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    Who’s demi to u abena

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    That joke is Expensive

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    I feel so sad for Abena, she has passed through alot and getting pregnant for a celeb was the only means of saving little Demi… But, am yet to know who he (Demi) really is to her

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    Who is Demi?

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    episode. 32
    He heard her sniffling in her room, and felt a
    pang of guilt.
    “I also got you cookies, chocolates, and
    more bananas.” He said again.
    He heard the door click open and she stood
    in front of him, blocking him from entering
    her room.
    “I have to come in with the whole package
    Abena.” He said softly and she let him in,
    grabbing the bunch of bananas from him.
    He chuckled, but kept quiet when she glared
    at him.
    “I’m sorry, I’m such a d--k. I have no filter,
    and I say a lot of mean things.” He
    “Yes, you do.” She simply said.
    “Let me make it up to you.” He offered.
    “Sorry, I don’t hang out with my baby daddy.
    I don’t want people to think I’m with him for
    money…” She gave a sarcastic pause. “Oh,
    yes! I am getting paid.”
    “Abena, thats unfair. I’m trying to apologize.
    I’m sorry I always say the wrong things. I’m
    such a bad person to you.” He sighed and
    she felt bad.
    She looked at the worried look on his
    beautiful face and immediately gave in.
    He had no idea what he did to her.
    “Fine. Apology accepted.” She said grabbing
    the box of cookies from him.
    A smile lit up his face and the butterflies
    returned to her stomach, playing around.
    “So, Abena.” He started, attempting to make
    small talk. “Why don’t you go out?” Tobi
    asked after a while.
    “Go out? To where?” She lifted an eyebrow.
    “Go out, like to have fun. You always stay at
    home, even after I told you that you’re
    allowed to leave the house.” He explained.
    “People stare.” She said quietly, thinking of
    Dr. Karo’s scrutinizing gaze.
    “Stare? At what?” He asked confused.
    “At me. People stare at me.” She tried to
    “I don’t understand.”
    “What have you been doing all your life?
    “You have no knowledge of how life works
    do you?” She asked.
    “Just talk Abena.” He said impatiently.
    “People stare, when you’re pregnant and not
    married, or at least engaged.” She explained
    “Why don’t I take you out. Shopping and
    stuff. Anything you want.” He offered.
    “Really?” Her eyes lit up.
    “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She
    squealed, hugging him tightly. He released
    himself from her grip and gave her a smile.
    “No problem.”
    I’ll do anything to see that smile on your face
    But of course, he didn’t tell her that.

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    episode. 33
    Abena slumped her shoulders in defeat as
    she looked at herself in the mirror, wearing
    only underwear. Her closet had been
    emptied out and clothes were scattered all
    over the room. What was the matter, you
    might ask.
    Nothing fit.
    The leggings ripped as she tried to pull them
    Her jeans didn’t go past her thighs.
    Her shirts were too tight.
    Her dresses were suffocating.
    Skirts didn’t go past her thighs.
    She couldn’t zip up her jumpsuit.
    Nothing fit, well except for her sweatpants.
    Tobi was taking her out, and she really
    wanted to look good. But after trying every
    article of clothing in her closet, she was
    giving up. Her thoughts were interrupted by
    a knock on her door.
    “One second!” She yelled and jumped into
    her sweatpants. She threw on a random
    blouse, and regretted it immediately. It was
    “Oya, come in.” She breathed out.
    He walked into her room and raised an
    eyebrow at the mess. Then his gaze landed
    on her and he bit the inside of his cheek to
    stop him from laughing.
    “You look… nice.” He said slowly.
    “You’re a terrible liar.” She said and sat
    down on her bed, tears threatening to fall.
    “Okay, you don’t look nice. It looks like it’s a
    lot of sizes smaller.” He said truthfully.
    “That’s because I’m fat.” She said quietly.
    “You’re not fat, you’re pregnant.” He tried to
    reason out.
    “What’s the difference?” She shouted at him,
    wiping the tears that stained her cheek.
    “Um… not all fat people are pregnant?” He
    said slowly, trying to avoid the wrath of an
    hormonal pregnant woman.
    “Nothing fits. I’m just so fat now, I don’t
    want to be fat. I want to be slim again. I
    want my clothes to fit me.” She said.
    “So, nothing here fits.” He said.
    “You trying fitting into your clothes when
    you have a… ball, attached to your
    stomach.” She said.
    “That’s my baby you’re talking about.” He
    joked and she gave a small smile.
    He slung his shoulder around her and pulled
    her to him. “Abena. You’re not fat, you’re
    just pregnant. And you’re a very hot
    pregnant woman. I have never seen a
    pregnant woman so beautiful.” He whispered
    in her hair but she hardly heard a word he
    said. She was too busy inhaling his scent,
    and staring at his chest.
    “Now, this is what you’re going to do. You’re
    going to wear your sweatpants, and I”ll give
    you one of my shirts, so you can fit your
    ‘ball’, in it and stop squashing my baby in
    these clothes. And then we’ll go shopping.”
    He said softly.
    “But I wanted to look nice na. I won’t look
    nice in sweatpants and a man’s shirt.” She
    whined, although the offer of wearing his
    shirt was very tempting.
    “I think you look exceptionally beautiful in
    everything.” He said and her heart skipped a
    As he left the room to bring his shirt, Abena
    was convinced that he only said that to
    make her feel better, but Tobi knew he
    meant every word.

