My breathing was unsteady. Clutching his arm, I said i n a trembling voice, "Give me a child, Theo. I want a child that belongs to you and me."
Theo’s body stiffened, and there was a fleeting coldness in his eyes.
I sensed it and opened my eyes to look curiously at him. "No."
He put away the coldness in his eyes and said with a smile, "Of course, you can. I will give you whatever you want."
I thought about my child who died and felt my heart and body starting to hurt.
He took me in his arms, his voice low and attractive." We must stay this happy, Wanda.”
I nodded. "Okay."
He carried me into the bathroom, and after a quick cleaning up, he carried me back to the bedroom again.
I fell into a deep sleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I was so tired.
When I woke up the next morning and did not see Theo, I figured he must have gone to work.
The sunlight spilled through the window in the
bedroom. The mottled light and shadow swayed about.
I lay quietly for a moment and could vaguely feel dampness under my body.
I got up, and when I lifted the covers, I saw bloodstains on the sheets.
I was a little stunned. I was on my period only a few days ago.
Although I would sometimes experience irregular menstruation, I had never experienced getting my period twice in a month.
I changed my pajama pants and the sheets. I then carried the stained sheets and pajama pants to the laundry room.
If I wanted a child now, I would have to start taking care of my body. This would not do.
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