CHARLES AND DAUGHTERS

Charles point of view. 

I tried as much as possible to not let her feel my disappointment. 

I don't want anything bad to happen to her, not even now, considering her health.

My wife had just given birth about two months ago, and I could no longer hide the pains in me. 

She noticed and asked me what went wrong with me.

I had no choice but to reveal to her all my plans that had failed and makes me feel sober.

I was surprised because I thought she would be angry and disappointed in me, but instead, she was 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 if I loved her. I replied to her with "Yes dear, with all the organs in me!".

She told me she had come up with a plan, and if I loved her, I would follow it up and not betray her in the future.

What is the plan I asked?

She replied with..."You need at least four boys to carry out your plan. I failed to raise boys, so we would get six women. You would impregnate them. Four of them should give birth to a boy!"

When she finished saying that, I looked at her as if she was insane.

What have you been eating or drinking? I asked.

And she confidentially answered me, "Nothing!" 

I asked her if she really wanted me to marry another person, and not just one. Two. Three. Four. Five, six women.

I was finding it hard to see if she was in the right state.

She explained better and said she's not asking me to marry any of them, but to sign contracts with them, and they would raise a child for me, each one of them.

I again found it hard to understand her or wanted to do that. I asked her to explain further.

Her further explanations make me know the six women will only get pregnant and raise a child for me each.

She meant just a year contract, so each one of them could nurse the child properly, and afterward, the child would be mine forever.

Okay!, now that I understand her correctly, I started thinking about how on earth somebody would agree to that.

How am I even going to introduce it to any woman, or how could I find such a person, where to find her?

Those are the questions ringing in my far-gone head.

I took my time to ask her one after the other, and she responded one after the other.

She told me there are women who do that as a profession.

I asked where exactly they were in America because I had not for once heard of it.

She said those types of women are not in America, but there are lots of them in Italy. 

Afterward, a balloon of question wanted to burst in my brain again, and when it did, I asked her if those people she's talking about would do such a thing for free.

"Non sei molto intelligente!" She exclaimed.

She claimed I was too dumb, she said they are professionals, and they would 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 questions, another question was up.

I asked again if these professionals of hers were not getting into our marriage, and we only had enough income to pay our bills.

I was baffled about, even if anyone agreed with that, how are we going to pay them.

I was still in so much doubt that anyone would agree with it.

She looked at me pitifully and angrily. She was frustrated. The questions are disturbing her and our daughter is also disturbing her.

Her cloth was pulled up by her own hand so she could feed the crying baby.

She attended to the baby first before turning to me to answer my eager, disturbing questions.

I seriously don't know how a woman of her age then came up with such an idea, but I took it.

Thankfully, it was an idea of hers. Had it been mine, she could have got mad.

Milan's point of view.

With my first ever sex, I was pregnant. Charles trusted me, he wanted me, and he took responsibility for it.

He was so excited that he was going to be a father, he always talked about it. He was 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, theirs this Italian name that I love, and I was going to name the child if it was a girl.

I was going to name her Vesta. And I did name her Vesta when I gave birth to a girl.

He loved Vesta and I so much, and after two years, we were set to welcome our second child.

When I gave birth to the second child, Charles was clearly not happy.

Maybe because of the financial situation we were in at the time. I had to call him and ask him what troubles him.

He later explained to me, his attitude always put a smile on my face each time I remember that.

It was because he didn't want me to be offended, he sat me down and expressed how much he loved me, how much he loved our children and started narrating his plan to me.

His plans for how he's going to be the new Robin Hood, how to get from the corrupted rich ones and give to the poor while making himself a huge billionaire from it.

The difference from that of Robin Hood's was that he would get rich from it, and he wanted to make use of his own sons, and do it secretly.

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 of his plan, I realized I had failed him. I had to think of how the dead plan of his would come back to life.

Just the second day, I came up with the idea that he should sign contracts with women to raise his child.

The idea he couldn't accept easily due to the love he had for me, but because he loved and trusted me, he accepted it anyway.

The only thing that baffles him now is the money to finance the project.

Weeks later, I traveled to Italy. I am the only child of my parents. All the property my father left was mine. My mother got married to another man.

I sold some properties, and we have money to finance the projects now, my husband's plan of long ages.