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.

be patient. Now here's what I want you to do..." After

not real happy. But when she emerged from the elevator, the sight that greeted

feel good because you're pregnant, so I got these flowers for you, because I love you." He

were some red roses and globe amaranths. "Wow! That's a lot of flowers. How many flowers did you get?" There were so many flowers there was no way she'd be able to hold them

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. 4, 832 is approximately how many weeks of life one has from birth to death. But she

of surprise and happiness. Matthew really wanted to thank Sheffield because it was his idea. 'Maybe I should get him flowers,

you too!" Erica sweetly kissed the man on

point of getting her a bouquet of flowers each day. He had to buy more vases and pots for them to go in, but she was worth it. Not only did he get her flowers, but also all kinds of gems. He tried to please his wife by

an ultrasound when she was seven

bed-rest. Matthew left

she would never get pregnant again, Matthew tried to mollify

What she loved the most was that each day, he would come home from work. They could cuddle and talk. Even

"No."

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

on business trips for me. And yes, your studio is running great. I've got the best photographers filling in for you. All the photos

All right! Let me see

pocket and handed it to the

long as Erica didn't run away from him,

phone and looked at the screen. 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

Matthew didn't

wide and looked up at the man. "What did you

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

Erica asked suspiciously, and then opened his phone album.

It was a photo of her from two days ago. She was fast asleep. Her belly was big, and her hair was a mess. She didn't look good at all. "I'm so ugly in this photo. Delete it," she protested.

the glass jar of folded stars and the photo he'd snapped of her so long

together every day, and

her hand until

the album, many of which were of her and the children,

Erica started doing the long blink, and before long, fell asleep

Matthew felt

the pain of morning sickness at the start of her pregnancy, and then had to carry that weight around

a sudden movement where he touched. Babies

strange smaller bulge. He waited a moment and then the bulge returned, in another location. He smiled. His precious daughters

moved to touch it.

woman didn't feel anything and