Re: Wife is having Lover’s Child

Before we left the hospital Carol insisted that I carry Abi to the car. “She’s our baby!” she told me, “Onye’s, mine and yours and don’t let anybody tell us any different. And you, as my much loved Husband, have every right to tell anybody that she is your daughter.”

It was clear to me what my wife was doing, which was pretty much as she has been doing since she took Onye as her lover; that was to keep me included; and to bring it all home to me that she loved me no matter what. The fierceness in the way she said it conveyed to me that she was feeling insecure about me, despite my assurances that I will remain a loving and faithful husband to her and a good father to Abi.

I stood shocked at first; because she had said it all in front of the nurses and other Mothers and you could have heard a pin drop in the ward; as we walked out there wasn’t a single person who didn’t watch us leave. There were glances between some mothers and nurses (some understanding and some cynical and condemning), but we didn’t care. I just picked Abi up in her shawl and carried my beautiful daughter out of the hospital.

As Carol walked behind me I turned to her and told her just what she wanted to hear. “I’m not going anywhere Carol,” I said, “and I am most certainly not leaving this little darling for anything. So put that silly thought right out of your head.”

“Thank you!” was her reply, but I could hear the tremendous relief behind the words.

After we brought her home, we settled into a routine that included Carol feeding Abi from her breasts and me doing almost all of the other chores, which is pretty much as it would be normally.
Carol was advised that she need not start taking the pill again until she starts another period which could be at any time after she cuts down on the supply from her breasts, which I know is important to her as she wishes to resume ‘relations’ with Onye as soon as possible. Additionally, I could tell that she was dying to show little Abi off to Onye.

My suggestion that she might want to limit her activities elicited a wry but amused smile. “When I’m in there with Onye,” she said pointing to the bedroom door, “You’re in charge. Get it?”

I guess I know the way it’s going to be from now on.

Onye came back from the football tournament a week after bring the baby home. In my next post I shall tell you how that went.