imperfect perfection

A Story by Abeni

If its to good to be true,then something fishy is happening

> I felt my heart explode as I stood there and watched, I can swear I died a thousand times in just a minute. It was just impossible. Malik was the perfect guy, he was every girls dream I mean he was handsome, funny, successful and his generosity was enchanting. Despite the 8 years age difference between us! it was as though we were age mates, he was my best friend,my listener, my counselor. He was indeed mr perfect and when he proposed to me It was like a dream come through,but I still felt like there was something wrong. I am what Anna wintour will consider as "one of the little houses", Malik on the other hand could be compared to a greek god,why will someone like him want to be with me, we worked together for almost five years and most of the women he dated were as beautiful as Leila lopes or even prettier. For the man I have being secretly day dreaming of,to ask me to marry him was just incredulous. Our wedding was like a fairytale wedding, at the famous Tinapa resort in Calabar. For the first time that night Malik made love to me. I felt something bold inside of me, my shyness suddenly disappeared, the secret of my femininity lay there in front of him as he grabbed me, even in the midst of his needs I felt the tenderness of his touch and restraint, wider he murmured pushing my thighs apart while my hands slipped around him,owning him with my touch,every movement he mastered my mouth and body until I was sweeping with it,a strong barricade of overwhelming pleasure took me too the point of no return.I could feel my fingers piercing his back as we moved in a rhythmic pattern. He held on tight to my buttocks and muffed his shout,!and this made my blood rush with emotions. It was the best night of my life.
As I laid beside him I envisioned our kids playing around and having the perfect family, I turned to kiss him and I suddenly noticed he was deep in taught, the fear of not satisfying his needs terrified me,He had something important to tell me, a thousand things came rushing through my mind, he took a stroll to the balcony, as I chased at his back after him, I screamed, 'Malik, talk to me, but what'. He was silent, and only said 'Baratu, I love you with all my life and I've always dreamt of this with you'. I could no longer take it inside, my mind had flown deep with imaginations, could he have AIDS, could have an STD, a fear of the unknown gripped me. In shock and like a child being awoken from a bad dream Malik broke the silence, 'Baratu I can't have children with you', I did not understand this, we had not used a condom, so why was he speaking like this, I grabbed his boxers and drew him into the room, 'Malik explain to me', 'I had a vasectomy years ago' he replied.