“And in his search history, he was asking if cooking with Black women could transmit AIDS.”
The voice cursed and then warned me urgently:
“Stay away from him and get a full medical check-up right now!”
Then came the rustling sound of movement.
“Wait for me—I’m flying back immediately!”
The call had barely ended when my phone buzzed with a friend request.
The avatar was a chibi devil girl.
As soon as I accepted, a message popped up:
“Being a mom without labor pain feels great, doesn’t it?”
I was still puzzled when the doorbell rang.
My husband walked in carrying a large cardboard box.
“Sweetheart, surprise!
“It’s Valentine’s Day today, and I got you a special gift. Open it, quick!”
He placed the box on the coffee table in front of me.
I froze for a second, thinking maybe I had misunderstood him.
After all, he had never been this thoughtful on Valentine’s Day before.
With a hint of hope, I carefully unwrapped the box.
The next second, a piercing cry nearly shattered my eardrums.
My eyes widened in disbelief as I looked inside.
It was a dark-skinned infant.
The baby’s mouth was wide open, crying at the top of his lungs.
“Well? Do you like it?”