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.

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,

was right. And he started dialing-he had more calls to make. Erica woke up early. She was ravenous, and not real happy. But when she emerged from the elevator, the sight that

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

red roses and globe amaranths. "Wow! That's a lot of flowers. How many flowers did you

to "my whole life." Roses symbolize passionate

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

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

And there were just two of them inside her womb, not four. When she was eight months along, the doctor recommended bed-rest. Matthew left nothing to chance and made sure

that she would never get pregnant again, Matthew tried to mollify her, also

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

"No."

how's business? You used to 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 okay? How did the photos turn out?" She took a deep

patiently answered the woman's series 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

All right! Let me see your

pocket and

long as Erica didn't run away from him, he

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

Matthew didn't

mouth wide and looked

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

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

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

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

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

the sleeping woman, Matthew felt

carry that weight around every day. Her

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

game. He saw the bulge again, and moved to touch

feel anything and stayed

stopped. Maybe the kids were tired and went

and fell asleep himself,

before long, he was awakened by