My husband and I loved each other very much, but just as most couples we would get into arguments. Out biggest argument always revolved around a single disagreement: children.
I wanted children, he did not.
As the years passed I had hoped he would eventually come around and warm up to the idea of having children, but he remained stubborn and wouldn’t change his mind. I reminded him that if we waited too much longer we’d never be able to conceive a child of our own, but he didn’t seem to care. I even suggested adoption and fostering children but he wouldn’t hear it. “You’re not fit to be a mother!”
His cruel words burned into my memory. I loved him. Why would he say such a thing?
I wanted to carry a baby. I wanted to have a life inside of me, a little piece of him inside of me. I love my husband but he doesn’t have the right to keep me from doing this. No one can stop me.
I threw our my birth control pills and I sabotaged his condoms as I prepared to seduce my husband into a frenzy and lovemaking and passion. My husband, who knew I was desperate for the chance to have a life inside of me, discovered my plan and rejected my advances.
My own husband said I was crazy, that I was becoming obsessed and losing my mind. I loved him so much, how could he say such a horrid thing to me? I’m his loving wife.
That night I cried. I never cried so hard in all of my life. He didn’t have the right to do this! I would have the life I so craved.
It took me a week but I had my next plan ready. This plan was foolproof, there would be nothing he could do about it. This time he wouldn’t stop me. After he returned home from work I offered him a beer after slipping a dose of crushed sleeping pills into the drink. He of course didn’t taste any of the medicine as he greedily downed the offered beer. Within twenty minutes he was in a deep sleep, practically unconscious.
I dragged my husband into our bedroom and onto the bed. I stripped off his clothes and began kissing his body all over. “You can’t take this from me.” I whispered into his ear as he remained blissfully unaware of what was about to happen to him.
Hours passed as I had my way with his body. He didn’t awaken from his drug-induced slumber. Not once did he feel my warm lips pressing constantly against his cool skin, enjoying every sensation I felt as I carefully finished my task.
The bed sheets were soaked from my night activity. But the fluid wasn’t sweat, it was blood. My husband’s blood.
I sat on the floor of the bedroom, my back leaning against the foot of our family bed. I ran my hands lovingly over my tight stomach, thrilled about the life I was now carrying. I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the life inside of me for the full nine months like most women, but the few days I had with it would be the best of my life.
It’s no easy feat to devour an entire human being in a single night. But it was worth it.
I finally have a piece of my husband inside of me.