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.

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

when she

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

bamboo shoots, were some red roses and globe amaranths. "Wow! That's a lot of flowers. How many flowers

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 knew this. "It means I'll love you

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

sweetly kissed the

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

an ultrasound when she

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

she would never get pregnant again, Matthew tried to mollify her, also for the umpteenth

"Are you busy today?" What she loved the most was that each day, he would come home from work. They could

"No."

Company's not in trouble, is it? My studio running okay? How did the photos

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 is running great. I've got the best photographers filling in for you. All the photos are credited to the photographer 'for EM Studios.' Your job

right! Let me see

and handed it

didn't run away from him, he

let me

didn't

heard this, Erica opened her mouth wide and looked up at the man. "What did you do?" He admitted

were 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." So far, he had nothing

Erica asked suspiciously, and then opened

saw on Matthew's phone was indeed her. It was a photo of her from two days ago. She was fast asleep. Her belly

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

day, and he knew

her hand until he got her promise.

in the album, many of which were of her and

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

at the sleeping woman, Matthew

morning sickness at the 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

where he touched. Babies often

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

and moved to touch it. It was like some bizarre game

pregnant woman didn't feel anything