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The Perfect Valentine's Day





It was just another day. I'd had enough of all the noise everyone around me seemed to be making. Valentine this, Valentine that. To me it was just another day. I looked at the clock and it was a few minutes before 7. Soon DH would wake up and prepare for work, I would clean up, and then just like clock work my pant would feel wet and I would take it off and look at it. 

Another month, another red stain, another slap in the face, another tongue sticking its ugly self out in my face, another red stain mocking me; "you're less than a woman. No, you're not at all a woman. Women bear children, that's what women do. You? You are nothing!". I'd gotten used to it.

We wedded exactly five years ago. Our wedding was filled with laughter, happiness and promises, but over the years each month brought with it less laughter, till the laughter could no longer be heard, drowning in the deafening silence that had enveloped our home. 

DH stirred beside me. He soon woke up and like a robot on autopilot, began to prepare for work. He left me with the perfunctory dry kiss on my even drier lips, no doubt forgetting that the day was our anniversary, and I didn't dare remind him. After all we had nothing to show for our five years together. 

After I made his dinner it occured to me; 5pm and my visitor still hadn't arrived. I touched my breasts and they were swollen and sore, just as they were each month before my visitor arrived. I'd been expecting it for two days now but I was often late by a day or two. 
    Just then an idea struck me and I became very anxious. But what the hell?, I thought to myself, I'd played this game many times and this time would be no different; the 'pee on the stick' game, which always always informed me without fail that once again I was not pregnant. 

Gingerly I pulled out the drawer and grabbed a stick, on the toilet seat I peed on it and stared into thin air. I'd been sitting for a minute or two when the loud shrill ring of the bell broke into my reverie, DH was back. I immediately jumped up and rushed to let him in, carelessly discarding the strip as I approached the door. 

I couldn't believe my eyes. DH stood there, handsome and dapper as ever, in his hands were a dozen beautiful red roses, a huge red teddybear and a gift, intricately wrapped in beautiful bright red and gold papers. I just couldn't believe it!

"I love you always my Valentine, happy anniversary babe" he said to me. 

"You remembered?" I whispered. 

"How could I ever forget?" He asked and kissed me firmly on the lips. 

I ushered him into the living room, I was going to serve him his meal and make sweet love to him. Our love making had become very dry and formal of late, lacking passion, done dutifully with the singular intention of producing an offspring. Yet tonight's lovemaking would be different, tonight would be hot, passionate and steamy. My body tingled in anticipation as I rushed into the kitchen. 

"What's that on the floor?" DH asked and I stopped dead in my track. The pregancy test strip! It was going to ruin our day, our perfect Valentine.

Quickly I rushed to grab it off the floor but DH nearly beat me to it and we reached it at the same time. I tugged at it but he defiantly held on, it was then we both saw it. Red lines. Lines. Two. Two red lines! 

"Oh my God!"

"Is this what I think it is?" He asked, excited, yet reluctant to hope. 

"Yes!" I said slowly. Unsure and frightened yet certain all at once. "We are having a baby!" I screamed and DH suddenly broke down in tears. 

A visit to the clinic later that evening to confirm dispelled doubts and proved the test to be true. 
      It's been five years since we wedded, and in those five years I have never seen Demilade Hopewell, my Dear Husband, DH for short, look so happy, content and in love with me. 

Now he snores quietly beside me, his arms wrapped protectively and lovingly around me. I snuggle closer to him, drifting away into sweet sleep. This has been the perfect Valentine's day. 


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The End. 


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Hello guys. No I'm not writing to win the prize, I was just bored and then I started writing. I was going to post this as Anonymous but I feared a few of you might notice it's my writing and call me out, and then I would look fraudulent. So I jejely decided to post this as myself. LOL. I've received a number of submissions and I will begin posting now, I didn't plan to but I found myself writing and we can never have too many posts, right?

Comments

  1. Thelma, nice story. May someone's valentine be this beautiful. I pray every couple praying for a child/children will be answered in Jesus name.

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  2. I knew it was you, thank God you didn't post as anonymous because I will be the first to shout Ole.

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  3. Please who wrote this?
    It's TOO Beautiful a piece. I wanted to be in that space with U both when u found the stick!!!
    Amazing Feeling. Priceless too.

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  4. Beautiful write up but then it reminded me of something I wanted to push behind my head during this val. Bitter sweet huh.

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    1. I'm so sorry Anon. It will be all sweet very soon.

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  5. Beautiful!

    I got misty eyed at the red roses and teddy bear part..

    May valentine be this sweet for those whose marriages have been strained by the wait for young ones. May their quivers be filled with beautiful babies and their homes with abundant laughter.

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  6. O dear, too bad it wasn't written by someone else, would have voted for it hands down, what could be more perfect than this?

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  7. Awwwww....
    Immediately I started reading it I knew it was T
    T your writing is amazing am Sooo jealous
    How can one person write soo beautifully

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  8. I read this twice... i'm sure i'm gonna read it again before I sleep. beautiful story Tee... beautiful! *hugging you*

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  9. Wow...beautiful story. Definitely a perfect way to end val day.

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  10. Enjoyed reading This ..may evryone have an amazing valentine weekend With or without a man..I hope DH has plans this year..If not.. I already have my moet rosè chilling in d fridge and maybe movies on DStv box office .lol...xoxo

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  11. With or without a man? I am so tired of without a man, God please help me, I am so very lonely.

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    1. *hugs* you'll be fine *kisses*

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    2. *hugs* you'll be fine *kisses*

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