“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.