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

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

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

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

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 thank Sheffield because it was his idea. 'Maybe I should get

sweetly kissed the man

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

She had a detailed exam and an ultrasound when she was seven months pregnant. And there were just two of them inside

doctor recommended bed-rest. Matthew left nothing

to mollify her, also

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

"No."

be super-busy, but not 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

on business trips for me. And yes, your studio is running great. I've got the

Let me

from his pocket and

Erica didn't run away from him, he would give

let me look at your phone before. Why now? What's changed? What

Matthew didn't deny it.

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

I was also afraid that you

Erica asked suspiciously, and then

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

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

thought about it a while and decided to let it go. They slept together every day, and he knew how she

hand

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

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

Matthew felt

of 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 cramps, and

and there was a sudden movement where he touched. Babies often

again—that strange smaller bulge. He waited a moment and

saw the bulge again, and moved to touch it. It was like some bizarre game

woman didn't feel anything