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    episode. 34
    “Okay. I like this one, and this.” Abena said
    as she walked through the store, dumping
    every attractive piece of clothing on Tobi.
    “When I said that you could shop to your
    hearts content, I didn’t mean that you
    should make me your shopping bag.” He
    said as she dropped a dress on him.
    “Well, this is your way of apologizing for
    making me fat.” She said, looking through
    some shirts.
    “You’re pregnant, not fat.” He pointed out
    with exasperation.
    “Same thing!”
    “Okay.” He said calmly. “Why don’t you try
    on all of this first?”
    She nodded obediently, and he called one of
    the shopping assistants. “How can I help
    you sir?” She asked, batting her fake
    eyelashes at him.
    Tobi didn’t seem to notice the flirtatious
    smile that the assistant was giving him, or
    the amount of ladies that were eye-raping
    him in the store.
    “Yes, you can. Take all of this first.” He
    dumped the clothings on her, causing her to
    stumble a little. “I need you to help her out.”
    “Of course sir.” She gave a strained smile.
    “I’ll see to it that your wife is taking care
    Much better , Abena thought. These women
    are just treating me like I’m nonexistent, so…
    wait… wife?
    She stared at Tobi in surprise but he just
    gave her a wink and followed the assistant
    to the changing room.
    “Wife, you coming?” He teased and she
    glared at him, ignoring her increasing
    After a few hours of shopping, Tobi was
    tired, but Abena wasn’t.
    She held her cone of icecream and her
    purse, while Tobi carried all twelve bags of
    maternity wear and, after the insistence of
    Abena, unisex baby clothing.
    “Wait.” She said abruptly.
    Tobi stumbled back. He was supposed to be
    annoyed. As a billionaire, he didn’t carry
    things for people, it was the other way
    around. He didn’t like to be told what to do.
    But when Abena told him to do something,
    he did it, he complained obviously, but he
    did it anyway.
    “What is it now?” He complained.
    “We have to decorate a nursery.” She said,
    beaming at him like she just won a million
    “No need jare. I’ll get an interior decorator
    for that.” He said, dismissing the topic and
    walking towards the car to drop all the
    “But I want to do it. We should do it. It’s our
    baby.” She explained.
    “I know, I know. It’s not really mine. But
    please, let me do this one thing for my child.
    Just one thing. So that I can know that I did
    something for my child before I left.”
    He looked in her eyes and knew she was
    already getting attached to the baby. And
    the baby wasn’t even born yet. But there
    was nothing he could do. The baby was,
    literally, attached to her.
    “Okay. But, abeg, stop referring to my
    daughter as an ‘it’.” He joked and she rolled
    her eyes.
    “It’s a fifty-fifty chance jare. Thanks sha.”
    She smiled sincerely at him. He smiled back
    at her, and his gaze fell to her lips. How
    could someone look so… kissable, he
    wanted to kiss her, right there.
    “Let’s start with paint!” She squealed in
    “You’re not going to paint. You could fall
    down when you’re painting the top part of
    the wall.” He said.

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    Am loving every bit of this story, and am sure Abena will not be able to leave the baby for Tobi once she puts to bed. Its gonna be a difficult moment.

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