The Workaholic Wife ✅

The Return of the Workaholic

I pick up the phone beeping on my night stand, standing half-naked amidst the room. The caller-Id shows 'Alisha' in big white font, the background merging into a selfie of the both of us near the hospital.

I answer the call,  bringing the phone to my ear. "Krithi! We really need you." Alisha starts blabbering. "Some doctors didn't come to work today. There's a few patients who are asking for their scheduled surgeons. And we don't have a doctor for a particularly important surgery. He will ruin the name of our hospital if you don't get here on time."

"Noted. I'm on my way." I end the call, not asking any more questions.

I turn towards Aniket, biting my lip. He has two dresses in his hands, comparing the both of them. "Aniket?" I murmur, my confidence suddenly deteriorating. He spent so much time last night planning our day, and I'm going to ruin it by attending to the emergency at my hospital.

I have no choice.

"Yeah?" He mutters, striding towards me to compare the dress against my body. "How's this?" He asks. The dress is completely white, the frills at the bottom ruffled and having small wild-flower patterns in pink, green and yellow. The top of the dress was completely made of satin, giving the clothing a elite look. I realize that he bought me the dress while we were out shopping for the gala.

It's hella expensive and I'm not wearing it. I already ruined one dress; I'm not ruining another.

"Uh, it's white. White and I are no-goes. Plus, I'll look like a freaking bride."

"What about this one?" He asks, handing me a turquoise dress with a thin-strapped golden belt stitched at the middle. It'll hide the baby bump, and it's long, so it will look conservative. I guess he does have more taste than I gave him credit for.

"I like it."

"Yeah?" He asks, smiling and taking the zipper of the dress down. He takes it off the hanger, kneeling on one knee to help me with it.

He's treating me like a princess, and I have no clue why. I don't deserve his love.

"I love you, Aniket." I murmur, and he looks up at me, shocked.

"I did not expect that. What's the occasion? You
never tell me that." I wank him on his head, and he chuckles at my behavior. "You are one agressive lady when you're pregnant. To think I have to deal with eight more months of this abuse...!"

"It might be more than eight months." I announce, giving him a hint that I want more children.

He stands, towering above me. "Isn't a pregnancy supposed to be ten months? I was a math champion, woman. I think I can do basic math."

"No, my dear dunderhead. I want to get pregnant even after the twins." I bite my lip, waiting for his response.

He groans. "So, no, um, you know?"

All men are the same, then.

"I think I'll go crazy with the overflow of estrogen." I exclaim, earning a wicked grin from him.

"You're insatiable." He says, shaking his head in disapproval.

"Alright then, you try being celibate for two years." I challenge him, and he laughs.

"I'll die, instead. You're such a tease already."

I roll my eyes, overcome with frustration. I want to tell him that I can't spend the day with him, but my mouth is betraying me in this crucial moment. I want to make him happy.

But I have worked hard to maintain my hospital; if I don't go now...

"Aniket? I have to tell you something."