Jace
The burning sensation in Trisha's eyes could be felt round my body. I was well prepared for whatever she was going to say when we got home. I seriously didn't know why she had a problem with coming to the hospital for a solution to get a child, but all I knew was that we needed one after three years of being married.
She glimpsed at me with her angry eyes, and immediately turned back to staring at the doctor. Her actions made me so sad, but at the point we were, I had decided to tolerate her attitude no matter what would happen.
Being barren wasn't a good thing at all, especially the fact that we could buy anything that needed money to pay for. How could a billionaire possibly not have an heir? So upsetting.
"This is your final result." The doctor cleared his throat, and stretched a packaged envelope to me.
I jerked out of my thoughts immediately, and grabbed it from him with alacrity. I needed to know our long annoying problem. I only hoped it wasn't a bad result.
I unsealed the envelope, and removed the test result paper from it. On viewing it, I couldn't fathom what was typed on it. I understood it, but disbelief made me confused.
I nodded my head in puzzlement, and turned back to the doctor. "Sir." I called as I knitted my brows at him. "I'm not sure I understand this."
"Understand what?" Trisha huffed loudly from her seat, which made me turn to her. "What do you ever understand? How would you understand a test result, if you don't understand your own wife?"
She hissed, and turned back to the doctor, creasing her arms across her chest, obviously boiling in enragement.
I shook my head due to her unending stubbornness, and focused my gaze on the doctor. "Explain this further." I requested calmly.
He dropped his pen on the table, and removed his eye glasses as well, clearing his throat again.
"Well you see," He started his explanation. "The thing is that your wife is infertile. That's just it."
"Infertile?" My confusion increased. "I'm not sure I get that at all."
"All I'm saying is that Mrs Flores is infertile. She can't conceive a child." He repeated himself, sharply.
I chuckled in nervousness. If she was infertile, that meant that she couldn't conceive a child, speaking of giving birth to one for me. How was that even possible? Did that mean that I wasn't going to have a child?
"H--how's that possible?" I faltered, feeling so terrible already. "What could be the cause for it? Is there something we can do?"
He sighed. "According to the test we underwent, Mrs Flores womb cannot conceive a child. And that is as a result of the amount of abortions she had undergone in the past."
"Abortions?" I whined in shock, leaning forward to the table. "I've been with my wife since ten years ago, and I'm so sure she hasn't had an abortion since then."
The doctor turned to Trisha, seeming tired of my continuous disagreement. "Let your wife confirm that first. You can't conclude on that. She's the one who has had the abortions."
I gulped in, and turned to Trisha. There was no way she could have aborted so much in that period. I didn't even think she had had any abortion at all. She was only fourteen years old when we met each other.
As I stared at her, she didn't take a turn to me. At the same time, she looked hesitant and scared. Was the doctor right? That meant that she had killed the children I ought to have had.
She finally turned to me, and pouted like a child. "Jace." She called, moving forward and holding my hands. "I can explain this. All of it was right before we got married."
"What?" I widened my eyes in shock. "How could you seriously have had 'abortions' within that short period? Alright. Tell me now. How many abortions in total?"
She lowered her head to look at the floor, and bit her lower lips like she was scared. Her actions frightened me a little. What if it was above two? Did it mean that she had been killing all the children I ought to have had?
"Tell me now." I demanded, starting to frown at her.
"W--well…" She stammered, turning gently to me. "About six or seven."
I gawked, and gasped involuntarily. "You've killed seven of my children?! Oh my God! What are you made of?! How could you do something that heartless? You killed those innocent children?!' I hollered on the top of my voice.
Instead of showing a worry look, she folded her brows like she was trying to grasp something. "Your children?" She said, and immediately bugged her eyes out like she realized something. "Yes!" She cried. "Your children. I mean...yes. No no…I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It wasn't intentional. I'm sorry. My father could have killed me then." She uttered unstably.
I had to admit, something was wrong with her. Or, was it that…
"Calm down please." The doctor interrupted us from the argument that was about to happen. "There's no point in that. An argument would do nothing to solve this"
I frowned at her, and faced the doctor again. "This isn't something good, doctor. Does it mean I'll never have a child? Isn't there a solution? Isn't there a way you can do something to my wife? Like, inject her with some kind of fertility medicine? " I interrogated wearily.
"Come down Mr Flores." He said. "It can't work that way. Her uterus is completely damaged for an embryo. And even if she conceives one, it'll only end up being an ectopic pregnancy, which can cost her life."
I ran my fingers through my hair, and leaned my back against my seat. "Oh goodness." I exhaled heavily. "Why does this have to happen to me? Why?"
"Alright." The doctor mentioned, causing me to flinch back to him. "Since her womb is damaged, she also can't undergo an 'in vitro fertilization'." He informed us.
" I mentioned breathlessly. "What is the solution then? Tell me please."
"The only thing you can do right now is to get a surrogate mother. That's the only solution." He avowed.
As soon as he said that, a sudden joy overwhelmed me. I was almost giving up already, but he saved me.
I was about to thank him for his suggestion, when Trisha scoffed loudly from my side.
"No. Way." She averred keenly from her seat.
I flared my nose in so much disgust, and slowly turned to her. Surprisingly, she was already glowering at me like I was. This lady sincerely didn't know how I was craving for a child. If she thought I was going to listen to her this time around, she was definitely deceiving herself.
