Episode 23: Shola & Bidemi
Shola’s POV
The first thing I heard was the sound of the bedroom door opening.
Then a familiar voice.
“Zee…”
A small voice followed.
“Zee?”
“Shhhhh.”
I frowned in my sleep.
“You’re being loud. Don’t wake him up. He needs to rest.”
The room went silent.
Bidemi covered her mouth.
My eyes filled with tears again.
I looked at my daughter.
“Daddy?”
She nodded.
“Yes.”
Ethan finally walked toward me.
He didn’t say anything.
He simply climbed onto the bed and sat beside me.
I looked at both of them.
She climbed onto the bed and looked at me seriously.
“You’re dad.”
I smiled.
“Yes.”
She nodded.
I glanced at Bidemi.
She looked embarrassed.
“Eli.”
“Yes, Zee”
“I haven’t even told you that. You’re supposed to be getting ready for school.”
She shrugged.
“He’s Daddy.”
I looked toward the door.
Ethan was peeking through it.
Eliana stood beside him.
I smiled.
“Can I meet them?”
Bidemi’s eyes filled with tears again.
“They’re yours.”
I held out my arms.
“Come here.”
Ethan hesitated.
Eliana immediately walked forward.
For the first time in five years, it didn’t feel like there was a wall between us.
Just two broken people finally standing on the same side.
I pulled away and looked at her.
“And the children?”
She smiled through her tears.
“They’re waiting for their father to wake up.”
“I searched for you.”
“I know.”
“I thought I lost you forever.”
“I thought you forgot me forever.”
He laughed through his tears.
“Apparently, neither of us was very good at letting go.”
She laughed softly against my chest.
“You did more than try. Have you seen those children. I interacted with Eliana and I was surprised, she’s just like you. Ethan is straightforward and cute.”
I pulled her into my arms.
She broke down immediately.
I held her tightly.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“Because I finally understand.”
I wiped her tears.
“You weren’t trying to punish me.”
She shook her head.
“No.”
“You were trying to survive.”
“Yes.”
“And you raised our children.”
She nodded.
“You gave them everything.”
“I tried.”
I reached for her face.
“I’d give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes.”
She stared at me.
“Only then would you realize how special you are.”
Her lips trembled.
“You’re not angry?”
“I was.”
She lowered her eyes.
“But not anymore.”
“Why?”
“I stole five years from you.”
“You didn’t steal anything.”
“I did.”
“You were trying to survive.”
“But you suffered.”
“So did you.”
She looked at me.
“I thought you would hate me for leaving.”
I smiled sadly.
“If I could give you one thing in life…”
“Not even a little?”
She shook her head.
“I could never hate you.”
I swallowed.
“I thought you would be angry.”
“I am.”
She looked down.
“I’m angry at myself.”
“For what?”
“For keeping your children away from you.”
I moved closer.
“Bidemi.”
She shook her head.
“And I should have told you.”
We sat there holding hands.
Two people who had spent five years blaming themselves for the same loss.
I finally whispered,
“Do you hate me?”
She looked at me like the question physically hurt her.
“No.”
“I should have found you sooner.”
“You tried.”
“I should have tried harder.”
“You did enough.”
“No.”
I looked at her.
“I didn’t know I had children.”
Her tears fell faster.
“I know.”
“I missed everything.”
“You couldn’t have known.”
“But I should have been there.”
“And you were alone, B. I’m not that heartless.”
“I know.”
I looked at the screen again.
She had been crying for me.
While I had been searching for her.
We had both been hurting.
Just in different places.
I reached for her hand.
“I’m sorry.”
She shook her head.
“No.”
“You could have come back home. My mum and Michael together with Amara could’ve taken care of you if I didn’t remember you?”
She cried silently.
“I was afraid.”
“Of me?”
“Of everything.”
I wiped my face.
“You were suffering.”
She turned the camera toward the sleeping babies.
“They’re beautiful.”
Her voice became barely audible.
“And sometimes I hate that you’re missing all of this. I wish you were here to help.”
I couldn’t watch anymore.
I looked away.
Tears rolled down my face.
“I know you probably don’t remember me.”
She cried.
“But I remember you.”
I looked at the woman sitting beside me.
She was crying again.
The video continued.
“I wish you could remember me.”
She covered her face.
“I wish you could see them.”
Her face was swollen from crying.
She looked exhausted.
I watched her wipe her tears.
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
Her voice broke.
“I wish you were here.”
My chest tightened.
She continued.
“I miss you so much, Shola.”
I stopped breathing.