When we reached the restaurant, it was packed. Like cars and people everywhere. The journalists all lined up outside waiting to get a picture of anyone of interest, and Ade is always of interest.
“Sit tight, I will get the door.” He tells me as he climbs out of the car.
He runs around the front of the car and opens the door for me. Helping me out and instantly wrapping an arm around me and shielding me from the cameras flashing behind us.
“Bello, give us a pic.” A few of the cameramen shout, Ade just waves to them and ushers me inside.
The second the door is closed he hugs me close and kisses my head.
“It never gets easier.” He groans as he kisses me hair. I don't know what to say back to him, so I just nod my head.
He takes my hand and leads the way to the back of the restaurant,
