I woke up to find myself lying beside a man. He was naked. Between his hairy chest and thighs was a boxers. My eyes rested on him for a minute and I smiled, a fleeting smile like a flash of light or an electric current leaving behind the trace of confusion. The expression on my face as I look at this man is that what I feel inside could betray me. The eyes of the man gave me strength, love and contentment.
When we began seeing each other, my relationship with him did not extend to in between our thighs. We were only friends who would sit and talk for hours. It was a gratifying meeting of hearts.
Sooner than can be expected, I let him to come into me, filling my essence as a woman, little did I know that his love for me was not true. He wanted to only taste my womanhood and dump me away. Happily enough, I took in.
I told him that I missed my period and he frowned. He told me to leave his house which I did. I went home in tears, lamenting my condition. I had told no one about it and was not considering abortion.
I couldn't sleep at night. I didn't know what to do, the course of action to take. I was perplexed, flummoxed and flabbergasted. I was fully in tears when my phone beeped. It was him. I picked the call and he spoke up.
"Will you be my wife? "
I smiled and said," Will you be a good father to my children?"
We agreed to get married. Indeed, our hearts were glued in love.