DAY 4- ELSIE – SHORT STORY…

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(Love’s Perfect Gift)

This pain is excruciating. I think she is about to blow up. I don’t know how but somehow, I feel her pain, intensely painful. I have never seen her like this before, with so much discomfort. Like some sort of affliction. Now I think am on some sort of Twingle mode. What have I done? To her? She stands in difficulty, agony written all over her looks. Utterly irritated by almost everything. Everything!!! I am here watching her fade away in paroxysm. She couldn’t even keep her eyes open, the torture seems to be written all over her face.

Then she smiles…no, that can’t be. I saw a smile now. Did I? Am I hallucinating?  Where did that smile go? That smile that keeps me going. If I can see more of that then my burn might just fade away. Please come back.

It doesn’t seem like that smile is coming back anytime soon. All my fault right? This must have come to be when I hit her hard out of so much burning passion. I can remember. But she seems fine afterwards, we so much smile and satisfaction immediately I planted a kiss on her forehead, slowly finding my way into her panties yet again and then she let out this moan. Moan of pain and pleasure…

Then how did this happen?


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I move my gaze back at her. She holds her head with both hands, slowly moving both hands to her back then back to her head again. She could use the help of Goddess Durga’s (The mother goddess) nature right now. Since I can’t move close to her to hold her without her letting out a horrible scream, Eight to ten hands wouldn’t be a bad idea.

I don’t know how to tell her this sting, soreness, burn, agony, pain, ache, cramp, or whatever adjective fits in will go away. I am not even sure it will. What do I say to her? I feel her constant screams at me cut put my tongue somehow. I can’t feel my tongue. At this point, I am sure I will pass away the moment she does. All because of my insatiable pleasure….our insatiable pleasure.

She lets out another scream. Thunderous I think or maybe my imaginations and feelings interpretation. She manages to sit down but stands up abruptly. Now it seems like she’s dancing. Dancing? Am I seeing things? I think I am the one suffering? How can she be dancing? I blink severally. Then she stops again, smiles, rubs her tummy and screams out again.

Is my wife running mad? I caused this, I did this to her. Must the way forward be this way? All I wanted is to have my wife to myself, just for me and make her happy.  I walked towards her, ‘I am sorry’ yeaaaa, I didn’t lose my tongue after all, right? The words came out.

But the look on her face, she gave me one hell of a stare. Then she moves away, walking back and forth. She doesn’t want to stop, I can’t stop her. It’s a miracle she is walking.

Finally, she is taken away. I went down on my knees to pray to God. The words weren’t coming but someone once said He listens to our heart.  Minutes passed. But who cares? I was shaking, eyes bloodshot, I sat down….SPEECHLESS and fearful with a little hope.  I could feel my blood rushing in disarray. Have I killed my wife? What have I done?

Just then, I saw a figure walking towards me, I cared less. Too fearful to raise my head. The figure came close, touched my shoulder.

‘Happy Valentine, you have a baby valentine. Your wife just gave birth to a baby boy’

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I looked up to see the doctor’s face. The strength came from the joy I felt. I hugged this man like I never did any man. The doctor was embarrassed. I wasn’t ready to let go. That hug was a once in a life time hug. I finally let him go and dashed in to see the love of my life and the valentine gift she had for me.

Just then I thought ‘Thank God there was no law enforcement agent around the hospital premises. 14yrs in prison might have been in view with that kind of hug. Cos I saw the look on the doctor’s face’

But then, WHO CARESZ? It VALENTINE!

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Lao Tzu
 
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
Oscar Wilde
 
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
Mother Teresa
 
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.
Max Muller
 
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DARLING SWEETHEART TOPE OLOFIN (@toperants) THE NUMBER ONE RANTER God bless you dear. May He keep you safe always and bless you beyond your imagination. I love you.
toperants
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5 comments

  1. Awwwwwwww. This is really nice.my father was in his shoes 21years ago. My mom dint v pains sha. Elsie def writes d best stories in this series -_-

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