THE MIRACLE I NEED SEASON 2 : Episode 11 – 20
EPISODE 18
Kimberly had a smile on her face as she walked out of the bathroom dressed
in a Mickey mouse shorts and top, ready to join Eric on her bed. Eric who was
lying on the bed, dressed in pyjamas, spread out his hands in a welcoming
manner for her to join him, and without hesitation, she lowered herself to the
bed and into his arms. She lay down facing him, with her head on his chest.
“I missed your scent,” Kimberly said in a small voice as she sniffed his body.
He always smelt fresh and nice.
“I missed holding you like this,” Eric whispered and then he sniffed her hair,
“You need to wash your hair,” he said, making her move away from him self?consciously, but he drew her back.
“It doesn’t smell so bad yet.
But you will have to be washing it at least every
weekend. I want your hair to always smell nice. You know you are always
wearing wigs so your hair tends to be stuffy,” Eric said making Kimberly roll
her eyes.
“Yes sir,” she muttered under her breath. They had not spent a week together
and all he could talk about was the smell of her hair? Like seriously? This
man really had to lecture her on hair hygiene? He was just something else,
Kimberly thought irritably and closed her eyes.
“Babe?” Eric called after some time when he sensed she was beginning to
doze off.
“Hm?” She asked sleepily.
“Do you really love me?” Eric asked, making her sit up to look at him with a
frown as the sleep disappeared from her eyes.
“You still doubt me?”
“No. That’s not what I mean. I mean, do you really love me? Like, love me
enough to want to marry me for real? I’d really love to make what we have
offcial so you can fnally meet my family, and be my wife in every sense of
the word,” Eric said as he sat up too.
A lump formed in Kimberly’s throat and her heart futtered. Even though she
knew she was supposed to be embarrassed that she was about to have an
awkward conversation with him, she just couldn’t fnd it in her to keep her
thoughts to herself, “Eric you know I’m still undergoing therapy…”
“I know. But tell me something, don’t you think I can satisfy all your sxual
cravings to the point that you won’t want anyone else to touch you?
If I’m
with you every time you have a sxual urge would you still want to be with
someone else?” Eric asked, taking both her hands in his own when he
noticed how tense she was.
“I… I don’t know,” Kimberly said as tears formed in her eyes. For the frst time
in her life, she really wanted something worthwhile with a man, and didn’t
want to ruin it.
“It’s a good thing I know enough for two. I’m willing to risk it. You can keep
attending therapy while I try my best too…”
“Eric…”
“Believe me, Kim, I’ve given this a whole lot of thought, and I think maybe
your problem isn’t promiscuity. Maybe it is not the idea of being with
different men that appeals to you. It might just be that you have a very high
libido but go to different people for satisfaction because you’re not in a
committed relationship with anyone, think about it,” Eric suggested.
Kimberly’s brows drew together thoughtfully, “You really think so?” She
asked.
“Yes. But we won’t know if we don’t give it a try, right?”
“Should we give it a try now?” Kimberly asked too eagerly, making him
chuckle.
“Marry me first. I want to pay your bride price and show everyone that you’re
my wife,” Eric said making her look at him thoughtfully.
“You’re not scared? I know you’re scared of being cheated on, but wanting to
marry me and give this a try is risky,” Kimberly pointed out.
“Of course I’m scared. But what is love without trust? I trust you to protect
my heart,” Eric said with a small smile.
“But I don’t trust myself,” Kimberly said with a shake of her head.
“I know you want to change as much as I want you to change. So stop
overthinking things and let’s do this, okay?”
“Are you sure? Maybe we should just continue with this fake marriage thing
for a year and see how it goes?” She suggested.
“And what should happen if after the end of the year you are still undergoing
therapy? I should leave you and marry someone else?” Eric asked, cocking
his head to the side to look at her.
“I don’t know… But I should get better by the end of the one year, right?” She
asked hopefully.
“And you will be okay if I don’t touch you within this one year?” He asked
again.
“You won’t touch me? Why?” She asked with a frown.
“I know we signed some papers at the court, but I’m not touching you until
I’ve paid your bride price. We are Africans, and I love to follow due
processes,” Eric said making her sigh.
“What happens if I slip? What if I can’t help it, and I cheat on you?” Kimberly
asked with a frown.
“I’m sure you can always help it as long as you don’t go to parties or places
you could easily get tempted, without me. Even if you end up cheating on me,
I’ll be very hurt and devastated, but I won’t leave you,” Eric promised.
