Later, when they finished doing their deed, they got off each other. The time was three o'clock. Daddy Dami knew he had to go back to his room to his wife and daughter.

He kissed her affectionately and told her he had to go back to his room, as it was getting late. She nodded, hugged him, and he left.

Even as he got into bed, he couldn't deny though, he felt immensely good. He was sexually satisfied, in such a way that his wife had never been able to provide to him.

Nobody could do him like Tiwa.

He looked over at his wife and Dami. They were both still sleeping. He rested his head on the pillow, a smile plastered on his face as he drifted back to sleep.

For some reason, his wife had woken up early today. It was around seven-thirty when he heard her pacing about in the room.

He felt a moment of panic as he wondered if she knew what he did earlier...with Tiwa. But then he let himself be at ease. There was no way she could have known.

He decided he couldn't sleep anymore, and he knew his wife couldn't possibly know about himself and Tiwa, so he decided to open his eyes.

She was coming out of the bathroom. Her face was freshly washed, her cheeks bulged, he had to admit; pregnancy suited her. She glowed.

"Good morning, Daddy Dami," she greeted him.

"Good morning Mummy Dami."

She chuckled, looking even more beautiful. "Thank God you're awake, cause I wanted to go to the living room and I didn't want to leave you two here alone without locking the door."

"Why do you need to lock the door?"

"To keep you guys safe na. With..." she lowered her voice, "...everything that is going on, one cannot be too careful oh."

He chuckled. "Hm, okay. Let's go then. But Dami..."

"I'll lock her inside."

He was skeptical for a moment, then he decided to let her have her way.

He went into the bathroom, eased himself, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. And then he came outside, and his daughter had woken up.

"Oh shit. We woke her up," he said.

His wife was patting her diaper, hoping she would go back to sleep, but her efforts showed no sign of working. "We did. And, language."

"Sorry," he said.

"I guess we'd have to take her along with us," he said.

They heard some voices.

"People have woken up," she said.

They dragged themselves lazily out of the room and made sure to lock the door. In the hallway, they saw Titi, moping the floor.

"Good morning Sir and Ma," she greeted. She seemed flustered.

"Morning," they both said at once. Bisola was trying to drag their daughter to the living room, who was currently fixated at a spot, rubbing her eyes with her fist. She would have carried her, but she was heavily pregnant.

"Let's go oh. You're the one that woke up by yourself," her mother said.

Kola laughed. "Don't shout at my daughter oh, oya bring her." Dami walked towards him, and he carried her.

In the living room, Tamilore, Dipo, Itunu and aunty Ariyo were sat dispersedly on the sofas.

"Good morning guys," Kola greeted them, somewhat cheerily. Unknown to them, Kola was still reeling of excitement because of what happened earlier.

"Good morning, Daddy Dami," they greeted back.

"What are we going to eat today?" Bisola asked.

Itunu laughed.

"You're laughing at me abi?" Bisola said, but she was smiling.

"Titi! I'm so hungry."

It was understandable, she was seven months pregnant. Titi dropped her mop and ran to answer her.

"Go and rinse rice for all of us. Shebi there's still stew?"

"Yes Ma." Titi nodded and left.

Just then, Tiwa came out from within the hallway. She walked elegantly, came to sit across Kola, beside Bisola.

Kola drew in a sharp breath, trying desperately to will himself to not look at her.

Now, she was wearing a free dress. It had different colours; white, pink, yellow, cream. The white was the main colour But when he looked at it, all he saw was her lingerie.

He swallowed.

Bisola stood up, "Let me go and see what that girl is doing."

She came back a few moments later. She was scrunching up her nose.

"What's wrong?" Kola asked her.

"The smell of the starch in the rice...I can't."

"Sorry," everybody chorused. They all treated her like an egg, and rightly so. Despite how pregnant she was, she was still the mummy of the house.

"Tiwa, go and join Titi in the kitchen," Bisola said.

Tiwa didn't even argue. She just stood up and did as she was told.

Thirty minutes later, the food was ready. Everybody was surprised when Tiwa started coming to the living room with plates of food. Bisola wondered what put her in such a good mood that she was willing to do chores without being forced.

Then everybody started eating. Clinking of cutlery against ceramic plates echoed throughout the living room.

"I want bread," Bisola suddenly said.

"Huh?" Her husband asked. He was feeding Dami. "Bread?"

"Yes. I want bread. I really want bread. It's bread I want to eat."

"But...Bisola. There's no bread at home and there's no way we can get bread..."

"But I really want bread," Bisola said. "I don't want to eat anything else." She was close to tears.

Kola exhaled sharply. "Dipo, can you maybe tell one of your employees to buy bread and bring it, and then we'll collect it at the gate? Since we can't go outside."

Dipo eyed him, "Hell no. What?" He said 'what?' In a sharp whisper. "Do you know what you're saying?"

"Uncle Dipo now..." Bisola started, but he cut her off.

"No, Mummy Dami. No. Do you know what his suggestion could cause? Bad publicity, that's what. You want this story to spread? Do you know how it'd look?"

He had a point. Everybody shut up after that.

"Do you want yam instead?" Kola asked his wife.

She raised her shoulder, signifying a 'no'. "Cereal."

Beside her, Itunu saw her phone light up. It was a text message.

"Itunu tell Titi to bring my food"

From her aunt Modupe.

She got up, went to Titi, and passed the message to her.

* * *

It was afternoon, around two o'clock. Only Bisola, her husband, her daughter and Itunu were in the living room.

"I'm hungry oh," Bisola suddenly said.

"Ahan, but we just ate not too long ago," Itunu laughed.

"Say that to someone that is not carrying a baby inside them," she shot back playfully.

Itunu laughed again. "Ehen, Mummy Dami. Is it a boy or a girl?"

"A boy," she said proudly. Itunu smiled.

Few minutes later, Tamilore emerged from within the hallway.

"Ehen," Bisola began when she saw her sister, "Mama Hameed, what are we eating..." she was cut off by the deadly glare Tamilore shot her.

Her mouth fell open. She was surprised at her sister's facial expression.

Then Tamilore's eyes pooled with tears.

"You just called me Mama Hameed."

Bisola bit her lip. She realised what she had done wrong. "I..."

"As if to spite me." She continued, "Ever since my son disappeared on the night of his naming ceremony, nobody has called me Mama Hameed. So why did you just say it? To spite me, right?"

And then she cracked a smile, her eyes closed. "That's okay. It's not your fault."

She turned on her heel and went back into the hallway, into her room.

* * *

Night had descended upon the earth. The whole house was silent as everybody had gone to sleep.

Except one person.

He was in his room when he felt sharp, stinging pains all over his body, causing him to wake up abruptly. He jumped up, hitting his head on the backrest in the process.

He fell on the floor, but luckily for him, there was a rug spread over the ground so he didn't feel hurt any further.

He removed his trousers and underwear in one move. He stared at his thighs. Then he gasped.

The skin on his inner thighs had peeled completely off. The first layer had decayed completely, and white flesh mixed with blood, bacteria and goo remained. The sight was disgusting. His body was rottening.

He sighed, then whimpered in pain. He was suffering and he couldn't dare tell anybody about it.