailed off, "You said both of you" Angelina quoted him. "What did you mean?" Angelina asked dumbfounded.

"Yeah, both of you," he confirmed.

"What do you mean?".

"It means…" Before Nathaniel could continue his statement, the bouquet that Bell gave her vibrated tremendously then blew up and sang in a robotic voice, "Congratulations mommy".

Angelina was shocked, looked at everyone with tears glistened in their eyes as she instinctively wrapped her hands around her flat stomach.

"Am I preg…" she couldn't say the word, it felt surreal.

"Yeah love," Nathaniel sniffed softly, "You make me the happiest man on earth for giving me the gift of fatherhood" Nathaniel kissed her flat stomach longingly.

"What?".

"You are three months" jasmine raised her hands as she did three with her fingers, "prego".

"How?".

"You are asking us?" Bell exclaimed with widened eyes, "all the fucking over the surface of house, room, should be the judge of that question" everyone laughed.

"Call my father" Angelina beamed, touching her stomach like a dream come true, "Inform him that his grandchild is on the way," Angelina said, at last, she has something to bring her father here permanently.

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Angelina spent a week bedridden at home, her eating pattern had changed drastically.

She ate anything or everything at home nonstop and whined about not being fed properly. Her seafood craving went tenfold as she took joy in eating crabs, shrimps, and others.

And her hormones were contrasting with one another, a moment she was happy, in a blink of an eye, she's angry.

Angelina felt fatigued most of the time with her body cramping. She found it hard to wear a bra most days with her breasts sore and itchy, her areolas had grown larger and darker. Under her belly, she had a black line.

Angelina and Nathaniel went for the ultrasound of the three months old and they were told the baby was normal with 23g (0.8oz) and about 7.4cm long from crown to rump.

The baby's hands, arms, fingers, feet, and outer ears have grown, the doctor asked whether she should check the sex of the baby but they declined to want to wait.

Angelina looked at the picture of her three months old fetus, smiled happily as she caressed her flat stomach before putting the picture back in the diary. The diary of her motherhood.

"How are you feeling now?" Nathaniel asked, pecking her cheek as he served her the chocolate cake.

"Awesome" she grinned, scooping the spoon in her mouth...she'd a day off at the office.

"Do you think it's a boy or girl?" Angelina asked, staring at Nathaniel under her eyelashes.

"Hmmm," he hummed, "anyone is fine with me but I'll want a cute girl like her mom".

Angelina giggled, "A girl?".

"Yeah".

"What about a son like you?" Angelina pouted, caressing his chest.

"Boys are stubborn".

"What should we name her?".

"What do you suggest?".

"Bell is the godmother and she wants her Goddaughter to have her name" Angelina responded, liking the chocolate melted in her mouth.

"That's good, but we are giving her your local name also," Nathaniel asked.

"Yeah, I know" Angelina laughed, "She's going to have many names because Yorubas give child names" she grinned, as she rested her head on his thighs.

Nathaniel smiled, rubbing his hand through her soft hair, braiding the unkempt strain as Angelina groaned in approval.

"Where did you learn how to braid hair?" Angelina asked.

"Well.." his ears were red as his cheek tainted pink, "... I used to braid Bell's dolls when we were young". Angelina busted out, laughing, she didn't take Nathaniel to be someone who plaited dolls' hair.

"Awwwww" she cooed, pinching his cheek, "You are adorable, husband".

"Only for you".

"I know," Angelina whispered.

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A man in his forties got down from the car, the man was 6'3ft tall and had a muscular body. He wore baggy brown khaki trousers, a white v-neck which and his jacket was over one side of his shoulder. His hair was neatly cut into Obama as his eyes were hiding under the shaded glasses. A smile strengthened on his lips, making him look younger than his age.

"Papa!" Angelina screams excitedly, running barefooted to her father who had opened his arms. Her father carried her up and twirled her around making her giggled.

