Her Baby’s Secret

Arike’s POV

We woke up as early as six to prepare ourselves for the planned visit to the fashion home to try out the wedding outfits. Busayomi as the bride, Iteoluwa as the little bride and I, the best lady with some other ladies that belonged to the bridal train. After that we would all head down to the dance center to rehearse for the couple entrance show. Everything was planned out by the event planner.

“Mommy…” Iteoluwa called.

“Come on, it is bad to talk while eating.” I cautioned her.

“I am sorry, mommy.” She mumbled before getting back to eat her food.

“It’s alright… open your mouth.” She did as instructed and I scooped golden morn into her mouth.

“Are we ready?” Busayomi walked in.

“Almost ready…”

“Wait will that cereal be enough for her? We will be out for too long o and might not return until night time.” Busayomi said.

“Don’t worry, I already packed food into a bag for her.” I showed her the bag on the table.

“Oh! That’s good.” She said.

I spooned the last portion of cereal into Iteoluwa’s mouth before letting her slide off my laps.

“Yes! We are ready!” She said in excitement.

“Wow! You are so pretty.. baby.” Busayomi pinches her cheeks gently.

“Thank you.” She pouted.

I went ahead to the kitchen to wash the cup in the sink before coming back to the living room where I didn’t see Iteoluwa again.

“Iteoluwa…” I called out to her.

“She went to get her teddy bear.” Busayomi replied.

“No.. not again.” I went after her.

I bumped into her coming out of the room and she quickly hid the teddy Busayomi bought for her behind her back.

“I said you should not take any teddy out today.”

“Why? I just -”

I interrupted her. “We have a lot to do today and you won’t have the time to play with your teddy.

“But I promised to let her see my dress.” She said in a low tone.

Teddies don’t talk so why does she think they can hear her and see what she wanted them to see. She treated her toys like humans and they are like her best friends.

“Mommy please….” Her eyes pleaded.

Oh no don’t give me that face, I won’t be able to resist her.

“Please…” She pleaded at the verge of crying.

“Okay.. okay..”

“The driver is here!” Busayomi screamed from the living room.

“Let’s go.” I carried Iteoluwa in my arms to meet Busayomi.

“Thank you mommy.. for letting me take my teddy.” She flashed me a smile.

“The event planner just called now, she is at the fashion home.” Busayomi informed me as we all moved out of the house.

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We arrived at the fashion home owned by Mr Paul’s elder sister. She had offered to take on the expenses of the bridal dresses as well as being the designer for the little bride and bridesmaids. Busayomi has given me the full gist about Mrs Chidinma, how she had been cold towards her at first meeting. Mr Paul had his own history too. He had been married once but his wife cheating on him took a big tow on his health. He was depressed for a few months before he could move on and be his normal self again.

Long story short, Mrs Chidinma thought Busayomi would turn out like Mr Paul’s ex wife but after spending some time with Busayomi she realized that she was totally different from the other woman. She was impressed by Busayomi true love for Mr Paul which made her promise to take on the expenses for the dresses.

“Omolade!” Busayomi called out at a lady who was holding a boy of about Iteoluwa’s age.

“Oh Good Morning, we have been expecting you now.” Omolade said.

“There was traffic… please meet my sister, Arike and her daughter Iteoluwa.” Busayomi introduced her to me.

“Oh.. I am Mrs Omolade Kokomo and this is my son, Jeffrey. I shouldn’t have brought him but his nanny is not well.” She explained to Busayomi.

“Nice to meet you.” I said.

“Your daughter is pretty..” she complimented.

“Thank you Ma.” Iteoluwa answered.

“Please Omolade, are the ladies ready?” Busayomi asked.

“Yes.. they have all tried their dresses and it fits them perfectly.” Omolade replied.

“I can’t see… Temitope now..” Busayomi said.

The ladies around greeted her while I paid attention to Iteoluwa who whispered into my eyes.

“Is this boy four years old like me?” She whispered.

“I think so..” I mouthed.

“Why doesn’t he have like Martins hair?” She asked again.

“Because.. he is a Nigerian, Martins is a white child.” I answered.

“Oh….” she shook her head. “But why is he trying to hide his face?”

“I guess.. Jeffrey is a shy boy.” I whispered.

“Oh! Just like… Roberto.” She said.

I shook my head. “Roberto doesn’t like being friends with anyone.” Iteoluwa said without whispering.

“That’s because he is a shy boy.”

“You are right.. mommy.. I really miss the children at our home.” She sighed.

“Why? Do you want to go back already?” I asked.

“No.. I want to stay.. and -” she was interrupted by Omolade who announced that it was time for us to try out our clothes.

Two attendants helped me and Busayomi into the changing room and handed us our dresses. One of them offered to help Iteoluwa with her dress and I thanked her.

“How is it?” Busayomi asked when I came out of the cubicle.

She was so beautiful in her wedding dress and it almost brought tears to my eyes. She was finally getting married, it was a dream come true for Busayomi.

“It’s beautiful.” I smiled.

“Don’t you think it is too revealing?” She pointed to her cleavage.

“I think it is fine.. come on you are the bride! You have to look…. what’s the word?” Omolade thought.

“Stunning!” Iteoluwa screamed.

“Oh that’s right! You are such a bright child!” Omolade gave Iteoluwa a high five.

“Elena looked bright and stunning on her wedding day.” Iteoluwa talked about one of her story books, Princess Elena.

That was where she got the word stunning from, she never ceased to amaze me.

“Okay.. if you say it is fine like.. but do you think Paul will like the dress? Doesn’t it make me look too big? Or too tight? Won’t they say the paparazzi on the dress is too much?” Busayomi blabbed.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“You worry too much about just a dress!” Omolade exclaimed.

“Yes she is right, to be honest the dress fits you perfectly.” I said.

“Yes godmother! You’re so pretty!” Iteoluwa stood beside Busayomi in her own white dress.

“So what do you think?” Busayomi asked her.

“I think… we.. make a perfect brides! Just like the Simpson sisters!” She giggled.

Busayomi gave me a who-are-the-Simpson-sisters look. I couldn’t help but smile at her.

“Oh what can I do with this child? She knows too much.” Busayomi pinched her cheeks.

“Mom.. you should stand with us too.” She dragged me to her side.

“Wow!!! A bride, little bride and best lady!” She clapped. “But…. what about the grooms?” She asked.

Busayomi rolled her eyes. “Temitope ought to be here by now to check out her son’s suit.” She hissed.

“Relax, maybe she is stuck in traffic…” I said.

“Alright.. is your dress okay?” She asked.

“I think it is too tight..” I tried to raise my arms up but failed at it.

“I am sorry about that, we will make adjustments.” One of the attendants said.