Bolaji hugged his wife Sarah from behind.
"Thank you… thank you," he whispered softly.
He gently turned her around to face him, looking into her eyes with sincerity.
"Thank you for giving us a chance again. I promise I won't take it for granted."
Sarah smiled faintly.
"I've missed you."
Bolaji brushed her cheek with his hand.
"I've missed you more."
He leaned closer. "Let me join you, baby," he said as he rolled up his sleeves, eager to help in the kitchen.
Sarah laughed and shook her head.
"Oh no, baby… go to the bathroom, have a shower, and then come. Let's have dinner together."
Bolaji tried to insist, but when he saw that Sarah wasn't going to agree, he stopped and went for his shower.
Like a child handed a piece of chocolate, he couldn't stop smiling. Later, he joined her at the dining table. They ate together, and throughout the meal Bolaji couldn't stop staring at her. Sarah began to feel shy, like a newlywed bride all over again.
Sarah's holiday at home turned into a season of healing, love, and rediscovery. Every day, Bolaji tried to make her feel cherished. He insisted on helping in the kitchen, even though his clumsy attempts always made Sarah laugh. Some evenings, they sat on the balcony, talking about their past mistakes and dreaming about the future.
Bolaji became gentle in ways Sarah never imagined. He noticed the little things — her favorite drink, her love for evening walks, and the way she smiled when he teased her. Slowly, Sarah's heart began to soften. She realized he was no longer the impatient man who once caged her dreams.
One night, after dinner, he held her hand and whispered,
"Sarah, I know I can never erase the past, but every day, I promise to write a better story with you."
Tears filled Sarah's eyes. For the first time, she believed him completely.
Two weeks after her stay with Bolaji, they both decided to visit their families.
Bolaji's parents were overjoyed to see them back together. They prayed and showered the couple with blessings. Sarah's parents were equally glad, and her siblings were so happy to see their sister laugh again.
As Sarah's resumption day drew near, she began to feel different. She was often tired, with unusual cravings. Concerned, Bolaji insisted they visit the hospital.
The doctor returned with a wide smile.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Sarah. You are pregnant."
Sarah's jaw dropped. She turned to Bolaji, wide-eyed, but before she could speak, he pulled her into a tight embrace, laughing and crying at the same time.
"Sarah… we are going to be parents," he whispered, his voice shaking.
They decided to keep the news to themselves, at least for the meantime. The joy between them grew, and they became the happiest couple once again.
A day before Sarah was to resume school, she told her husband:
"Since the school is not really far from here, I won't stay in the hostel again. I'll be going from home."
Bolaji's face lit up. He could barely contain his joy.
"Are you sure you want that?"
Sarah nodded.
"Yes, baby. I'm very sure. I don't want to separate from you again."
Bolaji kissed her hand.
"Thank you, my queen."
A few weeks later, he bought her a car and enrolled her in a driving school. Sarah was deeply grateful, and soon she became perfect behind the wheel, making it easier for her to go to school from home.
As her belly grew bigger, they finally shared the news with both families. Their parents prayed for them and rejoiced at the blessing. Bolaji was so caring that he barely allowed Sarah to lift a finger. He even hired a professional maid who resumed every morning and left in the evening.
At six months, a scan revealed she was carrying triplets. Their joy tripled instantly.
When the day came, Sarah delivered safely. The entire household was filled with songs, laughter, and prayers. Three healthy baby boys cried in her arms, and everyone's eyes glistened with joy.
Bolaji knelt by her bedside, kissed her forehead, and whispered,
"You are my angel, Sarah. Thank you for giving me the greatest gift of all. I will love you… always."