Surrogacy.Unlike every other decision, I did not discuss this matter with my husbands in advance. I was going to surprise them with it. But in order to do this, I had to ask for Aunt Almira and Uncle George’s help. I did not want to get any personal involvement with the surrogate, so I made sure none of the three of us, Marco, Gab, and I knew anything about the procedure. After carefully understanding everything and knowing what to do, I took their sperm secretly. After a year of waiting, the day finally came.When the babies were about to be born, I simply suggested adopting a baby or two. As we waited for the day, I continuously mentioned wanting babies. And just as I expected, my doting husbands did not deny me of this wish of mine. The moment they agreed, we got busy decorating and renovating our home to welcome our new members. On the day the babies were born, Aunt Almira and Uncle George ordered us to stay at home and wait. “What are they up to?” Marco asked. “I have no idea
Gab’s POV The moment I held the little girl in my arms, I knew my heart no longer belonged to me. I belonged to Skye and this precious little angel in my embrace. The words Marco had said reflected exactly the same thoughts and emotions I had in my heart. I could not help feeling crazy for the extent of euphoria that captured my whole being. I was ready to give way for Marco had Skye decided to live a totally normal life– I meant to say normal by having only one spouse when she settled down. I even gave them a space for a month, I used the alibi to work with Sarge in dealing with the most crucial missions. I dared death to take me if I did not belong to Skye’s side. I was able to move according to my wishes until Skye found out about the avoidable risks that I chose to face head-on. “If you are trying to get yourself killed, then I am not going to let you do it all by yourself!” Skye nagged at me, crying. She rebelled against me by starving herself for days until she forgave me
Skye's POV"Oh, my god!" I only have ten minutes left before my first job interview today! I did not want to risk being late, so I pressed all the buttons going up of the elevators I found in the lobby of the building. And jump into the first one to open. And pressed the close button in a flash. "Uggggghhhh…." I heard the sound of someone groaning. It made me turn around. "Hey! Are you alright?" I asked with fright. "What happened?!" I exclaimed. As I tried to check on the man sitting on the corner of the elevator floor, I moved closer and tried to ask him. But I did not get any response, although he remained in his position. In my understanding, he was not well. He might have even fainted. "Hey, Mister. Are you okay?" I asked, shaking his right arm gently. But the moment his hand moved to sit up straight as if he was awakened, a spurt of something sprayed my face. I wiped it away without a thought. But when I realized what it was, I yelped."You're bleeding!" A hemaphobic me
“Are they after you?” “Uhm…” he answered without hesitations. “I don’t know what I am getting myself into by helping you, but they don’t seem to be nicer than you, so I hope I am doing the right thing by helping you,” I sighed as I nervously drove out of the building’s parking area. I had to drive the way down to exit the building, but it wasn’t spiral. As I drove out, I saw a few of the men searching for my passenger. I am glad I had my car tinted, they did not notice I had a passenger when they passed by my car earlier and when we passed by them. “I am not sure if I saw whatever I saw them carrying. I think they have guns. But they don’t look like cops,” I said while giving my wounded passenger a quick glance. “Don’t sleep! Tell me where to go, first, Marco!” “Huh?!” the man thoughtlessly responded when he heard my raised voice. “What?” he asked weakly. “Tell me where to take you if you don’t want to go to the hospital. Where would you go in situations like this? I mean
"Dad! He's in the backseat," I rolled down the window on my side and informed my dad, who was guiding me with his waving hand, to move closer to the door as I parked my car. When I turned the engine off, my dad opened the door of the backseat, and I was surprised when I felt his presence intently staring at me outside my window. "What….?" I asked as I opened the door cautiously because my dad was standing too close to the door. I was curious why he was by my side and not with the dying man with us. But my dad almost hurriedly, yet carefully opened the door wider for me to step out of it so he could stare at me closely as if checking my condition and analyzing the situation. "Honey, are you alright?" he asked as soon as I got out of the vehicle. He checked my pulse. Then, my head as if making sure I was at an average temperature, and he held my hands to check if I was cold, sweating, or anything of my reactions when I was feeling traumatized. "Are you dizzy?""I'm not sure, dad, but
Marco’s POVI woke up and panicked. I clearly told the lady not to bring me to the hospital. But the smell of disinfectant brushed off my nostril. I wanted to jump off the bed and leave the place. But my body won’t move to obey my thoughts. I tried to sit up. But even the tip of my fingers won’t even budge. “Are you awake?” I heard a man’s voice approaching my direction. “That’s quite odd. I gave you a good dose of painkillers so your body could heal and recuperate,” the manly voice continued. I wanted to answer and tell him that I am awake. But my eyes won’t open despite my eagerness to find out where I was. And even my voice seemed to have abandoned me. Nothing of my words came out audibly aside from grunts and groans. “Marco, right?” the man asked again. I could feel he was standing right next to the bed I was helplessly lying on. “Don’t be hard on yourself. This is not a hospital if that is what you are worried about. If you want to leave this place, sooner, I strongly suggest
I looked around and saw the tube of drips hanging on the left side of the bed next to my head. Its tube was connected to my left arm. If I have been sleeping for days, this liquid must have been my food for the whole time. Looking at the pack of colorless liquid that drops slower than a second in between the next drops, a thought suddenly flashed in my mind. This thought traveled from my brain down to that specific part of my anatomy. I felt like a marionette with a string being pulled away to make me move. I sprang up, but the pain in my left side made me pause. I couldn’t even lift a finger due to the extreme pain I felt at my sudden move. “Do you need a hand?” I heard a man’s voice speak softly as he walked closer to my bed, opposite where the lady was leaning asleep as she sat on a chair. In my pained face, I stared at the man. He looked like he was in his mid-fifties. He had pepper and salt colored hair. I could tell the man was a gym rat somehow. He has a fierce-looking face,
“Dad!? Marco?!” We both looked at each other as if we were asking each other if the other heard what one had just heard. “She must have realized it wasn’t her bed,” Theodor said soon after we heard a feminine voice calling our names one after the other. “She sounds like someone I have known or someone so close to me as a family or something with the way she would yell out my name,” I thought. “And I can’t disagree with you on that. I am beginning to feel jealous, young man!” “Huh?!” I was stunned. I did not know those words slipped off my lips and made the father hear of them. “I’m… Uhm… My apologies, sir…” I stammered in response. “What are you guys doing here?” the lady asked while rubbing her eyes off, one after the other.“Skye, honey, you should have taken more sleep. You look like a zombie, don’t you agree, Marco?” Theodor spoke with a hint of teasing to his daughter. “Dad, please…? I told you, it’s not like that. Stop it. You’re making me feel embarrassed in front of our