My Husband, Her Eggs, My Womb Novels & Stories

' She mocked her husband in her heart. For a moment, she didn't hear anything from her husband, and she assumed that her husband could no longer argue after she firmly denied his accusation. Until finally, she heard a reply from her husband after nearly two minutes, "Send me the test results if you're telling the truth." Hearing the response, Jessica irritably rolled her eyes before answering, "I'm pretty sure the hospital has sent the results to you too. You gave them your email address, right? You're just too lazy to check your email! But, putting that matter aside, you better think about what we should do about your condition! I need to get pregnant soon, but how can I get pregnant if you

“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

"Oh God! When? I mean, I took a ‘plan B’ recently. That doesn’t-” “‘Plan Bs’ don’t work after ovulation. The pill’s job is delaying ovulation, so... it's pretty meaningless after.” He answers, but the words ‘Oh my God’ still hang at the tip of my tongue. “Wait, you said something about cavity sites in my womb?" "Yes, eggs implant themselves on the lining of the uterus. From the looks of it, you have two cavity sites-” He pauses to show me an image of my womb in black and white attached to his documents.

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”

“Sometimes, when you fall asleep on my chest, I stay awake just to feel you breathe. It reminds me you’re real.” I swallowed, a tiny ache blooming under my ribs. “You know, a normal husband's snoring. They don’t say things like that.” He grinned. “Normal husbands don’t get you.” I pressed my lips to the back of his hand. “Good, I never wanted normal, anyway.” ---

I had taken him from her, and stripping that away from him was like robbing me of my own identity. This was all about her baby, and the fact that she found me childless only elevated her status. But I was determined to pop that inflated ego. As soon as my useless husband and his equally useless mother left the cottage, I dialed my IVF doctor to schedule my insemination. “Mrs. Norwood, your husband called a few weeks ago and asked me to dispose of his sample,” he informed me. My eyes widened in shock as I leapt from my chair. “What? When? Why didn’t you contact me!” I yelled.

Over and over again I felt each one, heard each breath he was taking, felt his muscles in his body relax and contract like he was having a full body orgasm. I thought back to the picture I had sent to my husband earlier. It was dark, but you could clearly make out the torn diaphragm lying in the garbage can at the bar. I knew as soon as he pulled his cock out of me in the bathroom that he had pushed his cock right through the old, worn, slightly brittle device that was inside of me, preventing any of his sperm from entering into my womb and searching out the egg that was sure to be there.

“One copulation can bring close to six eggs per person.” “Six? I hope your future husband is open-minded. It will shock him when you reveal you two being of the Phoenix Clan, much less birthing eggs for your children.” Blake said, pondering on how their future husbands will take the news. They probably run away screaming once they find out. “Oh, I’m sure you are pretty open-minded enough,” Huo said suddenly.

“The-the results. Those are the results.” “Explain it to us. Layman terms.” “Impaired fecundity,” Dr Igor started. Alek banged his fist on the table. Camilla gulped. “Layman terms, doctor.” “Well,” Dr Igor murmured, his brows crunching. “In simpler words, yes? She has the um, the, you know, the womb—” “The what?” Alek gritted out. “Her womb is similar to that of a fifty-year-old woman,” Dr Igor rushed out.