Kimberly drew in a long breath and let it out slowly, “Okay. Fine. I love you
anyway, and I’m sure there is nobody else I would rather do this marriage
thing with. So let’s get married for real,” Kimberly said with a nod, making him
raise a brow..
“You’re sure about that?” Eric asked, and smiled when she nodded.
“Of course. As long as it’s you, I’m sure I can do anything. So when are we
getting married? This weekend?” She asked, making him chuckle.
“We will talk about that later. So tell me something, how many kids would you
love us to have?” Eric asked, making Kimberly’s eyes widen slightly.
Kids? She had never really given much thought to that since she had always
thought she would never be able to get married with her lifestyle. She had
thought that if ever she had to have a child, she would have to adopt. But
hearing this now, it occurred to her that getting married meant she would not
only have sex but also become pregnant and have kids of her own.
Like she
could actually have kids of her own? Kids who probably would look like Eric
and a little bit like her? She would be a mother? The thought of that alone
made tears gather in her eyes.
“Are you about to start crying?” Eric asked when he noticed the way her facial
expression changed, “Why? You don’t want children?” Eric asked when a tear
dropped from her eyes and she suddenly broke into a sob.
Eric moved closer to her and pulled her to himself so she could cry as much
as she wanted on him, while he tried to figure out what the problem was.
Why was she crying? Was it that she wasn’t capable of having children? Was
it possible that because of her former lifestyle she couldn’t have kids? If that
was the case then maybe they could both find a way around it, right? His
parents would probably not be very happy about it, but once he made it clear
it was what he wanted they wouldn’t be able to oppose anything.
“Baby… Don’t worry, everything will be okay, no matter what it is.”
“Everything is okay… It feels like… Like… I’m dreaming,” Kimberly said in
muffed sobs as she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.
“What feels like a dream?” Eric asked curiously as he tried to wipe her tears
with his hands.
“You. You feel like a dream. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve a person
like you,” Kimberly said as she looked into his face, making him smile.
“I wonder what you did to deserve me too,” Eric teased, making her giggle.
“You’re supposed to say something sweet in return, not something cocky,”
She chided.
“I’m sure something sweet wouldn’t have made you laugh. I’ve never met a
person as emotional as you. I suppose it’s one of the sweetest things about
you. You cry over everything,” Eric said with a chuckle.
“About your question, I want six kids. Five boys and a girl,” Kimberly said,
startling Eric. Although he was glad he had thought wrongly and she could
have children, but what did she mean by six?
“Wh…at?” Six? In this present age and time?
Kimberly bobbed her head excitedly as she raised both hands, showing him
six fngers, “Yes. Six.” She said, fashing him a big smile.
He opened his mouth to argue with her but shut it when something occurred
to him. She would naturally change her mind about the number of kids she
wanted after having the frst child, so there was defnitely no need to argue
with her.
“Okay then. Six it is.”
“How do you want them? Three boys and three girls I guess?” He asked,
humoring her.
“No. Maybe fve boys and a girl,” Kimberly said immediately.
“Five boys? Why?”
“Female children need so much care and attention, so if she has five
brothers, they will all look after her. Besides, don’t think I don’t know female
children are always closer to their father.”
“Oh! I see. Anyway, I want fve girls and a boy. I want all my daughters to look
like you. I can only pray they don’t cry as much as you do, else I would give
up on wearing shirts,” Eric said, making Kimberly hit him playfully.
“Another thing…” Eric said, looking serious all of a sudden as he looked at
her.
“What is it?”
Eric cleared his throat, “You know you would have to move into my house after we get married, right?”
“Oh!” Kimberly exclaimed. That had completely skipped her mind. She
frowned when she remembered his house, “That house?”
Eric winced, “I’m sorry,” he said apologetically.
“It’s okay. Wow! I never thought I would ever leave this house,” Kimberly said
as she looked around her room.
“Is that a good thing, or a bad thing?” Eric asked, watching her curiously.
“I suppose it’s a good thing. I feel like everything is changing for me. I even
went to church last Thursday,” Kimberly said, making Eric look at her with
interest.
“You did?” He had been at work so he had no idea what she had done after
work.
“Yeah. Kathleen told me about a prayer meeting they hold on Thursdays in
her church, so I decided to stop by and I didn’t tell you, I fnally finished that
book too,” Kimberly said, making Eric smile.
“That is good. Do you know what I think you need? You need to go to church
more too. My pastor always says Grace comes in the place of service.
It is
while you’re serving God he gives you the grace to do away with things that
don’t glorify him. So how about we go to my Church together tomorrow?
