It wasn’t about finding a sense of belonging in my old age, but rather, my maternal instinct was becoming increasingly strong. I wanted a child of my own to love, nurture, and care for.
However, I didn’t want to settle for just any man and regret it for the rest of my life. Nor did I want to turn to anonymous sperm banks. I wanted to know who the father of my child would be. He had to be tall, handsome, intelligent, and kind.
And then… I laid eyes on Hai.
Hai was my colleague, six years my junior, working in the creative room. He was tall and had a chiseled face, but with a gentle demeanor, intelligence, and a quiet temperament. In the company, Hai was the epitome of a “good boy” who was well-liked, lived honorably, stayed away from drama, and was extremely polite. I used to consider him as a cute younger colleague… until one day, during a meeting, I was struck by the thought of how wonderful it would be if my child inherited his genes.
This idea took root and grew like a smoldering fire. I pondered it for months before arriving at a daring decision: I would actively seduce Hai. Not for love, but for a child.
After several failed relationships, I had lost faith in love. (Illustration)
I started increasing my interactions with Hai. There were unintentional shoulder touches, random lunch invitations, and occasionally, prolonged eye contact. Hai wasn’t foolish; he understood something was afoot. But what surprised me was his lack of avoidance or over-eagerness. He responded in a measured manner, as if waiting for me to make the next move.
And I did.
That evening, I messaged Hai to come to my place, claiming an urgent need to discuss an important project. When he arrived, I was dressed in a seductive yet elegant wine-colored silk nightgown. On the table was some wine, soft lighting, and mellow music. Hai looked at me, slightly bewildered, but took a seat.
After some work-related small talk, I looked him straight in the eye and confessed:
– Do you believe that I invited you here tonight because… I want to ask you for a child?
Hai was stunned. I smiled, walked closer, and placed my hand on his chest:
– I don’t expect you to marry me, nor do I seek any commitments. I just want a child with a smile like yours.
No words were exchanged after that. There were only gazes and two bodies slowly melting into each other during a night of tenderness and passion. That night, there was no love, but something very close to it.
Following that night, we didn’t discuss further plans. Hai didn’t inquire about the future, and I didn’t pressure him. Everything unfolded naturally and gently, almost as if it was… tacitly understood.
I asked Hai for a child, and he didn’t refuse. (Illustration)
Then, one night, I fell asleep on the sofa while Hai was tidying up my place. As I woke up and got up to go to my room, I accidentally knocked over his bag, and a small object rolled out—a bottle of medication.
Curious, I picked it up and, after returning it to his bag, checked online to discover it was a medication for male infertility. My whole body turned cold. I turned to look at Hai, my heart pounding. He stood there, hesitating, and finally sighed:
– You know now, don’t you?
I was speechless. Hai sat down next to me, his eyes distant:
– I found out about my condition over a year ago. The doctor said my chances of having a child naturally were almost zero. I’m undergoing treatment, but I’m not too hopeful…
Learning about Hai’s infertility, I unexpectedly shed tears. (Illustration)
I remained silent for a long time, tears unexpectedly streaming down my face, not out of disappointment, but out of compassion. Hai turned to me, took my hand, and gently said:
– I didn’t go to bed with you those nights because you seduced me or to satisfy my physical desires. It was because I’ve secretly loved you for a long time. I never thought I’d be able to have a child, but if I could, I wanted it to be with you.
My heart stirred. Two months later, a miracle happened. I was pregnant. Holding the test result, I said nothing but quietly placed it before Hai.
He read it and froze. Then, without a word, he knelt before me, took a small ring out of his pocket, which he must have prepared earlier, and stammered:
– Marry me. You’re not just the mother of my child… you’re the woman I want to spend my life with.
I burst into tears. I never imagined that my daring decision would lead to more than I had hoped for—a child and a man who truly loved me.
I once thought I only needed a child, but fate gave me a family. Perhaps love doesn’t always start with grand declarations. Sometimes, it begins with a daring decision… rooted in sincerity.
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