Later that night, as Sophia and Tunde prepared to go to bed, Tunde couldn't help but notice how tense she seemed. He knew it had everything to do with their earlier conversation about not going the IVF route just yet.
As Sophia slipped on her hair bonnet and moved toward the bed, he gently asked, "Baby, are you alright?"
She nodded, avoiding his eyes. "Hmm."
Without another word, Tunde stepped forward, slipped his hands around her thighs, and effortlessly lifted her off the floor.
Sophia let out a surprised shriek, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck. "T! What are you doing?"
He carried her over to the bed and sat down, settling her on his lap so she straddled him. Their eyes met, and he brushed his knuckles gently across her cheek.
"I know you're not happy with what I said earlier," he murmured. "About not doing IVF yet."
