“Happy Birthday Obi’m” Melvin pecked his fiancée on her forehead. He had driven a long distance to ensure he arrived early before she left for work.
Chioma blushed. Melvin was very thoughtful. She smiled when she remembered how bad things were initially, how she was sad because Melvin wasn’t trying to be romantic. Little communication here and there and many weeks of patience did the trick. Now, he was at her doorstep, holding a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers she had seen. Ah! Thank you, Jesus. Chioma said to herself.
“Thank you, baby; it means a lot to me. Please come in; let me get you something quickly before-“