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,

she emerged from the elevator, the sight that greeted her eyes was a treat.

I got these flowers for you, because I love you." He gestured behind

arrangement, held in bamboo shoots, were some red roses and globe amaranths. "Wow! That's a lot of flowers. How many flowers did you get?" There

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

thank Sheffield because it

I love you too!" Erica sweetly kissed the

forward, he made a 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 giving her things that all women wanted. Everything he did was simply to make his

had a detailed exam and an ultrasound when she was seven months pregnant. And

eight months along, the doctor recommended bed-rest. Matthew left

umpteenth time that she would never get pregnant again, Matthew tried to mollify her, also for the umpteenth time. "Okay, I feel you. We won't have

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

"No."

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

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

Let me see

pocket and

from him, he would give her whatever she wanted.

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

didn't

opened her mouth wide and looked up at the man. "What

the wallpaper. I was also afraid that you would open the Weibo app and find my username." So far, he had

asked suspiciously, and then opened his

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.

the glass jar of folded stars and the photo he'd snapped of her so long ago, and refused to give them back to him.

a while and decided to let it go. They slept together every day, and he knew how she looked. "Okay, then let go of me. I won't delete it,

let go of her hand until he got her

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

two of them curled up together, scrolling through his gallery. Erica started

at the sleeping woman, Matthew

start of her pregnancy, and then had to carry that weight around every day. Her body was changing and it was out of their control. She had abdominal cramps, leg cramps, and had to go the bathroom all the

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

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

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

feel