I didn’t refuse when my husband proposed an unusual arrangement for our marriage. He wanted to split everything 50/50, from living expenses to having children. He even insisted I give birth to quadruplets – two boys and two girls. I agreed to his unreasonable demands for one simple reason: I’m a seahorse humanoid. Not only can I get pregnant, but I can also make men pregnant. The day before we got our marriage license, my boyfriend Ryan suddenly handed me a contract. “Let’s split everything 50/50 after we get married,” he said. “We’ll each pay half for the house, car, and daily expenses. We’ll even alternate days for housework.” “We’ll split all living costs, including raising kids. I won’t buy an engagement ring, and you don’t need to bring any dowry. We’ll just get the license, no ceremony.” I took the paper and skimmed it. It detailed the 50/50 arrangement, from major purchases like a house down to toothpaste. Even for having children, it clearly stated we should have four – preferably two boys and two girls, each of us raising two. This way, it would be fair for both of us. I frowned slightly at the paper, but before I could speak, Ryan continued: “Samantha, this is for your own good. Your family is well-off, but I’m an orphan. I don’t want people to think I’m with you for your family’s money.” “When couples keep finances clear, life goes more smoothly.” Ryan looked sincere, as if this decision was unavoidable. “I’m not disagreeing, but isn’t having four children at once a bit difficult?” I asked. Hearing my partial agreement, Ryan smiled. “I’ve already looked into it. With fertility drugs, multiple pregnancies are possible. If we don’t get four, we can try again. If we get more than four, we can reduce the number.” He talked about terminating pregnancies as casually as buying groceries. I was still concerned. “But carrying so many babies is really hard on the body. This 50/50 split doesn’t seem fair at all.” “Samantha, that’s not right. Don’t all women have children? Even without me, you’d be having kids for someone else,” Ryan argued. “I’m already being generous by proposing to split things. Many men expect the woman to have all the children and pay all the expenses, even for raising kids.” His face was flushed, as if I was getting some great deal. I made a troubled face. Seeing that being forceful wasn’t working, Ryan switched to an emotional appeal. He took my hand tenderly. “Samantha, don’t worry, I absolutely won’t let you suffer. Once you’re pregnant, I’ll take great care of you.” “You know how much I love you. If I could carry the babies myself, I definitely wouldn’t let you go through this.” Hearing this, I suddenly looked up. “What if you could get pregnant? Would you be willing to carry half the babies?” Ryan was stunned for a few seconds, then laughed. “If I could get pregnant, of course you’d carry two and I’d carry two.” I nodded. “Okay, then add that to the contract. For however many children I carry, you have to carry the same number.” Ryan thought I was just being childish, but he actually added it to the end of the contract. We signed two copies. After signing, I suddenly became cheerful. “Ryan, we agreed, okay? When the time comes, we’ll each carry our own babies. No one can terminate the pregnancies.” Ryan clapped and laughed loudly. “Samantha, you’re so cute. I’m a man, how could men possibly get pregnant?” How could they not? We male seahorse humanoids get pregnant. As times have changed, we’ve evolved. Now we can not only make men pregnant, but also get pregnant ourselves. So I thought Ryan was a genius for coming up with the idea to each carry half the babies. My parents originally didn’t like me marrying a human, thinking we wouldn’t have enough children with a human. But this was great – now we could have even more kids.
As agreed, we only got the marriage license without a ceremony. So the next day after getting licensed, Ryan helped me move all my things into our new house. The first thing Ryan did after we moved in was give me two small pills. “What are these?” I asked. “They’re fertility drugs. Baby, didn’t you forget we’re aiming for quadruplets?” I hadn’t forgotten, I just didn’t think Ryan would be in such a rush. I hesitated, “Isn’t it too much pressure to have kids right away?” After all, Ryan and I had just gotten married. We’d bought the car and house in cash, using up all my savings. Moreover, he wanted multiple babies, which would be extra taxing on the body. We seahorse humanoids get pregnant easily. Four babies in one pregnancy is no problem – we could even handle ten. But for humans, carrying so many would likely cause issues. Ryan patted his chest reassuringly. “It’s no problem, Samantha. It’s better to have kids early. If you wait until you’re older, it’ll be harder to recover after giving birth.” “But we can’t take care of them now – we both have to work. Who would watch the babies?” I pointed out. Ryan was an orphan; his parents had passed away when he was 18. According to him, we’d each take care of two children. He had no parents to help, so it would be hard to even rest after giving birth. I was about to try persuading him to reconsider. Ryan’s face darkened. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you? We’ll have to face these issues sooner or later. If you can’t solve them now, how will you solve them in the future?” Faced with his aggressive tone, I narrowed my eyes and agreed decisively: “Fine! Let’s do it then.” Hearing my words, Ryan became all smiles. He held out the pills. “Then take these, wife.” I didn’t take them. “I won’t take those. I’ve heard these drugs have side effects. I’ll ask my mom to prescribe something healthier.” My parents are both doctors, which Ryan knew. He thought for a moment. “That’s fine if you don’t take them, but you’ll have to pay me back for these pills I bought you.” His attitude made me uncomfortable. Even in our seahorse clan, there were no male seahorses who nitpicked like this. But thinking about how he was willing to carry four babies for me, I held back and asked the price, then transferred the money to him. I thought that would be the end of it, but Ryan started calculating other expenses with me. “Honey, you haven’t paid me for moving today.” I was surprised. “You want money for moving too?” Ryan acted like it was obvious: “You have so much stuff, hiring movers would cost at least $1000. I put in all that effort, so $500 should be enough.” He acted like I was getting a great deal, which both angered and amused me. I crossed my arms. “Is there anything else? Just tell me all at once instead of asking bit by bit.” Seeing how understanding I was, Ryan looked pleased. He opened his laptop and typed up an itemized list of expenses for me. As expected of an accountant, the list was shockingly detailed. He even calculated the cost of the A4 paper I was holding to two decimal places. I looked through it item by item, finally stopping at one charge in disbelief: “Ryan, are you that desperate for money? You’re charging me for making babies?” Ryan chuckled. “I’m putting in more effort for that, you know. Hiring someone outside would cost hundreds. I’m only charging you $5 – that’s a bargain.” “Of course, if you put in the effort, I’d pay you too.” Ryan was very handsome – I’d fallen for him at first sight. But even the most attractive face becomes disgusting when filled with calculation. I took out my phone and transferred the total amount. Ryan grinned so widely his eyes nearly disappeared. He kissed my cheek. “You’re the best, honey.” Then he started getting handsy with me. “Now I can provide my services.” I stopped him. “We’ve settled your accounts. Shouldn’t we settle mine now?”
