LOGINHer eyes stung, but no tears came. Only silence. A silence heavy with the fear that one day, no matter how hard she fought, she would lose a battle she had never been meant to win.The morning light filtered weakly through the cream curtains, painting soft stripes across the bed. Emelia lay still, staring at the ceiling, the weight of the night pressing on her chest like a stone.August’s arm was draped over her waist, his breathing steady, content. To him, last night had been another step toward their dream—a child, an heir, a family made whole. To her, it had been another surrender, a promise to herself broken before it could breathe.Beside her, August stirred. “You’re quiet,” he murmured, his voice warm with satisfaction. “I feel peace today… like we did the right thing.”Emelia forced a small hum of agreement, though her lips quivered. The memory of Ethan’s eyes in the dark, the unspoken bond that clung to her even as August touched her, twisted her insides.“I’ll speak with Ethan
Tobi kissed Rachel’s cheek, his voice soft but firm. “Your mommy isn’t here, and Francesca is part of this family too. You should let her help.”Rachel clung tighter to his neck. “No. Please, Daddy. You do it.”Tobi sighed, glancing at Francesca, who gave a small, brittle smile. “It’s fine,” she said quickly, waving him off. “She’s just… tired.”But the hurt in her voice betrayed her.He set Rachel on the counter and rolled up his sleeves. “Alright, princess, Daddy will do it today. But you have to promise to let Francesca help next time.”Rachel giggled, not promising anything.As Tobi knelt by the tub, dipping the sponge into the soapy water, he started humming an old tune—off-key, but familiar. Rachel’s eyes widened.“That’s Mommy’s song,” she said softly, her stubbornness melting.“Yes,” Tobi smiled faintly. “Daddy remembers too.”Rachel slipped into the water, splashing him playfully. He laughed, wiping his wet shirt. “See? Easy. Nothing to it.”Francesca stood by the door now, ar
Before Chisom could answer Tobi’s teasing words, the front door burst open. Rachel darted in, her laughter carrying through the living room.“Mummy!” she cried, rushing into Chisom’s arms.Chisom bent instantly, her coldness melting as she gathered the little girl close. She kissed her forehead, inhaling the scent of her hair like it was the only pure thing left in her world.“I missed you,” Rachel said, muffled against her chest.Chisom smiled faintly. “I missed you too, my baby.”Rachel looked up, eyes shining, then turned toward Tobi. “Daddy let me win at the game!” she announced proudly.Tobi grinned, leaning forward. “Correction—your brain beat mine fair and square.”Rachel giggled, wrapping one arm around Chisom’s neck and pointing the other at Tobi. “Mummy, you should’ve seen him! He was pretending to be serious, but I knew he was losing on purpose.”Chisom’s jaw tightened. She didn’t want the reminder—this picture of father and daughter laughing together, as if nothing had eve
Night pressed thickly against the windows, the compound quiet except for the distant bark of a stray dog. Emelia sat at the edge of the bed, her wrapper pulled tightly around her frame, as though fabric alone could shield her from what lay ahead.August leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, watching her. His expression carried no malice, only conviction.“It’s for us, Emelia. For the child we’ve been praying for. Just one more time with Ethan. After that, we’ll know.”His certainty pierced her like a blade. She nodded faintly, unable to trust her own voice. Inside, her vow burned: This will be the last time. Never again.Moments later, she crossed the hallway with slow steps, her feet betraying none of the storm in her chest. The door to the guest room stood half open. A faint glow spilled out, the low hum of Ethan’s voice humming a tune to himself. He had been waiting.When she entered, his eyes lit up with that familiar fire, the one that unsettled her, the one she both loathed
August opened the door to Tobi’s familiar face. They exchanged a quick hug—no fuss, just warmth.“Morning,” Tobi said.“Morning,” August replied, stepping aside.Tobi entered, gave Emelia a respectful nod. “Good morning.”“Morning,” she answered, eyes lowered.His gaze slid to the sofa. “Ethan.”“Tobi,” Ethan returned, cool, unreadable.August gestured to the seats. “Make we sit.”No small talk. No catching up. They had seen each other the previous morning. The room settled into a quiet that said more than words.Tobi leaned back in the armchair, flashing his usual grin. “Emelia, abeg, you don’t even greet me properly. Since yesterday, you’ve just been treating me like a side character.”Emelia rolled her eyes but the corner of her lips curved. “Side character that eats the biggest meat in the pot, right?”August chuckled, already used to their bickering.“Exactly!” Tobi spread his arms dramatically. “And since I’m here, I expect small chops too. Don’t act like you didn’t hear me.”Em
The house was quieter than usual that night. The day’s laughter had long faded, leaving only the sound of the ticking wall clock and the occasional night breeze rattling the curtains. Emelia sat on the edge of her bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her mind far from rest. She should have been comforted by the silence, but it felt suffocating. Her heart still carried the heaviness of Rachel’s cries on the beach—the way the little girl clung to her mother with desperate love. It stirred something raw inside her, something she hadn’t allowed herself to dwell on too much. Three years of marriage. Three years of waiting. Of hoping. Of doctor visits and whispered prayers. And nothing. No child. No little arms to cling to her. She pressed her palms over her face, sighing heavily. Why does it hurt so much? A soft knock came on the door. She didn’t need to ask who it was. “Come in,” she said quietly. The door creaked open, and August stepped in. He looked weary, his shirt unbutto