Since you don’t belong to any particular church family, you could join me in
mine, and maybe we could get wedded there too unless you’d prefer to get
wedded in your father’s church,” Eric suggested.
“You don’t think some people might know me there?” She asked skeptically.
“Every saint was once a sinner. I’m sure if we look into most of them, we
would find something horrid too, so stop being so harsh on yourself, okay?”
“Okay,” Kimberly said with a nod as she stood up from the bed.
“Where are you going to?” Eric asked curiously.
“I want to see if I have something nice to wear to church,” she told him
without looking back as she opened her closet and started taking out the
gowns in the hanger to see which one most suited her, while Eric inspected her.
“I think that one looks good,” Eric finally said with approval when she picked
out a simple off-the-shoulder knee-length penciled Ankara gown with a tiny
slit and a bow behind it.
Eric watched in amusement as she fussed with the gown and then started
looking for shoes to match it. His mother had called while Kimberly was in
the bathroom to find out how it went, and they had all been delighted to hear
that she had finally forgiven him. What he needed to do now that he had
convinced her to marry him, was put every plan in motion for their marriage…
He paused when something occurred to him. Kimberly was yet to see his
parents.
“Love?”
“Yeah?” She answered distractedly.
“What about meeting my parents tomorrow?” He asked, making her heart
skip a beat as she spun around to look at him.
“What? Tomorrow?”
“Yeah. We could fly to Abuja after service tomorrow and come back on
Monday morning in time for us to go to work?” Eric suggested as he stood up
from the bed and approached her.
“I don’t know. Do you think I’m ready to meet them? What if they disapprove
of me?” She asked with a worried frown.
“Kim, you’ve spoken with my mom before, remember? And you said you
thought she was nice. Besides, she’s the one who recommended the
therapist for you. They know everything about you.”
Eric said, placing both
hands on her shoulder and giving her a reassuring smile.
“They do?” Kimberly asked with wide eyes.
“Yes. And they love you. So you have nothing to worry about. Meeting them
is just for formality’s sake. Besides, Wumi already told them about you too,
and she would be there, so relax, okay?” Eric said, making her nod even
though she was still feeling nervous.
“Okay. If you say so.”
“I love you Kim, and trust me, I’ve got your back,” he said as he dropped a peck
on her forehead before embracing her.
THE MIRACLE I NEED SEASON 2 : Episode 11 – 20
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“Happy birthday!” Both Isioma and Sharon exclaimed immediately Kathleen
walked out of her bedroom that morning.
Kathleen smiled happily, “Thank you.”
Who would have thought she had been feeling very apprehensive and
unexcited about this day for the past couple of months? But now that the day
was here, she felt so happy, blessed, thankful, hopeful, and optimistic.
“I’m sure Pete is going to get you something nice and take you to somewhere
nice, so let me give you my cheap gift before he gives you something
expensive,” Sharon said as she handed her a beautiful blue colored v-necked,
long-sleeved, penciled three-quarter gown, which was cinched at the waist,
“You can wear this to church today unless of course, you think it’s too cheap,”
Sharon said with a wink.
“Awww, thank you so much. Now I feel guilty for not getting you anything on
your birthday,” Kathleen said as she raised the gown to check it out. It looked
really simple and decent, yet sexy and classy in a way.
“Yes. The guilt should eat you up. Next year you can get me a car,” Sharon
said, making Kathleen and Isioma laugh.
“Thief. Person nuh suppose to first fit buy bicycle before they buy motor?
(Shouldn’t I be able to afford a bicycle before buying a car?)” Kathleen asked
amidst her laughter.
“Sist NG, I don’t have any money to buy you anything. But don’t worry, next
year I will buy you something, you hear?” Isioma said apologetically.
“Don’t worry jor, let’s go and prepare for church, I don’t want to be late today.
Let me go and check on Amanda before I have my bath,” Kathleen said
before dropping the gown on the arm of one of the chairs and walking out of
the house.
“Where is your father?” Kathleen asked Amanda when she saw her eating a
bowl of cornfakes at the dining, and looking prepared for church already.
“He had to leave really early for a meeting. You know he is the first son and
has to be there,” Chidi explained apologetically as he joined them while
buttoning his shirt.
“Oh,” Kathleen muttered, trying not to sound very disappointed.
He hadn’t even waited to wish her happy birthday before leaving? No call, no
text, and not even a WhatsApp message? Kathleen thought with a heavy
heart.
