My Husband, Her Eggs, My Womb の小説・ストーリー

“Oh my God, just thinking about it makes me more upset. She was going on and on about us not having a child. And of all times to come and try to, you know, try again, she chose yesterday, after everything that had happened at the event.” “Come on, Lucas, you could’ve just given the lady what she wanted. She’s obviously desperate at this point,” I said, laughing. Lucas shot me a death stare, which made me laugh even harder. “Make that woman a mother, Lucas, goddammit.” “And what about you, dear brother? You’re perfectly capable of giving her the babies she wants. You’re her husband too, so get to it already.” Lucas paused, letting out an exasperated scoff before continuing. “Then again, she s

"Naomi." "The poison has another effect." She looked like she’d rather say anything else. "It can weaken your womb. It makes pregnancy dangerous." My eyes filled with hot tears. "No. I waited four years for this. I can't lose them." "I know." She took both of my hands. "That's why you have to be careful now. No stress, if you can avoid it." I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. My husband cheated on me, my marriage was over, and someone had been feeding me poison for a year. No stress.

" actually I should be the one to thank you " " for giving me the possibility to reis them" " I own you and your wife my life" " your life, how so?" " The moment your wife entrusted me with her eggs my life finally made sense, a purpose, they are my reason to live. I haven't had that in a very long time, it was like I was a soulless shell walking around" " You know I never met someone like you before and I sure have a lot to learn from you" " well you better be a fast learner cuz you'll be entrusted with 3 morons very soon"

“AHHH!!…you’re so tight!…Too fucking tight!…WIFE!!….AHHHH!!!!…..…Hah!……shit!…I’m Cumming!!!….…” “OOouuu~….ahahahahaha~…AAHHHHHNNNN~~!!!!….released it in my womb!!…..Ahhhh~…it’s hot!…hehehe~….my husband~…just marked my womb as his~…ahhhh~…”.(Angela)

I closed my eyes. I felt it then. Two doors, one in the vault and one in the loom, open at once, with a single thread running between them, and that thread was her. My wife, lying in the grass, bearing down with a force that bent the sky. Every contraction pulled both doors wider. If she lost control, if the pain pulled her thread too tight, both would tear off their hinges, and the Hollow's whole starving dark would pour through. I can't hold both, I said.

He stared into her gorgeous face, his beloved mother. At that moment, a white thick liquid spurted directly into her womb. Millions, billions of lives emitted inside her pussy, in mother's fertile womb created for reproduction. She had created that cock. Now it came back into her in streams of semen.

If the wife wasn’t the biological mother… then whose egg did they use? “It doesn’t matter. We’ll deal with it if that day comes,” Austin muttered. “Are you stupid, Austin? There were only two vials of eggs—the wife’s and Lyana’s! Each one was clearly labeled! How the hell did your intern mix them up? No wonder Lyana got pregnant so easily!” My jaw dropped. Two vials. One was the wife’s… and the other—mine. So if the wife’s egg wasn’t used, that could only mean one thing.

"They say I have no womb, They say I've never been pregnant. They say I'm barren." Dr. Hayes went very still. "You were there," I said and the tears were running down my face now and I couldn't stop them and I didn't try. "You were in that room with me. You held my hand when they told me he was gone. You told me he had his father's jaw." My voice cracked all the way through on that one. " I need you to run another test. Run it right now. Check me yourself and tell me—" I grabbed his arm and I was not ashamed of how desperate it came out. "Tell me my womb is okay. Tell me I'm not wh at that paper says I am….Please."

I feel like that was the case. The more I struggle to get pregnant over time, the fewer words he speaks to me. His sentences get shorter and shorter, even though we practically spend the entire day together. But I can't complain. Winston had nothing to do with it; my body was to blame. My body is so insanely healthy that I will not die for hundreds of years yet, but why is my womb not working properly no matter how much I care for it? I can't conceive! I promise to treat our next child better, to give him everything he deserves, but why isn't the world giving me that chance?

My eyes squinted but I didn't respond. “Kian, the deed has been done. I removed my womb. So what? Can we not live like a normal couple without a child?” She asked like a foolish person that she was. My heart squeezed in my chest. Whenever she talked about this, I only hate her more. Taking out your womb without your husband's permission was an abomination, not just to me but the entire pack. How on earth does she plan to get an heir? Instead of responding to her, I mind linked Paul, “Get your fat ass here and take this woman out of my sight”