I need a Baby!

LUCAS 

I was dumbfounded on the floor, staring at the back of the lady who had just slapped me as she worked her way out of the house. I scream angrily as I see Mother chasing her down and screaming her name.

The door was rudely opened, and I saw her boiling with rage, and I wondered why my Mother would be angry because of that girl, who she didn't know from anywhere.

"Lucas! What exactly have you done?" "I've done nothing wrong," I smirked, "and you should be by my side, that good for nothing..."

My words became stuck in my throat as I felt her hand on my cheek. She just slapped me!

"Mother, did you just slap me?" She nodded when I asked her a question. "I'll do it again if you call her names," she muttered, locking her gaze on mine while I rubbed my stinging cheek.

It's incredible! My mother slapped me, her son, simply because a stranger was looking for work.

"Instead of going around in circles, you could have told me you don't have a job. What happened to you, Lucas?"

"Nothing has come over me; I simply need to express myself. She's odd, she smoked in poverty, and I don't want that as a worker." The words spewed from my mouth.

"Lucas!!" she exclaimed. "Really!!"

As I shook my head to confirm her statement, and she looked shocked as if she received the most shocking wonder of the world.

This isn't my mother; I believe Emma had already enchanted her.

"Mother, this isn't you," I mumbled, and she glared at me while I gulped down nothing. She looked at me again before moving to the couch where she had sat earlier, picking up her small bag from it, and moving away to the front door.

"Mom, are you leaving already? Will you please spend some time with me?" I inquired, and she replied, "I had to leave because you refused my small request." 

"Lucas, you truly disappoint me. Prepare the job because I'll be back here with the girl very soon." She finished before heading outside, and I followed her.

I'm not sure why she developed such a strong interest in the girl. Even my wife laments that my mother doesn't love her, yet I am able to convince her time and time again that my mother does. I was astounded to see how protective she was of Emma.

I recognized my wife's car when it pulled into the garage as she was heading to her vehicle. My wife hurriedly exited the car and approached my mother, but like always, she was ignored.

She observed my movements as I held my two hands above my head in the 'I don't know what is happening' sign.

I had the need to drink as I entered the house and was a little angry. I made a signal to one of the nearby maids. She bowed in response to my request to "make a warm tea."

I hurriedly went from the living room to my bedroom and sat down on the bed while thinking about the lady and my Mom's feelings for her.

The brown door to my wife and I's room swung open as I watched. Before I convinced myself that Celine, my wife, who had burst in with wrath coursing through her veins, had entered, I was prepared to yell at the intruder, assuming it was the maid.

Since I'd grown accustomed to her scent, I turned to face her as she put her arms beneath her boobs.

This evening, I believe we are about to argue. I said, "Good evening, wifey," with a big smile.

I got to my feet and gave her cheek a peck. I was able to read her emotions quite well, and I am hoping that a resolution to the mother-daughter barrier will materialize soon since I am not sure how much longer I can put up with this.

"When will we put an end to this nonsense? Why is your mother not responding to my greetings? Whoa, why?" She enquired, her face awash with worry.

She has a tendency to have trouble holding back tears, so she was on the point of crying. No matter how hard she tries, she cannot control them. I drag her to the bed while holding her hand. "Celine, you don't have to do this."

"Mother was simply venting her frustrations on me in an effort to annoy you with our issue. You'd be a big gem to her, Celine." I steadily patted her back while attempting to persuade her. "Shit! Oh no! Celine." She turned to look at me when I exclaimed.

"Would you prefer to take a cold shower as your body is covered in sweat?" 

She spoke after giving her body a quick look "Really! Do I have a bad odor?"

She hurried into the bathroom to take a lovely shower without pausing to hear my responses.

That has been how I have dealt with all of her misbehavior since the day we were married, and she has dealt with mine as well. Our relationship was full of joy, happiness, anxiety, and trepidation, which we overcame with our love, and finally, disagreement.

The topic of having a baby has been the source of the most heated debate among all others.

As was stated, Celine is a well-known model who is well-known in the United States and throughout the world. Businesses are clamoring to photograph her because of her attractive attributes, which include her height, weight, and hips as well as her symmetrical face, perfect skin, and most importantly, her confidence.

One of the reasons I fell in love with her was because of her confidence, but after the wedding, the problems of not being able to have children came up, soothing her desire to maintain her body shape, curves, and even her gorgeous skin.

I finally gave in after much persuasion, but I don't think I can go on like this anymore. The fact that I am childless and the reasons why my mother has been ignoring her and being made fun of by my friends was all because of a Baby.

I'm getting older, and five years into our marriage, we still have no children.

"All done, Lucas!" she said, dropping onto the bed in nothing but a towel wrapped around her body because she had just gotten out of the shower. She took up her hair dryer and fondled it around her hair.

I was watching her closely while she did this, and then she went to her phone, skimming through her messages from friends and any other items she would need to read. 

She blushed as her sight met mine, and she rose from her bed and moved to my side. "What are you thinking?" She said this while placing her butt on my thighs and as well wrapping her arm around my shoulder. 

"It's nothing serious."

She gave me a short smile and nod before turning to face the other direction and tapping her shoulders repeatedly. Each time she does that, I am aware of what it signifies. 

It's time for a massage.

I laid my palms on her shoulders and started to massage her skin. She made a sweet moaning sound with every touch on her skin. I believe this is the ideal time to bring up the baby issue.

"When are we having our Baby?" She hit my hands from her shoulders and sat down in front of the mirror to gaze at her and my reflection as her body ached in response to my question. 

“Is that the cause of your brooding?” She questioned while selecting a massacre from her makeup bag. "Isn't it worth considering?" I retaliated by asking a query.

“Give me more time, I requested a couple more years. And my career will be over because I'm working towards a goals.” As she turned the chair to face me, she spat. 

“You keep stating that, Celine. I gave you the time you requested for and I think it's time you stop this. I'm not getting any younger, a.an.and.” I lamented as I stuttered. 

"It's been five fuçking good years!" 

"And so?" She scoffed and turned her attention away from me. I questioned whether Celine is genuinely a woman as my mother would often claim. No woman would be happy to be childless.

I believe she ought to be the one bugging me about a child, but it's the opposite. Simply because of a career, I suppose!

“Celine, look directly into my eyes! We won't drag this out any longer since I need my baby this year.”

“I need a baby!”

“I need a baby.” I yelled and slammed my hand against the nightstand.