“GOODMORNING!!!! GOODNORNING!!!” A really loud scream pierced through Abigail’s and Marcel’s sleep, waking them up. “What… the..” Abigail groaned sitting up on the bed, dis-entangling herself from Marcel’s hold. When she had woke up in the middle of night to ease herself, she had found herself cuddling with Marcel, she couldn’t tell if it was a mistake on his part but she felt too happy to not go along with it.“What the hell, Rachael!” Marcel growled getting up from the bed, walking towards his ex in angry steps.“That wasn’t the good morning beautiful I was expecting.” Racheal pouts.“You come in here and decided to disturb my wife and i peace, and you think you would get some goddamn good-morning?”“Wife?” Racheal asked glaring at Abigail.*Wife?* Abigail thinks blushing stupidly.“Yeah, my wife. Now get the fuck out of our bedroom!” “I’m not going anywhere. I’m carrying your child and I deserve to be cuddling with you not her.” Racheal points at Abigail with distaste and disgus
"You know, you don't have to stay at home just because the kids asked you to. I'm sure you would want to be at the bar." Abigail said pouring a small amount of water into a pot, she had on fire, staring at Marcel from the side of her eyes."First of all, the bar would survive a day without me. Secondly, I want to be here... I want to be with the kids. It's a saturday, why should I spend it at the insides of a boring office huh?" Marcel shrugged passing her a bowl filled of chopped potatoes. "Thank you." Abigail replied taking the bowl from him."Besides, my sister is reading for her final year exams and because of that she can't be here today. And because I don't want my wife feeling lonely, I decided to keep her company." Marcel whispered in Abigail's ear, wrapping his hands around her waist.Abigail blushed, pretending to be focused on the hot German potato salad she was making. She had found the recipe online and decided to try it out. "Hmm, no reply. Is she already falling less
“What?” “What is she talking about, Abigail.” Mrs Weston stared at her grandchild, fetching for answers.“Uhm.. er..” Abigail tried to come up with an excuse but her brain was blank, so was Marcel’s.Marcel wondered if they should just come clean about Rachael, but if they did that.. they would also have to explain the beginning of their relationship. “Aunty Rachael, don’t you know is wrong to lie. You are just my daddy’s friend.” Denise yelled glaring at the imposer who wouldn’t just leave. “Awwn, I was only joking Denise. And that cannot be considered as a lie.” Racheal chuckled, faking a deep laugh.“Ohh, ohh. You are Marcel’s friend.” Grandma uttered in relief lowering her hands down from her chest.“Yes she is.” Abigail laughed nervously.“I’m sorry if that gave you quite the shock grandma, I’m just a bit of joker. That’s all.” “I did not find your joke funny, not one bit.” Marcel muttered under his breathe, glaring angrily at Rachael.“Well… the joke has been made and thanks
Marcel and Abigail shared a look, staring across Marcel's family who had suddenly gone quiet, after Marcels big reveal."Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Just Wow. Wow." "Can you stop Sophia, you sound like an ambulance." Mabel said hitting her sisters arm. "How can I stop? Our brother has three kids. Not one, but two! Oh My God." Sophia uttered in complete amazement, her eyes twice their original size."Shut up, Sophia." Mrs Williams glared at her daughter, saying something for the first time after her son big reveal. She returns her look back on Abigail and Marcel, "So the money we used for your fathers leg oppression was not a loan from your workplace, but a payment you got from donating your sperm?" "Yes." Marcel answered nodding his head.Mr Williams rose to his feet, "What rose can you not do for money. First I find out h that you agree to be her husband for money, and now.. you sold your sperm for money. What other indigenous act have you committed. Would you also confess them or would I
A DAY BEFORE RACHEAL'S POST**********************************"I don't want to go back home. I love it here." Abigail murmured resting her head on Marcel's shoulder. They were seated on top of a hill staring down at the beautiful city lights."I would have loved to disagree but I can't. You are right, I wish we could just stay here, away from all the responsibilities waiting for us, my parents.. your grand mother, and Rachael." Abigail raised her head up, "How about we don't go then. I can sell my company, and you can also sell the bar. With the money, we can just stay here forever, living in happy memories only." Marcel chuckled, allowing the picture she was trying to paint sink in. He could see it, the kids running around on the beach and playing with the water. He would take night strolls with Abigail along the beach, they could have dinner on top of the hill while soaking in the city lights. It would be nice and comfy."I can see it too. But you and I know Abigail Marcel Willia
Abigail shifts back in shock, she could feel her head spinning at a 360 degree. Marcel was quick to catch her before her body could hit the ground, "What is wrong? Why are you pale?" Marcel asked staring down at her face with so much concern.Abigail was too dumbfounded to produced a single word from her mouth. How did the world know? Who revealed her secret to the world? Marcel took the phone Abigail was holding from her, his eyes widened in shock on seeing what was on the screen. "Perhaps, I should collect back the key for the two bedroom Apartment?" Marcel asked no one in particular. Abigail nod her head weakly. "Children get down from the car, we are staying for one more day or more..” Marcel yelled, and the kids jumped in excitement hurriedly leaving the car."Daddy, is mummy alright?""Are we staying for one more day because mummy is sick?" "Mummy please don't be sick." The trio said at the same time, the three of them staring at their mum with so much concern in their eyes.
"Please.. please grandma, give me another option. I will accept any other demand, I will do anything. Don't take him.. don't take him away from me." Abigail whimpered going down on her kneels in front of her grandmother.Mrs Weston stood up a look of anger on her face, "This, this is the reason why I have to separate you from that boy!!" She growled pointing her finger at Abigail in disdain."For the first time Abigail, you bowed to my will.. at what cost, for that man! He is a nobody, but because of him you are okay with loosing the company you worked so hard for. HE IS YOUR WEAKNESS!!" She screamed at the top of her voice. Mrs Weston sat down back calming herself down, "I won’t permit any sign of weakness in your life. Never." Abigail lips quavered, how could she give up Marcel? The one man who finally showed her what it meant to be in-love, he was the happiness she had come to grow fond of. "Grandmother, I have never begged you for anything before. I have never done that, so ple
"Abigail... why? Why??" Marcel stammered staring at her in unbelief, Abigail looked away afraid if she had stared into his eyes once more, she would cave in to her desires."Is either you or my company, and I choose my company Marcel." Abigail spoke softly, her heart wrenching. Marcel let's out a dry chuckle, "What about your happiness huh? It's not either me or the company Abigail, it's either you or that company.""The company is my goddamn happiness!!" Abigail screamed. On realizing herself she stared at the kids room door, thankfully none of them stepped out."You sure don't know yourself, not even one bit." He shakes his head disappointedly."And you know me??" Abigail laughed acting a bit crazy. She stared at him right in the eye, her finger stabbing his chest repeatedly then said, "You think you know me, you think you are my happiness??" She huffed."I never said I was. But you can't agree with me more that you were the most happiest in your life with me." "Shut the fuck up