She wondered what Isioma and Sharon would think about it. They had been
expecting him to do something big for her birthday, but all she had wanted
was a simple birthday wish from the man she loved, yet it seemed like Pete
had completely forgotten what date it was. Maybe it was because they only
just recently started dating and he had a lot on his mind, hence he had
forgotten, Kathleen reasoned with a sigh.
She wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it. She was just going to go to
church and thank God for adding a new year to her age. Even though she felt
disappointed that he seemed to have forgotten her birthday, she knew he
didn’t love her less. So she was going to also thank God for giving her a
thoughtful and kindhearted man like Pete who really loved her.
“I should go and get ready then,” Kathleen said with a forced smile before
returning to her apartment. Even though she had come up with an excuse for
Pete, she still felt sad and less excited about the day now.
She quickly showered and just as slipped on the gown Sharon had gotten
her, Sharon walked into the room, “Kat, today is your birthday and you need to
be glammed up. Allow me to make you up,” Sharon suggested as she
dropped some make-up items on Kathleen’s dressing table.
“We don’t have time for that. Chidi and Amanda are ready, and we are going
to just keep them waiting unnecessarily,” Kathleen said impatiently.
“Just give me ffteen minutes. I won’t waste your time I promise. Just
something very light and simple,” Sharon pleaded as she dragged Kathleen
over to the chair in front of the dressing table and lowered her to it.
“Isi, bring those press-on nails I gave you to keep for me. Come and fix it for
her as I do the makeup,” Sharon called out making Kathleen frown.
“What press on nails? You know I don’t like things like that,” She asked in annoyance. What was the point in getting glammed up for her birthday if
Pete wasn’t around to see it and he wasn’t even taking her anywhere? She
just wanted to go to church, come back home, and sleep off the rest of the
day.
“Relax. It’s detachable. You’ll just wear it today, and take it off before going to
bed. Plus I made sure it’s very short, so it doesn’t inconvenience you,” Sharon
assured her as Isioma walked into the bedroom with a pack of short nude?colored press on nails, which had glitters and foral designs on them.
“Please hurry up, I don’t understand this one that you people are doing,”
Kathleen said irritably, but neither Sharon nor Isioma complained as they
made up her face and fxed her nails.
“Shey you said it’s just ffteen minutes?” Kathleen asked thirty minutes later.
“Wait jor, it’s remaining small. Why are you rushing as if you’re the one
holding the key of the church?” Sharon asked as she continued what she was
doing.
Ten minutes later she stepped away from Kathleen, “I’m done, let me quickly
wear my clothes,” Sharon said as she hurried to the wardrobe to take out her
clothes.
THE MIRACLE I NEED SEASON 2 : Episode 11 – 20
Twenty minutes later they were all inside the car driving to church after
Sharon had made them all snap several pictures together. Chidi was driving,
and Kathleen was sitting in front with him, while Sharon, Isioma, and Amanda
were seated at the back together.
“Aunty Kat are you fine?” Amanda asked curiously when she noticed the way
Kathleen was just staring straight ahead without contributing to the
conversation.
Kathleen forced a smile, “Yes darling, I’m okay,” She assured her, but
remained silent.
THE MIRACLE I NEED SEASON 2 : Episode 11 – 20
Three hours later, Kathleen was still not very excited but she felt better after
being in God’s presence, “How was service?” She asked Amanda and listened
as Amanda listed everything she learned.
Chidi’s phone rang, and he quickly received the call, “Yes. We are on our way
home,” He said and ended the call.
“Is that Amanda’s father?” Kathleen asked curiously.
“Yes. He wanted to know if we have closed from church,” Chidi explained,
making Kathleen frown as she picked up her phone to see if her phone was
off or her network bars were missing. Why was he calling Chidi instead of
her? She wondered with a frown.
“What is that?” Amanda asked, pointing to the left side.
“What?” Kathleen asked, turning to see what Amanda was pointing at.
“Look up,” Amanda said excitedly, making Kathleen glance skyward. A plane
was fying far ahead of them but it was carrying something like a banner. She
squinted her gaze to see what was written, but it was too far above.
And as though whoever was fying the plane knew she was trying to read
what was written, the plane drew closer enough for her to see what was
displayed on the banner. Her breath caught when she saw the words
displayed on the banner, and she raised both hands to cover her mouth
which was gaping open.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY NGOZIKA KATHLEEN OKORIE. WILL YOU BE MY WIFE?
THE MIRACLE I NEED SEASON 2 : Episode 11 – 20
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