❤️♥️😥She Is Blind😢🥰♥️♥️ ✍️EPILOGUE. As I draw the curtains. A probably beautiful end. But does a story ever end? Is a Happily Ever After meaning to refer to infinity. When I got back from work that day, my wife did not look like my wife. She had never been sick in all the years I knew her—it could be God's way of compensating for her blindness, but I knew I never wanted to see her that way again. I had feared she would die inside the back of a Taxi I had stopped without even looking at a driver, until we got to the hospital and I was told everything was okay. I knew she could be pregnant... I wasn't really good with pregnancy scares anyway. The last one I had when I was seventeen nearly snuffed the life out of me. But Gift had looked as though she stood on the thin line that separates life and death, that cord that snaps everytime and lets the victim rise, to life, or fall, to death. But with the smile on the doctor's face when he saw me again, I knew my wife refused to leave me alone. She never would have, if she had an option. "Your wife is good." he grinned. "You are just going to be a father." I remembered the first and previous time I got this news. I could have died over it, but not now. Now I had a job that gave tips as large as a salary, my lady worked comfortably at an embassy, and I lived in a house I could call my own for the meantime. And I remembered confessing to Gift about that incident, on one of the nights after our wedding that had me pulling her to the bed and her asking me to go again until we had done it twice. I told her about it because I did not want to keep a secret from her, and I was surprised when she laughed, her breath fanning my face and making me want to go again. I asked her why she found it funny, and we both laughed over it when she told me she hoped I wasn't impotent. I asked if she was angry, and she asked me if she should. "I knew you had changed when you said I would pay for what I did. I knew you had fu.cked up. Amina told me all about your smoking and that you were involved with a girl named Winifred, and that was when I knew how I would pay." Gracefully, Amina never told her about my pregnancy scare with Winifred, and when I told Gift and she laughed and put the question to my potency, we laughed all the time because of it. Because if I could never have children, or she could never have children, we would not really care. I was content enough to be with her, and her with me, and we simply couldn't coexist without each other. I smiled at the doctor and thanked him, laughing inwardly at how he was grinning like a clown. "One more thing." he said, not diminishing his clownish smile. "When last has your wife been in a hospital?" "She has not been in one in all the years I knew her." I said, quite confidently. "Well... We have hopeful news." I raised an eyebrow suspiciously, eyeing the doctor. "As of the time your wife was born, her eye condition was something that could be solved. She had not really been born blind, according to our findings, but it slowly got worse and by the time she could have memories of previous sight, it was already gone.. But—" "But what?" I hurried the doctor. "Now, with the advancement in technology and research, and the right amount of money, your wife will see. She will see again." "Tell me you are not joking Doc," "Well... When your wife was born, if the doctor had actually been skilled, he would have been able to handle it. It was quite a minor issue, but it degenerated over time. Now all she needs is an eye transplant. It's an eye transplant to you lay men, but it's actually a corneal transplant and a visit to a hospital in Lagos I will refer you to should solve it." I remember gasping for air, unable to breathe with excitement, and the poor panicked doctor, thinking I was asthmatic went to get me some ventolin. But the worst had not hit yet. "How much do we need?" I asked. "About four million naira." came the reply. "And there is a 50:50 success chance of it." My excitement level went down by half. I was just a Corps Member surviving on tips. My wife earned quite a sum, but not up to a million. And I almost did not want to ask my father in-law for the money, but when I thought about it later, I had to. I went in and saw her lying in the ward, her eyes open and vague I was almost scared she had died, until I saw her finger twitch. I sat next to her, and her face lightened up at the pressure. I leaned over her, supporting myself on one hand beside her and entwining the fingers of the other in hers, and kissed her, uncaring if the nurses were watching, if anybody was watching. "The doctor gave me good news sweetheart. You are carrying a baby. Our baby. Our child. Our little miracle." She smiled, her eyes blinking and I thought of the doctor's words again. "Yes I know. I have never felt so blessed. To carry your child." she whispered, and I kissed her again. Since our wedding, our kisses now meant so much.