04/12/2024
SHE'S PREGNANT FOR HER CHURCH PASTOR (Part 1)
Today is the worst day of my life. In fact, I don't think I should be telling this story, but I don’t know any other way to let this feeling go away, so I just want to share it with you.
I am a very tender woman, and I love my family. Oh, my poor family—how will they digest this bitter news? All I can think about are my dear children, Adeyemi and Debbie, and also my loving husband, Churchill.
It all started three weeks ago, the day we had an all-night vigil at our church. It was on a Friday.
I had been suspecting Churchill of sleeping with other women, because he now returns from work late. It’s so unusual. Even though when I confront him about his late arrivals, he says it’s because of last month’s unfinished tasks.
I still can’t stop suspecting him, because it has been almost two weeks now since we last made love like we used to. Mercy came to my house that evening. She is the closest person to me after my husband. We tell each other everything—from our weaknesses to our darkest secrets.
She was married before, but her husband died in a fatal gas explosion in their kitchen one year ago—a very huge loss for her. Every time I see her, I just feel for her. How would I cope with living if Churchill were not here? God forbid. I can’t even imagine how alone I would feel in this big, empty world.
It was 7:30 PM, and I was cooking white rice in the kitchen because I had already prepared pepper soup. Then Mercy barged in without knocking, as usual.
“Madam chef! What are you cooking? I can smell it all the way from my house. You this woman!” she said, coming in and opening my cooking pot, then quickly returning the lid.
“Good evening, Mercy,” I greeted in a dry voice. She quickly noticed something was troubling me and asked me to share my feelings with her.
I lowered my voice and said, “Mercy, Churchill is still acting strange these days. I’m afraid this man is cheating on me with other women.” I had told her about it a few days ago, but she didn’t take me seriously.
She sighed, looking at me as if not quite believing me. “Is it because he doesn’t make love to you or because he’s now coming home late from work?” she asked.
“I don’t know, Mercy. Everything he does these days makes me more suspicious and gives me signs that something is off. Can you...?”
Before I could finish my sentence, she interrupted me. “Ah-ah, Eunice, I think you’re just having a panic attack. Just focus on yourself. Let him attend to his work, and when he’s done, he’ll be fully ready for you. By that time, you’ll be the one complaining it’s too much. I’m sure of it,” she said, putting her hand on my shoulder.
“Mercy, I’m losing my mind. I’m sex-starved, and I don’t think I can continue like this anymore. It’s been almost two weeks since we last...,” I said, my voice breaking.
“So what are you planning to do? And I hope you’re not thinking of anything stupid,” she whispered, pointing her finger at my nose.
Just then, Debbie came into the kitchen. She’s only four, so I could see the hunger in her eyes. “Debbie, are you hungry?” I asked, and she nodded rapidly.
“Don’t worry, the food will be ready soon. Where’s your brother?” I asked, and she pointed out the window. When I looked, I saw Adeyemi playing ball with his friends.
“Okay, go and watch TV. The food will be ready soon, okay?” She silently walked out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Mercy and I sat down while I waited for the rice to finish cooking so I could take the pot down.
We sat there talking for a while, and when I checked the pot, the water had dried up, so it was time to eat. Churchill loves pepper soup and goat meat, so that’s what I made today.
I called the children to sit at the dining table while I served the food. We ate together, including Mercy, who kept me company.
I noticed it would soon be time for church, so I bathed Debbie and asked Adeyemi to take his bath too. Mercy went back to her house to prepare for church, because we worship at the same church.
I quickly got into the bathroom and showered, then sat by the mirror in my room to get ready for church. My alarm went off at 8:00 PM, which meant it was time to start heading to church, but Churchill had not yet returned from work. What is wrong with this man? I thought.
I reached into my bag and grabbed my phone, which was ringing loudly because of the alarm. I turned off the alarm and quickly dialed his number.
It rang twice with no response. Just as I was about to continue dressing, my phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw “My Everything” calling—that’s Churchill.
