Chapter 8: Mine to claim
"Hello, Doctor," Ethan answered the call immediately.
"We need to begin your treatment as soon as possible," the doctor informed him.
Ethan sighed. He knew Mara wasn't ready to carry his child yet, she was still getting used to being around him.
"I'd like to store my sperm now," he said firmly.
The doctor hesitated. "I thought you didn't want just anyone carrying your child?"
"I have a wife now," Ethan replied. "When she's ready, we'll use it.
"A wife? I see... but why don't you—"
Ethan cut him off. "She's not ready. And I have an important case to focus on. Can we start the treatment next week?"
Just then, after much effort finding her way through the unfamiliar house, Mara finally located the kitchen only to overhear Ethan discussing some kind of treatment.
"What treatment? Are you sick?" Mara asked, her voice filled with concern.
Ethan quickly ended the call. "Alright, Doctor, I'll call you back." He turned to see Mara standing there in a purple dress, looking effortlessly beautiful. His eyes softened as he untied the apron around his waist.