He checked his dashboard. This would be his last trip before he would head home. He caught a glimpse of the couple making out in the back from the rear view. His heart melted a little. He missed her so badly, he felt like crying. She would be fast asleep by the time he got back home. He dropped off his riders and made his way back to town. The streets of Lagos were eerily silent and the purring sound of his engine grated on his nerves. He wound down the car windows. He felt the cool breeze of the night on his forehead while his facial hair was merely tickled by the wind. His jaw was covered with facial hair. He also had a moustache and side burns. He was the poster boy for the beard gang. He tugged at his beard and grimaced. He would be home in a bit.
As he took the bend in front of him, he did not see the figure lying in the middle of the road. The form suddenly straightened, forcing him to apply his brakes. He saw one or two figures emerge from nowhere. With surprising quickness, he reversed out of the bend and went back the way he came. His heart pounding louder than the sound of his engines. He revved the engine, constantly checking to see if he was being pursued. After going round in circles to avoid leading them to his house, he finally decided to find his way home. He parked a bit further from the house, and settled for a jog from the car to their apartment. He let himself in quietly taking more time than was necessary to lock-up.
The house was silent, as always. Even the chatty twins could not defy mother nature. He steadied his shaking hand as he opened the door to their bedroom. His relief at the darkness was turned to alarm as he heard some sobs. He put on the light and saw her lying on her back with her feet touching the floor. Her palms covered her eyes and she was crying. She tried to get up as soon as she noticed him. Her eyes were bloody and her face was swollen. She sat on the edge of the bed and supported her self with her hands. She looked at him expectantly. He said nothing.
She cocked her head to the side. “Are you okay? You are breathing heavily?” He quickly hid his still trembling hands behind his back. “I am fine. Why are you not sleeping?” He looked at her stomach. “You good?” She looked away from hum. “Why do you care? When last did you have a conversation with me? When?” She took a deep breath and plumped her pillow with her fist. “I am fine. I was worried about you. This is later than normal. It is almost 4.00a.m. in the morning.” She lay on her back and was asleep instantly. He heaved a sigh of relief. He would not be so lucky tomorrow. This conversation had merely been postponed. He had to pick Monica up for a 9.00am meeting. He dragged himself into the shower before he turned in for the night. He chuckled at the thought since it was after 4.00a.m. already.