I swiped the green icon and answered the call, putting it on speaker and dropping it on the bed without saying a word. I was mad at him. I could feel the rage. I just waited for him to speak first.
Hello, darling," he spoke from the other side of the phone.
"Yes," I answered, with mixed feelings of both anger and love.
"Please don't be offended. I was driving, that's why I didn't pick up the first time. I just parked to call you back. How are you doing? Are you ready for church already?" he asked, and I could sense him smiling through his tone.
I almost lost it, but I gathered my courage, sighed, and finally spoke. "Okay, hurry up. We’re running late."
I finished dressing and joined the children in the sitting room. We were all watching their favorite cartoon. We sat there for a couple more minutes, then I heard his car drive into our compound. My heart was pounding really fast, and I was trying not to react negatively toward him.
The children rushed outside, screaming, "Daddy is home! Daddy is home!" He hugged them and carried Debbie in his arms, with his briefcase in the other hand, as he walked into the sitting room.
"Welcome," I said, without turning my head to look at him. I'd bet he noticed I was mad.
"Thank you, darling," he replied, and rushed into his room.
About 10 minutes later, he had showered, changed his clothes, and was ready to drive us to church. I didn’t even bother asking if he wasn’t hungry. I just picked up my bag and went outside to the car.
He locked everything and finally came out, opening the door for us. I put the children in the back seats and sat beside Churchill.
"Work was crazy today, oo," he said. And as he tried to utter another word, I cut him off by saying, "Please, I don’t want to hear about your work today." I finally spoke out of anger.
"Darling, is there anything wrong?" he asked, and I just hissed and turned my head to the right, looking at the passing cars and buildings.
We finally arrived at the church by 9:45 AM. He dropped us off in front of the church and drove further to look for a good parking space.
While I was walking towards the entrance, I saw a very tall, handsome man looking at me as if he knew me from somewhere. I even turned around to see who he was looking at, but no—it was me.
"Welcome, madam!" he said with a smile. I could smell his perfume from that short distance, and his teeth were as white as salt.
"Good evening, sir," I stuttered.
"My name is Michael," he said, reaching out with his right hand to shake mine. I quickly offered my right hand, and he shook it. I didn’t know when I smiled.
"My name is Eunice," I said, expecting a quick follow-up reply.
"I’m actually here to replace Pastor Emeka, as he’s been transferred to another branch in Andoni," he added with more information.
"Oh, you’re welcome. Hope you enjoy your stay here, Pastor Michael," I said, walking into the church quickly, trying to avoid any long conversations that might lead to suspicions.
We started praying. Everyone’s eyes were closed, but whenever I opened my eyes a little, I saw Pastor Michael looking at me. I would quickly look away and continue with my prayers. This happened a couple more times.
When the prayer was over, I opened my eyes, but Pastor Michael wasn’t there anymore.
Pastor David went to the altar to preach. I was pressed and had to use the bathroom, so I stood up and started walking toward the bathroom, which is in a separate building a few meters away from the church.
When I got there and walking to the female section Pastor Michael walked out from the male section trying to zip up. with his eyes fixed on his zip.
I didn't know how to react so I increased my speed, then I spoke.
Sister Eunice, we meet again, he said, looking at my breast, from that moment, I knew there was something on his mind.
Yes, I need to ease myself, I hurriedly opened the door and closed it forcefully, I heard a click, and I quickly had the feeling that i closed the door too hard.
He was walking away slowly, after I finished I tried to open the door but it was jammed, I know fully well, people don't often use the bathroom, so Pastor Michael might be my only hope, beside I didn't carry my phone.
Pastor Michael!, I called out his name and he answered, yes, what's the problem.
My door is jammed, please I need help. He walked towards the door and tried a couple of times and the door finally opened.
I could see it in his eyes, we want the same thing, his charming look made me want to just pull him close to me and just start.
But I couldn't, he walked towards me gently with our eyes locked together, then he grabbed my butt and pulled me closer to him.
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What do you think will happen?
Will Eunice fall for this temptation?
What would you do at this point if you were in her shoes?
Watch out for Part 2.
