Mr Carlos Huo, She's Your Wife

When Erica was eight weeks along, the ultrasound showed she was carrying more than one baby—she was having twins! Matthew was a mighty baby-maker! At least, that was what Erica thought. He should be feeling proud of himself now.

She looked at the man who had done this to her. He was as calm as ever. Erica felt like weeping, but had no tears. She wanted to strangle Matthew again. Why did he always produce so many at once? Wasn't one child good enough?

But since she was pregnant, she could give Matthew hell. After all, what was the point of being bloated and miserable if she couldn't take it out on him? At the thought of this, Erica lost her temper. "Get out!" she ordered.

"What's wrong?" he asked innocently.

"The moon's not full tonight.

We're not sleeping in the same bed. No way," she said. "What does the moon have to do with anything?" What he could do? He couldn't change the phase of the moon.

"It is because I say it is. It's your fault it's not full!" she spat.

Matthew was confused, but he knew she was mercurial. There was no arguing with her when she was like this. He could only go downstairs to whip up a bowl of noodles for her. That was probably the best thing for his pregnant wife.

It did make her feel better, though. And he was able to sleep in the same bed with her.

But in the dark of the night, Erica rested an arm and a leg on Matthew.

It was uncomfortable, but it was meant to be. It was just to make sure he was awake for one more of her demands. "Don't wear a blindfold to bed!"

Well, he could only do as she asked.

"Don't close your eyes!" she ordered again.

Well, he opened his eyes and looked at her.

"Don't breathe!"

On the verge of collapse, Matthew still kept his cool. "Don't breathe? Don't be silly! So...how can I make you happy?"

The woman thought for a while

and answered, "Well, um... you could dance for me."

Matthew was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He walked into the study. He knew the one person who could answer his questions: Sheffield. He picked up the phone and dialed his number.

After riding him for how late it was, Sheffield listened patiently as Matthew described what was going on. After Matthew concluded his tale of woe, Sheffield burst into laughter. "I guess you'll have to figure out what you can do to make her happy. So it's your fault that the moon's not full. It'll probably be your fault when it's cloudy, too.

you can do is love her, and try to be patient. Now here's what I want you to do..." After hanging up, Matthew thought Sheffield was right. And he started dialing—he had more calls to

up early. She was ravenous, and not real happy. But when she emerged from the elevator, the sight that greeted her eyes was a treat.

know you don't feel good because you're pregnant, so I got these flowers for you, because I love you." He gestured behind

some red roses and globe amaranths. "Wow! That's a lot of flowers. How many flowers did

should be 1, 314 flowers on that table. I had them shipped by air. I also got you 48 roses and 32 globe amaranths." The word for 1314 sounds similar to "my whole life." Roses symbolize passionate love, amaranths immortality.

look on her face was a mixture of surprise and happiness. Matthew really wanted to thank Sheffield because it was his idea.

you too!" Erica sweetly kissed the man on

for them to go in, but she was worth it. Not only did he get her flowers, but also all kinds of gems. He

pregnant with twins, not quadruplets. She had a detailed exam and an ultrasound when she was seven months pregnant. And there were just

she was eight months along, the doctor recommended bed-rest. Matthew left nothing to chance and made sure she obeyed the doctor's instructions.

to mollify her, also for the umpteenth time. "Okay, I feel you.

most was that each day, he would come home from work. They could cuddle and talk. Even if they fought, she was still happy.

"No."

him in questions. "So how's business? You used to be super-busy, but not since I got pregnant. In the last 8 months you only went on a business trip. Company's not in trouble, is it? My studio running okay? How did the photos turn out?" She took a deep breath after that, allowing Matthew to get a word in

one by one. "Business is booming as usual, and profits are up. I get my employees to go on business trips for me. And yes, your studio is running great. I've got the best photographers filling in for you.

All right! Let

his phone from his pocket and handed it to the

Erica didn't run away from him, he would

The wallpaper was a photo of the six of them. "You never let me look at your phone before. Why now? What's changed? What was on there that you didn't want

Matthew didn't

she heard this, Erica opened her mouth wide and looked up at the

a lot of your photos on my phone, and I used your photo as the wallpaper. I was also afraid that you would open the Weibo app and find my username."

Erica asked suspiciously, and then opened his phone album.

Her belly was

is mine. You can't delete it." She had taken away the glass jar of folded stars and

go. They slept together every day, and

of her hand until he

photos in the album, many of which were of her and the children, and their wedding photos. Of course, most of the photos were

up together, scrolling through his gallery. Erica started doing the long blink, and before long, fell asleep in

at the sleeping woman, Matthew felt

to carry that weight around every day. Her

hand swept across the woman's big belly, and there was a sudden movement where he touched. Babies often push against the walls of their

hand back on her belly again. There it was again—that strange smaller bulge. He waited a

to the game. He saw the bulge again, and moved to touch

woman didn't feel