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.

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

Sheffield was right. And he started dialing-he had more calls to make. Erica woke up early. She

and 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 gestured behind him, and there was a huge dome of flowers on

the center 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 be able to hold

should be 1, 314 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 this. "It means

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

he made a point of 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 tried to please his wife by giving her things that all women wanted. Everything he did was simply to make

pregnant. And there were just two of them inside her womb, not four. When she was eight months along, the doctor recommended bed-rest.

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

asked, "Are you busy today?" What she loved the most was that each day, he would come home from work. They could cuddle and talk. Even if they fought, she

"No."

the last 8 months you only went on a business trip. Company's not

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

right! Let

from his pocket and handed

run away from him, he would give her whatever she

me look at your phone before. Why now? What's changed? What was on there

didn't

heard this, Erica opened her mouth wide and looked up at the man. "What did

also afraid that you would open the

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

grabbed her hand and said, "Honey, this photo is mine. You can't delete it." She had taken away the glass jar of folded

about it a while and decided to let it go. They slept together every day, and he knew how she looked. "Okay, then let go of me. I won't delete it, I swear." Matthew didn't let go of her hand until he got

her and the children, and their wedding

gallery. Erica started doing the long blink,

sleeping woman,

sickness at the start of her pregnancy, and then had to carry that weight around every day. Her

hand swept across the woman's big belly, and there was a sudden movement where he touched. Babies often

There it was again that strange smaller bulge. He waited a moment and then the bulge returned, in another location. He

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

didn't feel anything and

the bulges stopped. Maybe the kids were tired and went to

and fell asleep himself, his

was awakened by the sounds