Andrei's POVAgitated, I paced back and forth inside my huge carpeted office. If the carpet could only talk, it would have complained to me how heavy my feet are as I plodded on it. I was informed by Tara's bodyguard that she coincidentally met Major Kavanaugh in the elevator. I trust my wife and I know she had no feelings for him.Yet, the possessive side of me was unrelenting and would not allow Tara to be in the same space as him. If only I had been there, he wouldn't have had a chance to speak to my wife or enter the elevator. He would have been kicked out of the elevator. "Poor carpet, it has no mouth so it couldn't complain and only take the brunt of your jealousy," Sharon interrupted my mulling. "Shut up!" I snapped at her. "Relax! Tara isn't like Stella," she said, probably to pacify me. But no, she was smirking. "I know," I roll
I came to realize that I misread her smile, she smiled at me out of politeness and respect. Not because she brought good news. My dancing heart froze and dropped at the pit of discouragement. I closed my trembling lips into a thin line and said nothing. After a minute or so of silence, I stood and said, "Thank you, doctor." I gathered that both Trevor and General Rossini were discharged, thus I have no one to visit. It only means that I have to go back to the palace, right away. On our way back to the palace, I consoled myself that I'm still young and we are not in a hurry to get pregnant.Stepping onto the threshold, my phone rang. I opened my purse and collected my phone. "Babe?" "Are you not feeling well? Your bodyguard informed me you went to the hospital," Andrei asked me and I didn't miss the worry in his tone. I was slightly annoyed at that nos
As the day of casting votes drew nearer, Andrei and I had been busier than ever. Barely, we spent time with each other. Yesterday, Suzanna asked if we could spare them time and visit them, Andrei said he could not. I know he was still holding a grudge against his father because of that night that he was drugged and that almost successfully ruined our marriage.I, on the other hand, am free today. So, here I am, preparing to visit my in - laws. There was nothing for me to fear what trick Trevor has under his sleeves. Betraying me is the last thing Suzanna would want to do to me. I know she will not allow her husband to do anything to me. To begin with, I've been helping her to nurse Trevor regain his health. According to her, Trevor had not once had a heart attack after the last attack. And It's been nine months since then. At the porch, I saw Suzanna
Through the mirror, I could see how Andrei looked at me full of smiles while I gargled. I spat the mouthwash in the sink and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?" He didn't answer me and stripped his clothes and took a shower. I went back to bed while thinking of his odd behavior. I was drifting back to sleep when I pulled into his arms. I wriggled to find the most comfortable position to snuggle in his arms. "Behave, or I couldn't control," he said, breathing heavily after speaking. "Have you had your period yet?" He asked me. My heart pumped rapidly as it dawned on me that I had been delayed for three weeks. "I'm delayed for three weeks now," I said to him. "That's great!" He said and nibbled my lips. We lost track of time and had no idea when we ended. Soon morning came, Andrei was up before me.Despite lacking
Taking the test result from the doctor, my heart trembled as I could see her giving me a sorry look. I knew the result without looking into it nevertheless, I opened it as Tara was waiting for me look into it Despite knowing the result before looking at it, my heart still clenched to read the word. NEGATIVETara took the result from me and soon enough she burst into tears. I held her in my arms until she calmed. "Madam, as I have said, your uterus has no issue and is healthy," the gynecologist looked at me after talking to Tara. "Your Excellency, I would suggest for you to have an appointment with an Andrologists," I looked at her and she lowered her gaze.I know she got scared of the coldness in my eyes. Suggesting to consult a male fertility specialist is equivalent to telling me that the problem lies in me. I am infertile. But seeing how desperate
Beating around the bush. Why not tell directly if I have healthy sperm or not. "Ah, the shape or morphology. Healthy sperm have rounded heads and long, strong tails.” He paused. I pursed my lips, this doctor was getting on my nerves. He probably sensed that I was getting impatient and went on. “And yours look like that. In conclusion, you have healthy sperm. And according to your medical history you are not infertile," he said which made my nerves ease significantly. "When trying to get pregnant, stress and pressure contributes in failure to get pregnant," he clasped his hand on top of his table He added, "When having intimacy with your wife, try not to think about getting pregnant and just enjoy love making." I said no words and allowed him to talk. Tara and I need help, so it won't hurt me to listen to advice. "Both you and the madam have healthy reproductive organs, her egg
"I need not mention his name, you… mmm " with his lips he stifled my words and didn't let me finish. I hit his chest but he didn't budge. He tried to make me respond to him, his hand skimmed my body but his touch couldn't convince my body to respond to him. Probably, he tasted the saltiness of my tears that caused him to stop kissing me. Like a flood my emotions became messy and I sobbed uncontrollably, venting all my pent up frustration. "Baby, I'm sorry," he coaxed me. At last he gave up coaxing me and let me cry until my throat was dry and tired so that I drifted to sleep. It's the other day when I opened my eyes. Andrei already left for work. Getting late on the first day of work would leave a bad impression on his employees. So he left early for work without waiting for me to wake up. Having nothing to do after you got used to bei
Calmly, I picked up the basin from the night stand. "I prepared a juice to help with your hangover, drink it," I said and left him. Though my whole body was shaking, I still managed to get downstairs without an accident. After cleaning the basin and placing the face towel in the washer, I went to the guest room. I sat on the couch looking blankly at the French window. His words were like a broken recorder that kept ringing in my ears. I stayed like that until the crack of dawn. I could not think of anything, just his words that cut my heart. I went back to our room to have a shower. We met at the door of the bathroom. He had just finished showering. Ignoring him I walked past him. And closed the door immediately. I stood under the shower head, drowning my sorrow away. Surprisingly, my husband was still in the room. Just as I was goin