"Denike mi," Richard said, his voice deep with the accent, hugging his daughter. He didn't want to leave her, it had been so long since he saw his daughter in the flesh. It took him a strong mantra not to rush after her at the airport.

"Papa," Angelina cried, burying her face in her father's cloth. "I miss you," her voice was coated with tears. She missed everything about him from his playfulness to his cooking, his fatherly side. He was her hero, best friend. It had always been the both of them.

"Me too Nike, the home was nothing with your absence" Richard dripped with sincerity.

Nathaniel left the two to reminisce about the lost time as he carried his father-in -law 's luggage inside. It wasn't what he pictured his father in law, his father in law was intimidating, even his height was able to make spineless people tremble in his presence. His father-in-law looked rugged, the exact opposite of Angelina. Angelina was short, maybe she took that from her mother.

Angelina took her father's hand inside, running like a child who couldn't wait to show her friend about her doll as her smile widened excitedly, she rambled out everything and anything she remembered.

Nathaniel tried to prostrate Richard but he stopped him then pulled him in a hug, patting his back.

According to Google, prostrate to your father in law to show respect but Richard beat him to it.

"Good, son in law" Richard was deep and rough, "You took care of my daughter more than I expected" Richard nodded his head in approval, looking at his daughter's chubby cheeks and skin.

"Thank you".

"So.. Papa, lemme take you to your room to freshen up" Angelina smiled, "Then you'll tell me everything and the new lady in your life!" she giggled, pushing her father to his assigned room.

Angelina ran to Nathaniel and hugged him, "Thank you for bringing papa" she said in a small voice.

"Anything for you awelewa mi*," Nathaniel kissed her temple. (*my exceedingly beautiful woman).

"Ehn ehn, awelewa?" Angelina teased.

"Yeah, òní tèmi*" Nathaniel chuckled softly. (*my person).

"Oh my, you are stealing from my Language" Angelina giggled, brushing her hardened nipples on Nathaniel's chest.

"Stop it, èmi ti rẹ tòótọ́*" his voice deepened with desire. (*yours sincerely).

"Why?" Angelina asked.

"House full, your father" he responded, pinching her nipple to have her scream before smacking him.

"Ouch, why?".

"My nipples are sore, and itchy" Angelina gently caressed her breast.

"Sorry" Nathaniel apologized.

"Let's cook something for the old man" Angelina sang, going to the kitchen as Nathaniel trailed behind her like a lost puppy, his eyes following the swaying of her hips without intentionally seducing him, he was already feeling aroused.

"Yeah" he stuttered, rubbing his neck.

"Hey man," Angelina scowled, "eyes up not down!" she huffed, stumbling her foot on the ground.

Nathaniel carried Angelina from behind and made her sit on the counter while he brought out the ingredients to cook a Nigerian dish with his wife supervision

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"Wash the pan, then put water in it" Angelina blushed furiously, checking him out. His body was so yummy, she could lick everything and devour it.

Only hers, she smirked possessively.

"All freshen up" she heard her father's voice chime, with the sound of the door closing.

"Old man!" she hollered to let him know they were in the kitchen.

"I don't know when you'll stop calling me that!" Richard said, making her roll her eyes. "I'm in my prime," he stated, running his hand through his head while Angelina laughed.

"Who told you that?"Angelina mocked," You are old," she spelled it out.

"No, I'm young!".

"Old man!" she stuck her tongue out.

"Young man!".

"Sweetheart!".

"Son in law!".

They both called Nathaniel at the same time, making him turn his attention to them.

"Am I an old man?" Richard asked, flipping his collar.

"erm.." He gulped under Angelina's gaze. "Well… you are…" the front door rang and Nathaniel sighed in relief.

Angelina tried to jump from the counter but Richard beat it to her by making his way to the door, "are we expecting visitors?" Angelina whispered, waiting for her father to come with the visitor but when he didn't.

She got down from the counter and padded her way to the door that was delaying her father, only to see her mother-in-law in her father's arms sobbing softly.

What the hell is going on?!

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