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.

Now here's what I want you to do..." After hanging up,

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

said affectionately, "Honey, I know you don't feel good because you're pregnant, so I got these flowers for you, because I

red roses and globe amaranths. "Wow! That's a lot of flowers. How many flowers did you get?" There were so

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

and happiness. Matthew really wanted to thank Sheffield

too!" Erica sweetly kissed the man on the

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

and an ultrasound when she was seven months

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

get pregnant again, Matthew tried to mollify her, also for the umpteenth time. "Okay, I feel you. We won't have

Erica asked, "Are you busy today?" What she loved the most was that each day, he would come home from

"No."

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

man patiently answered the woman's series of questions 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

Let me

his phone from his pocket and

away from him, he would give her

"You never let me look at your phone before. Why now? What's changed? What was on there that you didn't want me to see?" she asked.

Matthew didn't deny it.

opened her mouth wide and looked up at

also afraid that you would open the Weibo app and find my username." So far, he had nothing

then

phone was indeed her. 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

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

every day, and he knew how she looked. "Okay, then let go of me. I

didn't let go of her hand until he got her

many of which were of her and the

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

Matthew felt

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

and there was a sudden movement where he touched. Babies often push against the walls of their cage, and these kids

again. There it was again—that strange smaller bulge. He waited a moment and then the bulge returned, in another location. He smiled. His precious daughters were

the bulge again, and moved to touch it. It

woman didn't feel anything and