"You missed me?" Her hand slid down to my lap and her waist swayed slightly. “Your body doesn’t seem to agree with you.”
The smooth skin of her waist under my palm made my heart race. I touched it carefully but couldn’t feel the little red mole on her side.
Could a mole disappear without a trace?
My hand kept caressing her waist and Samantha's breathing started to become erratic.
She melted her body onto me and then whispered in my ears, "Hubby, I want to have a baby with you."
My hands froze in a heartbeat.
A child?
Three years ago, Samantha was indeed pregnant with our child. The child was overdue by several days, so I drove Samantha to the hospital in a hurry and got into an accident on the way there.
I fell into a coma for two weeks and when I finally woke up, I only saw Samantha sitting by my bedside.
She told me the baby had been severely injured and died in the womb. It had to be removed.
At that time, her body was still very weak and her eyes were red from crying, but she still tirelessly cared for me and I was deeply moved by her dedication.