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 to do..." After hanging up, Matthew thought Sheffield was right. And he started dialing—he had more calls

was ravenous, and not real happy. But when she emerged

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

of flowers. How many flowers did you get?" There were so many flowers there was no way she'd be able to hold them all.

"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 knew this.

to thank Sheffield because it was

sweetly

them to go in, but she was worth it. Not only did he get her flowers, but

twins, not quadruplets. She had a detailed exam and an ultrasound when

recommended bed-rest. Matthew left nothing to chance and made sure she obeyed

the umpteenth time that she would never get pregnant again, Matthew tried to mollify her, also for the umpteenth time. "Okay, I feel you. We

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

"No."

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

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 the photos are credited

Let me see

took out his phone from his pocket and handed it to the woman.

run away from him, he

was a photo of the six of them. "You never let me look at your phone before. Why now?

Matthew didn't

looked up at the man. "What did you do?" He admitted it!

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

Erica asked suspiciously, and then opened

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 didn't look good at all. "I'm

delete it." She had taken away 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. Of course he refused

slept together every day, and he knew how she looked. "Okay, then

her hand until

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 were of

gallery. Erica started doing

sleeping woman, Matthew felt

weight around every day. Her body was changing and it was out of

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 moment and then the bulge returned, in another location.

He saw the bulge again, and moved to

pregnant woman didn't feel anything and stayed asleep.