Trapped with a Doctor

Chapter 339 Extra Story No.9 About Nicole Si

When I came home, I found my father's face had darkened with anger. He intended to ask Sven for an

explanation, but I stopped him.

Shortly afterwards, I had to come back from America due to my pregnancy.

I was a gentlewoman in everybody's eyes, a real graceful lady from the upper class. Unlike Jane or

Angela, who were lively and out-going, I was always quiet and even a bit withdrawn. What's more,

Sven was about seven years younger than me. I really couldn't see what it was about me that attracted

him.

Some said it was about the money. But I knew deep in my heart that my family's fortune was the last

thing he wanted from me.

Although he was only 22 years old at that time, he had already stood out in the medical industry.

Everyone knew that, his own talent plus the support from his father had given him a promising future.

From the way he treated his sister Angela, I could tell that his future wife would definitely be dearly

loved.

It turned out that I was right.

He had really been treating me well.

I was a dull and boring person, while he had a great sense of humor. He would amuse me every day,

turning my zipped smile into a good laugh.

When I turned 30, our first son was born.

Men around me, younger or elder, including my father, Samuel, Eason, Chuck, Daniel and Jerry… all

had one thing in common.

They preferred girls to boys.

Sven was among them, and he had wanted a daughter very much.

It was a pity that our second child was a boy as well. We named him Stan.

However, I had never seen any sort of disappointment or dissatisfaction in Sven's eyes. He was still

nice to me, as always.

Knowing how much he wanted to have a daughter saddened me, as I wasn't able to fulfil his wishes.

So I suggested to have another baby.

But Sven refused. He said, since I was over 30, it would be harder for me to give birth than when I was

younger, thus we would have to consider greater risks if we wanted to go through with it.

He hated the thought of putting me in any danger.

He held me in his arms and comforted me gently, "It doesn't matter that we don't have a girl. You see,

Daniel has two daughters, Jerry and our other friends have daughters, too. We can pretend to be their

foster parents once in a while, and then we can send them back when we are contented. Isn't it a better

idea?"

He matched his actions with his words.

The fact that we didn't have a daughter did no harm to our marriage.

At most he would chew the boys out angrily by saying, "Just my luck to have you two brats!"

My father was once cool and handsome, and my mother was beautiful. But by the time I was nearly 40,

many grey hairs started to show themselves on their heads.

Against my mother's wishes, my father took her along to the hair salon, and dyed their hair black. This

took years off their faces instantly.

They looked like they were 50 again, while in fact they were nearly 70 years old.

They were even energetic to visit Damascus just last week, And had brought us rose essential oil and

skin care products as gifts when they returned from their trip.

For decades, they had been planting roses themselves every year. The essential oil was made exactly

from those roses.

It was not long after Angela gave birth to Pauline that I was pregnant again.

Seeing the shock and astonishment all over Sven's face amused me quite a lot. I grinned.

While Angela was still expecting her baby, her ultrasound test showed that it was a girl. Sven was very

happy to know that, as if it were our own baby daughter.

So I knew just how badly he wanted a daughter. He had simply put the idea off for my safety.

I went to America before I decided to get myself pregnant again, and had secretly consulted other

gynecologists about my fertility chances.

When the test results came out, the doctor told me that, although I had already given birth to two

children, my uterus had recovered quite well. And since it was taken good care of afterwards, we

wouldn't encounter any major problems if I ever wanted to conceive another child.

The only requirement was that I would have to take good care of myself during the pregnancy, and

would have to take antenatal examinations often.

I told her that my husband was a doctor.

She said that it would make things a lot easier then. There would be very little risk if he kept an eye on

me.

So, I used a pimple pin to poke holes in all of our condoms.

The last time I knelt down in front of a Buddha statue was after my mother had delivered my brother

and sister.

I had also been doing good deeds by paying for the reconstruction and maintenance of the temples, as

well as helping orphans and the elderly, etc.

I knelt in front of the Buddha statue again when I was turning 40.

I was risking my life for this pregnancy. I prayed so that the Buddha would take pity on Sven and bless

our home with a lovely daughter.

After the sudden surprise, Sven went back to our bedroom to check the condoms, without saying a

word.

I followed him and was deeply moved at his reactions. I had no regrets in getting pregnant again at the

age of 40, because my man hadn't had the slightest doubt about my loyalty upon learning of my

sudden pregnancy. After all, we had been using condoms.

As expected, he found out what I had done to those condoms. He was furious.

As I recalled, we hadn't had any quarrels for quite a long time.

Sven was always very humorous and gentle, and he seldom got angry. But this time, he really blew up.

Forcefully throwing the condoms into the trash can, he shouted at me with a grim expression, "Why

didn't you talk with me about it before taking such an important decision? Do you have any idea that

you have reached the advanced maternal age once you're above 35? What if you…"

I went over, slipped my arms into his and said, "Don't you have confidence in your own medical skills,

Sven?"

Soon his anger simmered down, "It's not about my medical skills…"

"Honey, time to put your medical skills to the test!" I stuck out my tongue at him playfully.

After years' of his excessive love for me, I had learned to be a little girly, to act cutesy, or even be Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

mischievous.

Though I had turned 40 and he was 33 that year, he still spoiled me as if I were a child.

"Nicole!" He helplessly called my name, grasping my hand.

I stood on tiptoe and brought my face closer to his and comforted him, "Take a look at that super star;

wasn't she in her fifties when she had her first child? And the auntie living nearby, who gave birth to her

second child at the age of 48. I am only 40, why can't I have another? Or is it because you will dislike

me if I, at this age, fail to get my body back into shape after the childbirth?"

He took me in his arms and said, "Nicole, I do want a daughter, but not to the extent of risking your

health or even your life."

I giggled and asked, "So it's because you can't afford a third then?"

Sven went speechless.

I had not only enraged Sven, but also my parents and my parents-in-law. They had been doting on me,

but they joined forces and gave me a good scolding this time.

However, when I was being blamed, Sven came and backed me up immediately. He stepped in front of

me to take the fall, "It was all because of my carelessness. Nicole is not to blame for this."

I looked at the man standing in front of me with tears in my eyes. I knew at that moment, that I would

not regret making this decision.

The Buddha had really smiled upon me. I took a test when I was four months pregnant. It WAS a girl.

The smile on Sven's face had really satisfied me.

Sasha was born in the winter. The whole family had been busy taking care of me, in case I caught a

cold or got too tired.

You know why we named her Sasha?

Because Sven thought that I was silly to take this risk, and wanted to mark my foolish yet brave

decision. But I just couldn't allow him to call her SILLY, so I chose a homophone for it.*

(*TN: Their daughter's name Sasha sounds like silly in Chinese)

Isn't he a mischievous man?

Her family name was Si, Together it would make Sasha Si.

I did like the name.

From then on, Sven, Nicole, Kerr, Stan and Sasha

Made a family of five and lived happily together.

I am Nicole, I am very happy to have married Sven.

And I hope you can also meet someone who will love you, protect you and dote on you forever.