Novel & Cerita My Husband, Her Eggs, My Womb

The Lorne family had tried to settle the betrothal and let me go but after Selene died, I was her replacement to make babies for the Lorne family, which in my case, is more depressing. Mason didn't want the marriage, but technically he as forced into the marriage, his family adored me but that was my last ticket, if I do not bear children for Mason, I could be discarded, and yes i love Mason so much despite all these. I want to believe the universe is out for me. I could bear it, I had to leave before anyone recognizes me here with Grandma. Just as I stood up about to leave the door opened and my husband walked in with a packaged fruit basket in his hands, the smile on his face immediately d

"I can feel it inside me. I can feel your egg in my womb." The first of many. The voice sounds pleased. Your body is accepting it perfectly. You were made for this, Kira. Then another egg. And another. Each one passes through my cervix with a stretch that makes me gasp and moan, each one settling into my womb alongside its siblings, each one making me feel more complete, more full, more perfectly used. You're doing so well. The voice croons praise as the eggs keep coming, one after another in a steady stream. Taking them so beautifully. Each one makes you more mine. Each one seals our bond. Each one makes you more of a mother.

he whispered pushing his erection in her with her legs spread apart and him facing her directly to her face. “I have longed for this…” she said weakly feeling him thrust himself inside her continually, she felt satisfied in a very long time considering how her husband always brought up the baby excuse every time they were supposed to fuck. If you don’t get what you want where you are you go get it somewhere else.

He raised his eyebrows. "You're the best husband in the world. I'm so surprised that you don't hate me because I told you I don't have a womb. Some men get divorced with their wives because she's barren." Jayda sniffed. She knew she was getting too emotional which was something she hadn't done in ages. "I'm not 'some men'. I'm your husband and I promise to love you till the end of time. I'll forever love and cherish you, my queen." He kissed her forehead and she deepened the kiss on his lips.

I sigh as I place my hand on the womb. "This is an artificial womb, My eggs have been harvested and fertilised with King Halturian's sperm." "Wow! Just wow.! Sasha says as she comes to stand by my side. "Are you mad at me?" I whisper, Sasha stands beside me, placing her hand over mine she smiles as she says. "Oh, Megan, your my best friend in the whole world I could never be mad at you. I think what your doing is pretty amazing and very selfless. How long before you know if it's viable?"

I could not hold back my laughter anymore when I heard their careful plotting. How ironic. The “biological” child they wanted so desperately was now growing within me. For the past five years, whenever he returned home tired from work, I took the fertility drugs like clockwork, all to increase my chances of conceiving. The doctor said my ovaries were not the healthiest, so I went jogging every morning and carefully watched my diet. They said my hormones were lacking, so I withstood the side effects of the constant injections. I willingly tolerated the mood changes and scars on my arm.

James raised a brow. “Of course I’m not disappointed,” she rushed on, the words tumbling out faster and faster. “What’s there not to like anyway? I mean—my husband is rich and handsome and kind, and I’m pretty sure his heart is made of solid gold. Any woman would be lucky—no, fortunate—to stand by your side. And so what if we can’t have a child? That’s not even a big deal. There are so many couples in the world who live perfectly full lives without one. Entire lifetimes. Happy ones.” She barely paused to breathe.

Then she whispered, “You can confide in me Miss Gloria, tell me anything bothering your mind about this baby. I will always help you. Or you don’t have any money to pay for the check up?” I felt a warm hand encircling my heart as she said this. In the next moment, I let it all out immediately. “Dr Lucy I regret opting for this insemination now I am stuck” I sobbed truthfully and regretfully. “My husband damaged my womb with abortion pills and thinks I’m now dead. Lost my job just after gettting the insemination done, so I think of asking the semen donor of a f*e or…… The I broke into sobs. She stood up from her seat and came over to my side and patted my back gently, “You are not the only on

I smiled weirdly and cut him off, “What are you saying? What gynecologist? Why do…” “Your womb? Have you forgotten that it's cold? Or you don't want to talk about it? Your husband said he doesn't mind if you can't give birth, and he wants me to draft a good plan for you. Now I was able to contact a better doctor that can treat you. You married a good man!!” He said, with a smile. His words slammed into me, sharp as glass. I felt the walls closing in, my breath quickening. I took a step back, shaking my head. “Please… what are you saying..…”