CHARLES P.O.V
I tried as much as possible to not let her feel my disappointment. I didn't want anything bad to happen to her, not even now, considering her health. She had just given birth. About two months later, I could no longer hide it. She noticed my attitude, and asked me what was wrong with me.
Then, I revealed my plans to her. To my surprise, I thought she would be angry and disappointed in me, but instead she started crying and begging me that she had let me down.
I raised my eyebrows and shifted my face to the direction she was sitting. I cuddled her, cleansed her tears and stopped her from crying.
The next day, she came to me and asked me if I loved her. I replied to her, and said, "With all the organs in me, Yes, I love you."
She said she came up with an idea, and if I loved her I would follow it up without betraying her in the near future.
What was the idea, I curiously asked.
You need at least four boys to carry out your plans. I had failed to give birth to a male child. So get six women, impregnate them. At least four of them should give birth to a male child, she said.
When she finished saying that, I looked at her as if she was not in perfect condition.
What have you been eating or drinking? I asked her and she responded, nothing!
I said you wanted me to marry a woman added to you? And not just one, two, three, four, five, six women. Are you normal? I confusedly asked.
She explained better and said she's not asking me to marry them, that they will only raise me child. I still couldn't process what she was saying.
I asked her to explain further for me to understand better.
Her further explanations make me know the women will be pregnant for me, give birth and nurse the child each for about a year and the children will be mine forever.
Okay, now I understand her correctly, but how on earth would somebody, a woman, agree to such a thing?
How am I even going to introduce it to the woman, or how would I find such a person? Where to, these are the questions ringing in my far gone head.
I took my time to ask her one after the other, and she answered me one by one.
She told me there are some women who do that as a profession.
I asked her where exactly they were in America because I had not for once heard of such a thing.
She said, not in America, but there are lots of them in Italy.
Afterward, a balloon of questions wanted to burst in my brain again, and when it did, I asked her, Is it for free?
Non sei molto intelligente! She exclaimed in Italian.
She claimed I was too dumb. She said they get paid for it.
One part of my brain was erupting, manufacturing another question, and the other part was rejoicing that the future was about to start.
When the manufacturers in my brain were done with their products, boom! Another question was up.
I asked again, are these professionals you talk about getting into our marriage or not? Not to mention, we only had enough income to pay our bills.
How do we get money to pay our bills? How do we get money to pay them? Even if and, that is big if they agree to it, because I still doubt anyone would agree with such a thing.
She looked at me with pitiful eyes and angrily. She was frustrated, the questions were disturbing her and our daughter was also disturbing her.
Her clothes were pulled up by her own hand to feed the crying baby. She attended to the baby first before turning to me to answer my eager questions.
I seriously didn't know how a woman of her age then came up with such a beautiful plan. But, I took it. Fortunately, it came from her own mouth. Had it been my idea, it would have been a hell of a scenario.
MILAN'S P.O.V
With my first ever sex, I got pregnant with it. Charles trusted me and took responsibility for it.
He was so excited that he's going to be a father, he always talks about it. He's going to name his yet-to- be-born baby Benjamin. He was so sure it was going to be a boy.
Me, on the other hand, I had this Italian girl's name that I love so much. I was going to name her Vesta. And, I did name her Vesta when I gave birth.
Charles loved Vesta and me so much, and after two years, we were set to have our second child.
When I gave birth to my second child, Charles was clearly not happy. Maybe it's because of the money to take care of us, because he was earning little then.
I had to call him and ask what was troubling him.
Charles, I am always smiling each time I remember his loving attitude, his reaction then.
He didn't want me to be offended. He sat me down and expressed how much he loved me, how much he loved our dear children, and he started narrating his plan of how he would have been the new Robin Hood had I managed to bore him male children.
He spoke so much about how to take from the corrupted rich people and give to the poor, and making himself become rich through the process.
The differences between him and that of Robin Hood are, he would be a billionaire because of that. He would make use of his own children in the army, and he would do it without people knowing he was behind it.
When you love people, you are going to accept them with their flaws and not notice a single mistake from them.
I loved Charles so much, when he told me about the plan and I realized I had failed him, I had to think of how to make the plan come to reality.
Just the second day, I came up with the idea. The idea was hard for him to accept at first, but due to the love he had for our family, he trusted me and accepted it.
The only thing that baffled him was the money to finance the project. So I had to travel to Italy.
I am the only child of my parents. My mom got married to somebody else when my father died.
The properties of my late father are majorly mine now. That plan of my beloved Charles was the reason I traveled to Italy to sell some properties and be able to finance our project.