I turned from Trisha's dirty look, and set my gaze on the doctor. "We are doing this." I mentioned to him, and he let out a sigh."No. We aren't." She disagreed lucidly, facing the doctor too.We glanced at each other with irky eyes, and turned back to the doctor. Frankly, we were a really terrible couple. But although we were so different in personality, I was ever willing to have her by my side."Mr Ford, we are doing it and it's final." I announced to the doctor, glaring at him like he was the one who got me angry.Trisha stood from her seat, and hit her hands against the table. "We aren't!" She cried, panting like a mad animal.At that point, all I needed to do was to give her some sweet talks. I knew my wife well enough. She wasn't an easy going person. Convincing her was the only option I had left."Woah woah." Mr For
Jill"Common!" Shanice snarled from the threshold of the door, holding Liam's hand in hers."Oh gosh." I whispered, packing the remaining documents the surrogate agency had asked for."Yes mom, common!" Liam criedwith his tiny voice as well, causing me to chuckle. He was such a clown.I rushed to arrange the documents into my bag, and hurried to them. "Oh Shanice, you're so troublesome. I told you I was coming." I ranted, grabbing my boy from her hold as we stepped out."Bye nanny!" Liam screamed to Maggie who was shutting the door as we trampled out of the house.Shanice stopped a taxi driver immediately, and told him where we were heading for. Without wasting time, he asked us to enter the car. And soon, he was on the road.I only hoped our appointment wasn't going to be
JillI widened my eyes in shock, and suddenly began to cry within me. Why was she disagreeing? I thought they appreciated me.Honestly, as soon as I entered the doctor's office and my eye caught theirs, the wife of the big guys I wanted to do the surrogacy for, had been eyeing me crazily like she had known me a really long time ago. She stared like I had done something unacceptable to her in the past. Who the heck was she? Rich people, so disgusting!But at the point I was in my life, getting annoyed wasn't the best thing to do. I didn't even know the amount of money they were going to pay me. And staring at them, they seemed like they were going to give me some really great amount. And also, the doctor had said that it was their first child after three years of being married. I could imagine how determined they'd be. But with her actions, they weren't so determined after all.
"Jace!" She was finally able to cry, hurrying to her husband like a child who was about to weep for a chocolate. "Y-you see what this thing is doing? She's insulting me."I kept my simper, and badly tried to refrain from the itch to burst into laughter. She was actually crying like my Liam. That was a really weird thing from a grown up lady like her. I guessed it was one thing about rich people. They always pretended to be some strong guys, but they were truly fragile.Her husband, Jace, didn't say anything but stare at her, looking so concerned for some reason. I was surprised by that because I expected him to yell back at me. His actions were so shocking. I thought all affluent and cute guys were cold all the time. Wow.She screwed up her face at him and hit against his arm, which clearly made him jerk out of his thoughts. I wondered what he was thinking.The doctor turned to me,
Jace"What else do you want sir?" My secretary, Brittany, questioned again, arranging the jumbled files she had in her hands.I sighed, almost getting frustrated as she kept on asking that. "Nothing." I said. "I'm fine for now. I'll let you know if I need anything. Ok?""O--ok sir." She stuttered, and trampled out of my office.I shook my head in disgust of how clumsy she always was, and decided to ignore it. No matter how tired or frustrated I could ever be, I never wanted to vent it on anyone.I leaned the back of my head against my chair, and breathed out heavily again. I was just so tired of everything that was going on in my life.After the day we went to the hospital for an implantation, every other day had been so terrible for me. Trisha started off by refusing to talk to me and also disturbed every of the worke
I gulped in, my chest vibrating from my hard heart beats, and my fingers turning cold as a result of my shivering state. Couldn't I seriously be my normal self? It literally wasn't the first time I'd have doubt about a particular thing. Why was I even so nervous?"Hello Mr Ford." I was finally able to say something. "How are you doing sir?""Oh hi there." He greeted in his usual serious tone. "I'm doing very great. And you?""Oh me? I--I'm doing fine." I lied, stuttering like I was being threatened to not speak."Alright then."He was quiet for a while, and that somewhat annoyed me. I could sense that he was doing something else over the phone. Did he think I was in for such shit?"So why did you call me now? What's up?" I broke the silence, being so impatient.He still remained silent, exacerbating my confused and quaking sel
JillI froze like a Christmas tree and gawked as Jace rested his head on my shoulder. What was going on? Was this man crazy?"Thank you." He broke the weird silence between us. "Thank you so much."As he held my waist, and as there was barely an inch between us, my heart raced like I was about to be murdered. How could he seriously be hugging me? And also, why was he thanking me?"M-mr. Flores?" I gripped in fear. "Is there something wrong? W-why are you so close to me?"He flinched as he held me, and gasped like he realized something, opening his eyes widely like a drunk man who suddenly became sober."Miss Grayson." He called in almost a whisper. "I'm so sorry. I'm so so sorry."That was it. This man was a confused person, and was causing a confusion for me as well.I lifted a brow at him,
ShaniceWalking into Aiden's street in the late evening, I heaved out a sigh of tiredness.Life was a definition of "stress" to me. I had hardly had time for myself or even my family. All I did was to work from morning till night, or go on one errand or another. I hadn't even seen Aiden in a few days. I only hoped he wasn't going to be annoyed as usual. And most especially, I hoped he was at his place and not his dad's. He didn't give me any information on his location.In a really short while, I got to his apartment and halted at his door before knocking on it. I inhaled and checked myself really well. I didn't want my boyfriend to think he had a low class and dumb girlfriend when it came to dressing up.After a thorough check on myself, I pressed the doorbell and patiently waited for him to respond, tugging my bag against my arm in a little nervousness.