True Love Waits

Chapter 1450 Twins

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.

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

you can do is love her, and try to be patient. Now here's what I want you to do..." After hanging up, Matthew thought Sheffield was right. And he started dialing-he had more calls to make. Erica woke up

"Honey, I know you don't feel good because you're pregnant, so I got these flowers for you, because I love you." He gestured behind him, and there was a huge dome of

that 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 were so many flowers there was no way she'd

flowers on that table. I had them shipped 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 death. But she knew

thank Sheffield because it was his idea. 'Maybe I should get him flowers, too, ' he thought, smirking. "Honey! I love you

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

not quadruplets. She had a detailed exam and an ultrasound when she was seven months pregnant. And there were just two of them inside her womb, not four. When she was eight months along, the doctor recommended

never get pregnant again, Matthew tried to mollify her, also for the umpteenth time. "Okay, I

most was that each day, he

"No."

months you only went on a business trip. Company's not in trouble, is it? My studio running okay? How did the

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

Let me see

phone from his pocket and handed it to the woman. "Here

away from him, he would give her whatever

and looked at the screen. The 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 you didn't want me to see?"

Matthew didn't deny

this, Erica opened her mouth wide and looked up at the

I used your photo as the wallpaper. I was also afraid that you would open the

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.

said, "Honey, this photo is mine. You can't 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

she looked. "Okay, then let go of me. I won't delete it, I swear." Matthew didn't let go of her

many of which were of her and the children, and their wedding photos. Of

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

at the sleeping woman, Matthew

really hard to be a mother. She had to endure the pain 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 had to go the bathroom all the

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

that strange smaller bulge. He waited a moment and then the

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

woman didn't feel

like forever, the bulges stopped. Maybe the

the bed and fell asleep himself,

long, he was awakened by the sounds