YOLANDA'S POV
The call must have been a bad one... Ovie is here playing with me, teasing even but.... His shoulder slacks, his eyes hollow and darker than ever. His breathe hitch every time he is not occupying himself with me. It is probably work or his friend or another part of his life I am unaware of.
His accident was a mind blowing revelation. I cannot imagine waking up 4 years behind my mates.... I will die of sadness. But I am grateful he is here, super grateful he even found a friend to relax with. He is slipping away again.
I finish my meal,clean up, take a drink and sit on his laps. I grab a gum on the kitchen top.
"Babe, So, No one calls you Ovie?" I ask remembering him saying He is Oziegbe to the person not Ovie.
"Babe?Babe?" Its so easy to please him I can't help but smile
