Free After the storm by Osar Adeyemi Page B

has no place in this family!"
    Akeem
had thought that events of the past would have convinced his mother
that she could not force her will on him, but that was obviously
not the case. His mother had been very angry and refused to meet
Yemi. He had kept his distance from her and deliberately avoided
attending family events. Then she had softened up and tried some
emotional blackmail, but his mind was made up. He had expected his
mother to hold out some more and was a little surprised when she
called him to say that she was ready to meet Yemi. He should have
guessed that she would try something else. It was obvious that she
was hoping to scare Yemi off with her attitude. But he was not
going to let that happen.
    From the
moment he had set eyes on Yemi in Bluewater, he had just known that
he wanted to be with her. He still didn't know why, and he had
given up trying to figure it out. She was not the first beautiful
woman he had dated. He had dated plenty, but he got easily bored
and went through several relationships knowing almost from the
beginning that they would not last. That was until he met Yemi, and
he had been knocked off his feet.
    He
arrived at Hasan's house about fifteen minutes later and waved at
the security guards as he drove through the gates.
    "Hey,
stranger. You've been so scarce, I was beginning to think that you
and Hasan had fallen out!" Fayona, Hasan's wife, said as she opened
the door for him. "Even Jayden has been asking about you," she
said, referring to her four-year-old son.
    "So
sorry, It's been really busy." He looked at her admiringly. "You
look good as usual." Fayona was a full-time homemaker but always
looked very pretty no matter what time of the day you met her. "I
can see that my friend is taking very good care of you."
    She
smiled. "Thanks, I can't complain. How's Yemi doing?"
    "She's
good. I'm actually just coming from her place."
    At that
moment, Jayden came into the sitting room, saw Akeem, and ran
towards him. He squealed with excitement as Akeem bent down and
lifted him up into the air. He loved it whenever Akeem did
that.
    "How
have you been, my little man?" Akeem asked, as he set him down
again. Jayden was his godson, and he was very fond of
him.
    "I'm
fine, Uncle Akeem. I've been a good boy all week too, right,
Mummy?"
    "Yes,
you've been good, but you also have to keep it up."
    Jayden
sighed but nodded solemnly. "I'll try, Mummy."
    "You can
start by getting ready to go to bed now. It is way past your
bedtime," his mother added.
    "But
it's the holidays, and Daddy said I could stay up a little longer."
He turned to Akeem. "Farah has already gone to bed because she is
only little." He held up one of his fingers for Akeem to see how
old Farah was. "But Daddy said I could stay up a little longer
because I'm older."
    His
mother had other ideas. "You are older, but it's time to go to bed
now."
    "But,
Mummy…"
    "No
buts. Remember, you're trying to maintain your good
record."
    "I know.
But Uncle Akeem just got here, and I…"
    "Don't
argue with me, young man," Fayona cut in sternly. "I said it is
time to go to bed, full stop."
    Akeem
saw the expression on Jayden's face and felt sorry for him. "Not to
worry, Jayden, I'll pop in next week specially to see you,
okay?"
    "Yes,
Uncle Akeem," the little boy replied, cheering up a
little.
    Fayona
caught Akeem's eye and smiled. "All right, but I still have one
assignment for you before you go. Please take Uncle Akeem to Daddy
in the study for me, will you? That will also give you a little
time to have some man talk with him on the way, okay?"
    Jayden
lit up at that idea. "Okay, Mummy."
    On the
way to his father's study, Jayden regaled Akeem with stories of the
activities he had been involved in during the holidays and how well
he was taking care of his younger sister. Akeem listened and made
the necessary comments. He loved this little boy. It was amazing
how fast he was growing. He could not wait to have a son of his
own, his and Yemi's little boy. One