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Three months before my due date, my husband knelt in front of me, begging me to @bort our child. Because his favorite stu//dent had a he@rt condition and needed a match with mine. “Chloe only has one he@rt! She’s still so y0ung—” He knelt there, pleading for another woman. I looked at him and felt nothing but a cold, quiet laugh. My he@rt froze, little by little. “But, Adrian,” I said softly, “I only have one he@rt too.” Just then— Chloe ran in, wrapped her arms around him from behind, laughing brightly: “Professor Carlisle, happy April Fools’ Day!” “There was never a match. I was just joking. I can’t believe you actually went to beg Natalie!” The room burst into laughter. They joked and laughed, as if nothing had happened. And I just sat there, silent. Without a word, I quietly scheduled an @bortion. At a gathering with friends, my husband, Professor Adrian Carlisle, suddenly dropped to his knees in front of me and said with visible difficulty, “Chloe’s a match for you. The surgery can’t wait.” For a moment, I was speechless, and yet I wasn’t surprised at all. “But a person only has one he@rt.” “I’ll get the best doctors in New York City to implant an artificial one for you.” “I’m only three months away from my due date.” “We can have another b@by later. This one... we need to let go.” While I was still frozen in place, a bright, ringing laugh cut through the room. “Professor Carlisle, happy April Fools’ Day!” “There wasn’t a match. I was just messing with you. I can’t believe you actually went to beg Natalie!” The room instantly came alive again as our friends started joking around. “That was way too cruel a prank. Either way, Adrian would’ve been choosing between two people he cares about.” “If Chloe told me she was a match for me, Adrian probably would’ve had me strapped to the operating table already.” Only I stayed quiet on the couch as I booked an appointment to terminate my pregn@ncy the next day. *** Adrian had never once gotten angry at Chlo
