She seems tense. Tapping her fingers on the leather chair across from mine. She’s avoiding my eyes.

I truly hate it here.

Her nervousness is visible in her eyes. I wish I could comfort her, but I’m exhausted. How many times have we taken this dead-end road? Every month, the same tests, one failed test after another. Until two months ago, when, one was positive.

Anna was finally pregnant.

I never cared about children, even though I wished for them at some point. Nonetheless, her icy blue eyes and banging body corner me every time. I miss the days when we fucked hard and loud without care. She could handle any position, and when your wife is a yoga freak, she is incredibly flexible.

Good old days. Seems far and nostalgic.

It wasn’t only physical; our chemistry was always on fire. My love, my Anna.

Our gazes finally locked. Couldn’t help myself but smile at her beautifully sad face. I miss her bright face; I despise how she became a baby freak. She didn’t return my smile; instead, she averted her gaze, almost annoyed.

I’m not sure what she expects from me. She wants a baby, so I fuck her every chance we get, until sex became something I had to do for her to smile at me. I performed numerous tests to determine whether the problem was mine, but as expected, I can easily make any woman carry a child with my strong boys.

I remember her face and how eager she was for me to do the tests, wanting so badly for me to be the bad guy, the man who doesn’t inherit his family fortune. I am a member of the famous Lightwoods clan, a powerful business and political family with extremely fertile men and women.

So, why not have a large family when you’re that wealthy and powerful? I understand the hype, but I’m not a big fan of children. Just a waste of potential, but I’m willing to give her what she wants. Just the thought of fucking her with her huge belly turns me on.

I swear, besides that mind-blowing image, I do want her to be happy. I would do anything to have my Anna back.

She began to change after the test revealed that the problem was not mine. We began the dreadful journey of discovering the actual problem, which appeared to be a messed-up prank on us. She was also healthy, fertile as expected but with no baby in her.

My father’s oldest friend decided to change our plans, and that stupid doctor put us in a no sex treatment. The only conclusion he could reach was that we were not emotionally prepared. He wanted us to immediately stop any sexual behavior, anything that could lead to sex, and the plan is Microinjection.

I tried to talk this idiot out of doing this to Anna. She ignored me and proceeded with the plan. There will be no kissing or sleeping in the same bed.

Absolutely nothing.

She sobbed as she hugged me after the first trial went well and the test came back positive. For months, that was the only action I had from her. I didn’t care about anything as Anna was coming back to me. Until a week ago, it had been two months of pure joy.

The door opened, and the white-haired doctor returned. He sits in his chair, his face pale, and his lips thinner than usual. Anna shifted in her seat and rested her hands on his glass desk, gently moving his name tag.