My husband said the strangest things, I laid down that night thinking about what “you are the death of me” meant . Well, maybe he meant I am the only one that had the ability to hurt him and that felt good..
We went to Paris for our honey moon and I was sure I would get pregnant there because I packed nighties that my friend called “pregnancy nighties” it was me and Leo for two weeks, We did everything we could and visited everywhere possible, I made sure we locked our names in “Pont de l’Archevêché ” bridge and took a ton of pictures. You cannot start imagining the things we did together in the bedroom.. Damn!!! Leo has 24 fingers because he touched me in a million places at once..
One time we went to “The Louvre” museum, we were over 60 people walking around with the tour guide, Leo signaled for me to follow him and we went behind a big sculpture . He grabbed me by my waist and drew me closer to him , making me feel the mould that had formed between his legs, this made me want to feel it and do unthinkable things to it but we didn’t have much time. After a few seconds of kissing, Leo turned me around and I touched my toes, he lifted my skirt up and tilted my pants to one corner then he slid his D into me and he went in an out of me rubbing my back in the process. I’ll be lying if I say I wasn’t scared we were going to be caught , I was grinding him too so we could orgasm quickly and at the same time.. Before long, I heard a familiar moan, then his strokes got faster and deeper. He drew me close to him until his D got lost in me and I felt all the liquid dripping out of me. That was the day I got pregnant, I’m sure.
Leo was such a patient person, my pregnancy stressed him out and he never complained.. Being pregnant made me so hungry and choosy, made me super horny too. So Leo would be either cooking for me or pleasing me sexually. I remember one time I needed fish pepper soup at midnight , we didn’t have fish at home, Leo had to go out and look for it. By the time he came back , I had fried pear and eaten it.. When I told him I wasn’t hungry anymore.. He just kissed me and put it in the fridge.. Leo listened to my rants, took note of everything I complained about or said I needed. He lived his life for me, he lived to please me and I didn’t know what I had done to deserve love so pure.
Laura, my mum and a few friends decided to do a baby shower for me, Leo couldn’t attend , he had something serious to do at work.. I was eating a slice of cake when I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, I ignored it and continued , I felt another one and I screamed. My mum rushed to me and I explained how I was feeling.. She asked Laura to pack the baby things and we ran outside got into the car and drove to the hospital. While in the hospital I told Laura to call Leo, the doctor said the baby was coming out but I wasn’t due till a month later.. My mum said it was normal. Leo and I had agreed we would give birth together so I didn’t want to start pushing until he got there. I was in serious pains and the doctors were telling me to push, saying something about me choking the child if I don’t.. I wanted my husband to be with me while I give birth..
Everybody around me was begging me to push , Leo was on his way to the hospital, I was the one in pains, why couldn’t they understand? I just laid there praying for everything to go the way I had imagined it in my head. Giving birth to our boy, Leo kissing my forehead and both of us holding the baby with smiles on our faces.. The thought of it made the pain reduce and I decided to zone out.. I heard my mum scream and this made me come back to reality, she had just received a call and she started crying. “What is the problem?” I asked her .. “Dee, pls push now, Leo can’t make it, he got caught up with something” she said in between sobs “got caught up with something? What thing? ” I asked, I didn’t understand.
” mum, I have been waiting for him for almost 2 hours and you say he got caught up with something?” “Mum , talk to me” I kept asking but she kept crying.. “Ma, you will kill your baby, if you keep struggling to push him in” the doctor said.. I decided to push the baby out, my mum held my hands, a nurse was rubbing my tummy and the doctor was trying to bring the baby out..
“Doctor, why is the baby not crying?” my mum screamed as the baby came out, leaving my side to hold the baby. Immediately she held the baby, she fell down on the ground and started crying.. I knew i had lost my baby..
I woke up with Laura’s face close to mine like she wanted to kiss me.. I could see tears dropping from her eyes.. ” where is Leo” was the first question I asked.. I wanted to see my husband, I wanted to tell him I’m sorry , I wanted to kiss him and hear him say it will be fine. “Dee, Leo had an accident on his way to the hospital yesterday, he was rushed to the hospital but he didn’t make it” Laura said holding my hands with so much strength.. I sprung up from the bed, I couldn’t believe my ears.. I wanted to wake up. My husband!!! Dead? Unbelievable. What was I going to do with my life?
I couldn’t concentrate during the funeral, I looked at everyone trying to console me and I was sure they didn’t understand what I felt. This man met me at the stage where I needed to be loved and loved every bit of me , he showed me love in its purest form, he loved my soul and made it sparkle white. He made me fall in love with him all at once.. This man was my life , he was the reason for my glow, for the beautiful smiles on my lips.. He was my everything . I couldn’t stop blaming myself, I would have just given birth without him, I didn’t need to call him. Now, I killed my baby and i killed my husband.. I was his cypress ” His pain, his despair, his sorrow… The Death of him” The End
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