Uti

"What did you tell him?" King asked me.

The case had been adjourned to Friday, a day before Tomiwa's wedding. I didn't have a dress ready for the occasion. My mind was too busy, working overdrive to process everything that happened in court.

How dare the bastard deny it? How could he swear on the Bible and proceed to lie?

I closed my eyes and tried to take deep breaths. The arm around my waist tightened and I looked into King's eyes. We had been in bed all day, away from his nosey but caring friends. Their worry and care was beginning to suffocate me. Tomiwa worried too much about my mental health. Uche and Cynthia talked too much about stressing the baby. Umar was trying to convince me to rest. Faith and Junior agreed with him. But how?

How could I rest?

King teased my lips open and his tongue thrust inside. I moaned into his lips, parting my legs open as he knelt between them. He was the major pillar in my life. With him here, I knew things would be okay. And if they were not, I would be okay as long as I had him.

King fisted my gown to my mid-thighs. In Esther's absence, we could make love at any time and place without fear of her barging in. The thought of her made me pull away from the kiss. King's lips brushed mine and he frowned.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. Just thinking about Esther."

"She's fine," he answered as he took off his shirt. I drooled at the sight of his abs. It was so easy for him to look good, to be sexy even when worried. The gym at home helped him to keep in shape but it was unfair. I was the one carrying his-our baby, my body would change and here he was looking like a million naira. Simply unfair. His mouth came over mine in a brief kiss. "You didn't answer me."

His shorts came off, followed by his boxers. Shy, I looked away. Only King would walk around naked with a gigantic penis like that. I swallowed hard when he joined me on the bed. Taking my hand, he wrapped it around his pulsing erection so I could stroke him.

"Baby mama," he said in a soft voice. "What did you tell Umoh?" I cupped his balls with my other hand and his head fell back. My tongue ran over my lips as I soaked in his beauty. He was all shades of masculine and he was all mine. King pried my arms off him and pulled off my shirt. "You don't want to tell me?"

"I..." My thoughts trailed off when his mouth covered a nipple through the skimpy singlet I was wearing. Shivers rushed down to my feet and my toes curled. He was doing things to me with his lips. His teeth grazed the surface of my nipple and my hips bucked. "King."

Pulling back for the briefest second, he bopped my nose. "Husband. Zaddy." I laughed and he laughed. "Or baby daddy." His mouth descended on my other nipple. I didn't wait for him to take off my panties, I pulled it down myself and he finished the work. His mouth lowered to the entrance of my femininity, he blew a warm breath over it and my legs vibrated. Moisture trickled down my inner thighs, his tongue teased my clit and he came back up to kiss me. "Uti."

My legs shook again in partial frustration. He was talking too much. I didn't want him to talk. I wanted him to make love to me. I made to take off the singlet but he refused.

"What did you tell Umoh?"

The moments after the court case played in my head in slow motion. As soon as the judge was out of the courtroom, chaos broke out. It was mostly from people screaming, "Murderer, baby killer," at Umoh. I secretly liked it so when our lawyer advised me to address them, I made up an excuse to leave.

Cupping King's face with one hand, I used the other to tug on my singlet. "Take it off." King painfully peeled the singlet off my body and chills raced up my spine. I was soaking wet. His fingertips danced below my nipples and I almost came from the sensation. My eyes returned to King's face. He was waiting. I would not get my desires if I didn't answer him. I whispered, "If you have any shred of goodness in your heart, you'll tell the truth. My baby will never return to life but he has a chance at getting justice. Tell the truth."

King's eyes softened. His finger slipped into my vagina and my inner muscles clenched around it. I wanted more. I pushed his hand deeper and he indulged me with another finger. For this alone, I prayed for God's blessings on him. My back connected with the headboard and his lips hovered close to mine.

"Do you think he will tell the truth?" His fingers pumped into me in quick, fast strokes that made me lose my train of thought. "Uti?"

"I don't know," I snapped.

King chuckled. Annoying human. He retracted his fingers and a sense of loss overwhelmed me. I groaned, trying to force his hand back to their birthright but he jerked out of my reach. He waved his soiled fingers in the air, slowly bringing it to my mouth. My lips opened, I sucked on them gingerly and he claimed my lips again before I could finish.

Our combined moans broke through the quiet. I stretched out my hand for his dick and he helped me. My insides throbbed, core clenched with needed. I needed him right now. I pushed myself up till we were both kneeling on the bed. Stroking him, kissing him, I wanted to do everything to him at once. King fell to the bed with me on top. My small breasts bounced as he fondled them and I paid him back by grinding on his dick.

"Uti," King whispered. His eyes closed and his arms lowered to my waist. He guided or tried to guide my movements as I began to bounce on him but I wasn't having it. On another bounce, his eyes jerked open. "Uti."

The rawness of his voice, the lust, desire and love fighting for dominance in his voice made me slow my roll for a minute. I gripped the headboard and screamed when he massaged my clit. Sweat dripped from my forehead, forming a small pool on his chest. My teeth sank into my lower lip and my movements became hasty, sloppy. King took over, thrusting into me until we both cried out in bliss. I collapsed on top of him, the small baby bump stopping us from a perfect hug.

"I love you," he said to my neck. I loved him, more than I had ever. His hand dropped to my butt, he squeezed and I grew wet all over. Pregnancy came with a lot of hormones and things I hadn't gotten a chance to explore but I couldn't resist making love to King each time. "I want to adopt Esther." I said nothing and his fingers moved up to my lower back. "I want to adopt Esther. She'll be Esther Daniels."

