My breathing stagnated, I touched my belly and my thoughts drifted back to several years ago.
When he was young, Marlon also lamented the unfairness of fate.
He was a poor student sponsored by my father.
Not long after graduating from college, I had no way to pursue further studies or further education.
On the day when he knelt on the street in the heavy rain to beg for the right to bid, I held an umbrella and took him home.
A down-and-out genius, an ambitious character and an unyielding will.
Everything about him was fatally attractive to me, the daughter of the richest man.
Soon, he became the son-in-law of the richest man and embarked on a life of luck.
At that time, I never thought about being a DINK. I just wanted to have a baby because I was with him every day.
Soon, I became pregnant.
After hearing the good news, Marlon was so excited that he almost cried.
“But my parents said that the first child should have my last name and we can decide on the second and third children. Marlon, how many children do you think we should have?”
There was a subtle worry on his face as he answered, “Margret, are you really ready to be a mother? I mean. I don't want you to suffer the pregnancy, I also heard if it will hurt."
I was deeply moved and hugged him, telling him that I was not afraid.
But pregnancy was indeed hard. I had severe morning sickness and could not eat anything.
One day two weeks later, I had constant abdominal pain. Marlon was so anxious that he rushed me to the hospital, but the baby still died.
He stayed by my bed all night and the next day he hit himself with red eyes as he stated, “Margret, it's my fault. I made you suffer. Let's not have any more children. Can we be DINKs?”
“But you are the only son in your family. Marlon, I want to have a child with you. I am not afraid of this little hardship.”
I repeatedly emphasized that I was willing.
But Marlon said that I had given him too much and having me in his life was enough.
To show his loyalty, he went to the hospital to get a vasectomy that day.
As if this was not enough, he took the initiative to take safety measures every time since then.
What I did not expect was that even Marlon’s parents agreed with our decision.
After I was discharged from the hospital, they never mentioned anything about continuing the family line.
They even sent a dog for Marlon and I to raise as a child.