My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

"Dad I keep telling you I didn't see any of their faces. We were in the car they were far from us and they started shooting. When a gun is pointed anywhere close to you the last thing on your mind will be how to recognize the shooter, I assure you." I said for the twentieth time during the meeting between me and my father and the police commissioner.

"I need those criminals apprehended as soon as possible." My dad said calmly, a complete opposite of what I knew he was feeling.

The commissioner nodded at him and looked at me like he was trying to unravels something, I quacked my brow challengingly, he should be able to do his job without giving suspicious looks to victims."So do you know of anyone who would want you dead?"

"If I did I would have said so don't you Think. Maybe you haven't noticed but my life is kind of important to me." I faked a smile. "Dad please I'll be leaving." He nodded obviously not having a problem with it. I assumed he wanted to have a Private discussion with the commissioner.

I now had two army escorts, something that I had always detested but with what happened I don't blame my dad for insisting.

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"You're awake." I said stepping into the ward Kuku was admitted into. He looked drowsy, the anaesthetic really took it's toll on him. I smiled as I walked further into the room and held his hands.

"Here is definitely my heaven. You know God was calling me, Chukwuma come but then when I looked at heaven and didn't see you I had to turn around. Because anywhere you are Is heaven to me love.".

I threw my head back laughing vigorously at his cheesiness. It was not just the words he spoke but how serious he looked saying it. He chuckled too. But here's a littles secret, although I laughed at his words they touched my soul and had I been white I would have been red all over now. Like you know the red in traffic light.

" I see you have become cheesier but you were in no way close to death." I stated earning a frown from him.

"Really. I didn't see your face for more than a day and that is a death sentence."

I stood up to leave. My heart couldn't take his sweet words anymore.

"What?" He chuckled, stopping me. He held my hands tight and beamed at me.

"You have decided to be cheesy so let me bring a nurse in and you can be cheesy all you want with her." I answered looking back.

"Why are you upset?" He asker c.o.c.king his brows his eyes not leaving mine. He was studying every movement I made trying to analyze me.

"I'm not upset." I hissed.

"Nah. You are. I can see it and I Don't know why you are. Is it because of what I said or because of the effect it had on you." He paused. "Or is it because you are confused. Am I confusing you. Am I making your heart fight with your mind. Making you have to choose between what you want and what you deserve?"

"Where are all this questions coming from?" I asked in an attempt to mask my beating heart and wobbling knees. I was putting on a straight face but I knew that inside me, I was feeling anything other than straight. My heart kept pounding against my c.h.e.s.t.

"No where. You can leave." He smirked. He quacked his right brows and patted a space beside his bed. "Or you can stay and listen to my cheesiness all day long. Without having to think or worry. Just laugh and feel your heart beat. One day of nothing but fairy tales won't hurt. Would it?

I rolled my eyes and laughed. "No it won't I believe." I smirked. Then I did as he had suggested. I sat and listened to his cheesiness all day long and then I slept in his arms at night.

We didn't exactly cuddle but my head rested on his c.h.e.s.t and there was not a pillow better in the entire world. And that was how we stayed most of the days till he recovered and was back to work.

You know it was then I started to like how chubby he was.