No More Children For You
Language: en
The day I went into labor, my husband ordered the nurse to administer the third dose of labor suppressants. Sweat soaked through my hospital gown, my hair plastered to my forehead in salt-slicked clumps. I clutched his sleeve, my voice a broken rasp. “Please, Simon, I’m begging you... the doctor said if we wait any longer, the baby’s heart won’t take it. He’s in danger.” Simon’s expression was a mask of cold indifference. He didn't even flinch at the sight of my agony. “I made a promise,” he said, his voice level. “Only Norma is allowed to give birth to my firstborn.” He looked down at me,…