"Doesn't sound bad," I said against his chest and bit one of his man nipples. I had small breasts and same sized nipples but King's nipples were too tiny. Propping my jaw on his chest, I smiled at him. "I love the name."

"You don't mind?" I shook my head. Esther was not missing anything by dumping her father's name to take her stepfather's. His name would open doors for our daughter. But more importantly, King was a better man and father to her than Joseph ever got the chance to be. King's fingers scraped through my scalp and my eyes closed. "Thank you."

If anyone had a reason to be thankful, it was me. I was thankful for him and his friends. For his mother and stepfather. They raised a good man and he found the perfect tribe in his friends.

Lethargy took over me and another yawn escaped me. In a few minutes, I was snoring. When my eyes fluttered open again, it was late and I was no longer lying on King's chest. I panicked at the sight of an empty bed but my worry abated when King opened the door. He walked in with a tray but I was more interested in him, his half-nakedness.

King kissed me, then dropped the tray on the bed. Jumping on his laps to straddle him, I placed a kiss on his shoulder. He slapped my hand before it touched the covered plates and I smacked his head. His frown deepened and my tongue shot out to tease him. My finger made circles around his nipples till he gave up the fight and let me open the flasks.

The strong aroma assaulted my nostrils. I dropped the lid and opened the second one. Akara! I was clapping before I knew it. King was beside himself with laughter. He would not understand how it felt. This pregnancy was making me hungrier for akara and other things I used to hate. King picked the can of liquid milk and emptied almost half of it into the bowl of pap. Tears sprung to my eyes at the little amount of sugar he added for me.

"It's not good for your health," he explained.

I knew that but I still wanted more sugar. My lips opened for a protest but I was shut up by the spoonful of pap he pushed closer to my lips. The akara- pap combo was a slice of heaven and no one could have told me otherwise. I ate most of the food while King took bits to appease me. On a regular day, I would have appealed to him to take more but I didn't want to share all of it with him.

When the food was done, he cleared the bed and I followed behind him like a big baby to the kitchen. He did the dishes in silence.

"Do you want to help?" King asked.

Standing by the sink full of plates, one hand dipped in soapy water and the other on his waist, my baby daddy looked a sexy sight but I wasn't interested in helping him wash plates. I shook my head. King frowned and I stood up. His frown turned down in a smile as I closed the gap between us. Instead of helping, I smacked his firm ass. I loved his butt.

King cackled with laughter. I grinned too. A soapy finger appeared in front of my face, a bit too late for me to move. King attacked my nose, bathing me with lather from the sink. Evil man. His laughter this time didn't sound like music to my ears. It sounded evil, like that of a dying witch.

"Look at your face," he said, eyes tearing up from laughing too much. "Baby mama."

I stomped my feet and crossed my arms under my breasts. "Shut up. It's not funny."

Moving closer to me, he wiped the drying lather on my face. "Oya, sorry." I tried so hard to maintain the frown but King was bent on making me laugh. He made a face. "Smile."

And the laughter burst free. I loved this man.

"Stupid goat," I told him.

"Your stupid goat," he answered. He cleaned the sink and dried the plates while I watched. Turning to face me, he leaned on the counter and I braved myself for what next. "If I'm a stupid goat and you love me, does that mean you're also a stupid goat?" He tapped a finger to his temple. "Think, Uti. Think about it."

Again, I shook my head because he was an absolute idiot and I was one too for loving the hell out of him. I stretched my hand to him and we padded to our room. My heart longed for Esther but I appreciated the time with him. Once Emma was born, we wouldn't have much couples time till they were older.

"Do you want to go out?" I asked King once we stepped into the room. The dark skies were alit with the stars. A perfect occasion for an harbour date. King pursed his lips. "I want to take you out." It was the little I could do while he exhausted time, money and resources to get justice for our son. "Please."

"Where to?" he replied.

I kissed King once because I couldn't get enough of him. I kissed him a second time because once was not enough. I kissed him once more because third time was the charm.

King didn't get another reply from me but he was complacent as I dragged him to the front of the wardrobe. "Wear something nice." I picked out a gown that could give him easier access to my body. "Have you eaten?"

"Really?" Guilt ate at my insides but it passed as soon as he laughed. "I have. Thanks for asking," King said with enough sarcasm to drown me. "You are far too caring, my love."

Copying his fake accent, I bowed and he laughed harder. "Why, thank you, my love."

We finished dressing and in some minutes, we were at the harbour. It didn't take long for us to get in. Everything went by so fast. We reached the top and King spread the blanket on the container I picked. The place was lighted by the lamps surrounding the harbour. There were no ships today but I felt closer to my father. King drew me closer to him. Between both of us, I wasn't sure who was more clingy.

I rested my head on his chest, watching the stars in the sky. "What happens if he's not found guilty?" King asked. His chest vibrated as he spoke and I moaned in response to his fingers moving steadily on my lower back.

"We will move on," I answered. "Raise our babies."

Seconds passed by as I waited for his reply. At some point, this battle for justice had become so important to King. I wasn't sure if it was to prove a point but I was grateful for his unwavering, annoying support. And if he didn't want us to drop the case, I wouldn't be able to say no to him. His fingers stopped moving. I knew his answer was coming but I didn't know if I would like it.

"Yeah." His lips touched my forehead in a chaste kiss. "We will be fine." A few seconds passed. "But in case we don't get justice, am I allowed to find the bastard and beat him? If I can't beat him, I'll arrange boys that will do it."

My eyes returned to the star-filled sky and I smiled at the image of Emma that formed there. We would get justice for my baby.

We would be okay.