Ryan froze. “What do you need to settle?” I grinned. “You broke one of my glass bottles while moving today. That bottle cost $2000, but $1000 is fine.” “What kind of glass bottle costs that much?” “It was handmade in Italy. If you don’t believe me, I’ll show you the receipt.” I found the receipt – it actually cost $2300. Ryan pouted, clearly unwilling to pay. “Honey, we’re family now. Do we really need to be so exact? I didn’t know the bottle was so expensive.” How ridiculous. He didn’t think we were family when he was charging me for paper, but now we’re suddenly family. I quoted his words back to him: “Honey, this is for your own good. When accounts are clear, life goes more smoothly.” Faced with my firm attitude, Ryan reluctantly transferred the money. Not only had he not made money, he’d lost quite a bit. I took the money, then climbed onto Ryan’s lap with a flirtatious smile. “Now you can service me, honey.” Ryan had just lost money and clearly wasn’t in the mood. But he couldn’t resist my persistent advances for long. Just as he was about to go further, I stopped him again. “Wait.” Ryan was confused. “Wait for what? You’re not going to charge me too, are you?” Look at this man. He was the one who first suggested charging for this, yet he got all sensitive when it was turned back on him. I’m not as petty as he is. I took out a small capsule. “Take this.” “What is it?” “Didn’t you agree to split the baby-carrying with me? This will let you get pregnant.” Ryan was impatient and started kissing me again. “Don’t joke around, honey. There’s no such thing as a pill to make men pregnant. Let’s get to business.” The more eager he was, the more I refused to let him touch me. Ryan had no choice but to swallow the capsule. “There, happy now?” His kisses landed on my body. “I know you’re upset about me suggesting we split everything. I’ll go along with you today, but don’t joke around with cold medicine in the future.” So Ryan thought I was just messing with him. He didn’t know that tiny capsule was our seahorse pregnancy sac. Once he swallowed it, the sac would implant in his belly and grow like a woman’s uterus. Two months later, I still hadn’t gotten my period. When I told Ryan I might be pregnant, he was so excited he started jumping around. He grabbed my hand, insisting we go to the hospital for a check-up. “Honey, my parents said if I’m pregnant, we should go to their hospital for discounted check-ups,” I said. According to our agreement, we’d split prenatal care costs. Hearing there was a discount, Ryan was even happier. When we got to my parents’ hospital and Ryan learned my parents were the directors, his jaw dropped in shock. “Samantha, didn’t you say your parents were doctors and you had a bunch of siblings, with you being the only girl?” I nodded. My parents were doctors, but they’d become so successful they’d opened their own hospital. And it was true we had a lot of kids in the family. Seahorses can have many offspring. I’m called Samantha because I’m my parents’ 39th child. The 38 before me are all brothers who don’t work. Ryan had always assumed my family must be poor after having so many boys. He thought I was the type to support my brothers, and would use his money to help my family. That’s why he insisted on splitting everything – he wanted to distance himself from my birth family. Seeing such a big enterprise, he looked regretful. “Why didn’t you tell me your family was so rich?” “You never asked.” I took Ryan straight to the OB/GYN department. My dad was an obstetrics specialist. We did an ultrasound. It didn’t take long for my dad to confirm. “You’re pregnant.” “How many?” Ryan asked eagerly. “Four.” Ryan asked again: “Boys or girls?” My dad shook his head. “It’s too early to tell.” Even though we didn’t know the genders, Ryan was overjoyed. He hugged me tightly. “You’re amazing, honey! It would be great if it’s two boys and two girls.” I nodded, then reminded him: “Honey, let my dad check you too. Didn’t you say your stomach hasn’t been feeling well lately?” Ryan had been feeling nauseous and having acid reflux the past few days. Learning my dad could check stomach issues too, Ryan lay down on the exam table. My dad pressed on his belly for a while, then gave his diagnosis. “Hmm, also four.”
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