We were both placed on a strict diet, both given specific guidelines, and rules. Our husbands watched us like hawks everywhere we went and made sure that if they weren't in our presence, the guards had to follow protocol. If they didn't… they would face consequences.
Why were we both placed on those strict rules?
Simple.
We both were at risk, if we did something wrong, our bodies would give out or we would lose the egg. So we did what we could, I would lie at first it was easy and exciting but after a while, it became nerve-wracking. Yet time passed as we found ourselves focusing on our private businesses. It was easier to handle compared to the mafia work, so at least it made our husbands back off a bit.
Six months passed and the surgery was successful… soon she would be in my arms… yes you read right.
She
