"You lied about being pregnant?" Dami whispered later that night.
"You kissed me in the rain and said nothing!" Teni fired back. "It's only fair."
They fought in the kitchen. It escalated. Somehow a spoon of stew flew across the room and landed on Dami's shirt.
He stared at the tomato stain.
"This is war," he muttered.
"Oh really?" she scoffed.
He grabbed a spoonful and flicked it back. It hit her forehead.
Within five minutes, the kitchen looked like a Nollywood crime scene.
And Teni was laughing. For the first time in days.
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