DESIRE
The doctor perched his spectacles on his nose and opened the result. As he glanced through, I held on to Jennifer's hand in anxiousness. A major part of me wanted the test to be positive but a tiny, really tiny part wished for it to be negative. I don't think I'm ready yet.
"Congratulations, Mrs Johnson. You're six weeks pregnant," the man announced with a smile on his face and an inaudible gasp escaped me.
A billion emotions rushed through me but overall is happiness. I'm going to have another baby. Despite everything that's happened these past weeks, this seemed like a sign. A sign of new beginnings.
"I can't believe you're pregnant." Jennifer said as we left the gynaecologist office. "Omo that your husband na sharp shooter o," she laughed and I chuckled.
"Anytime I see Akin
