Serendipity

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If only her eyes could roll to the floor.

Six years!?

Can a man survived that long without sex?!

"Your fucking with me!"

He just rise one brow at her.

"Your kidding? Why was I... i mean your wife doing? Is she crazy? Are you crazy? Your a married man! And even if she didn't want you im sure you didn't have problems finding a willing participant with it." She was mind blown.

"I abhorred adultery. I don't care about anyone but in my self i loathe the act. We were not physically compatible back then and we didn't enticed each other. We only have to produced an heir so we try in our wedding night. But it didn't happened again. But now..."

She holds her breath.

"Now.. there are something fuck up that made me want to take you countlessly even if you look about to break even to a smallest touch. And you will break. I fuck hard."

Now she was convinced even her jaw will roll to the ground.

She cleared her throat to clear her head. She was in minutes to rip all her cords and i.v drip. Even her catheter just to do what he was saying.

Is she really not attracted to him then? When at now she was on fire just hearing his words.

She choose to stay silent and watch the show on t.v about some delicious looking cooking the woman showing.

He now proceeded to busy himself with his phone and after a few minutes of secretly looking at him and contemplating his word she remembers something.

"Who's cupcake?" She blurted out.

He looked up at her then type some in his phone. He stood up at show her a picture.

A cute girl with cute baby teeth fully displayed with crazy shiny black curls and a tiara made of small flowers.

"Maggie. Our 4 year old daughter."

Something squeezes her heart. She grabs his phone and looked intently.

She grabs a handful of her hair and saw they both have crazy curls. Only hers in shade of maroon. Red and brown smash together.

She looked almost in full minute and he swipe the screen to another picture.

Every picture the girl has are precious and she seem cheerful.

A tear slip past her eyes. She wipe it and she was surprised.

He is staring intently at her. Studying her, if she was acting or not.

She looked up at him. Teary eyed and begging.

"Am I really her? Am i Margo? Am i really the mother of this child? Uriel? I really want to be her mother.." she sob. Her voice crack and she hug the phone to her chest and continued sobbing. Something deep inside her are broken. She can feel it. And this child can heal it.

He leave her in there. Uriel was thinking deeply. Something is really different in her. He opened the door and looked at his men. Her sobbing is still can be heard. His men can hear her but didn't react.

"Tell the others to hurry the test and bring Margaret here at the hospital."

"No! Please..." Margo cried.

He looked at her confused.

"I..." Sob " i dont want her to see me like this... it may scare her... i want her to see me healthy and ok... "

" as you want." He nods at the guards and one walks quickly away.

Uriel closes the door and sat again.

"Im sorry... i don't know what came over me. Here.." she gave back his phone.

She then proceeded to lay down then turn away from him.

Her shoulders still shake but soon sleep took her.

He waited for the result as he watches some news. Then his men knock.

He holds an envelope. Uriel took it and motion to the men to leave. He stood at the foot of her bed as he opened and read it.

A heavy, cleansing breath whoosh out of him. Every tension release.

Positive. The woman in this bed is his wife. Margo. And his so fucking relieve about it.