He was driving at full speed, his right hand gripping the steering wheel while his left struggled in vain to free his hair from his wife's iron grip. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he tried to maintain control, his voice gentle yet desperate:

"Calm down, my love, we're almost there!"

But his words were nothing more than a whisper lost in the storm of her screams. Her sobs grew louder, her eyes burned with fury, and her fingers tightened around his hair as if punishing him for every bad decision he'd ever made.

"Calm down? You bastard! We agreed on one child, not twins! Why don’t you give birth in my place?!"

His body tensed at her words, but before he could respond, she let out another wail, pounding her fist against the seat.

"Nooooo! I want to give birth NOW! Tell your children to delay their arrival—I’m not ready yet!"

He glanced at her, bewildered, trying to find a logical response amidst the chaos of her anger, but she wasn’t done. She glared at him, her voice dripping with furious defiance:

"And since you love children so much, why don’t you buy yourself a womb and give birth instead of me, huh?!"

He nearly lost control of the car, gasping in shock.

"Buy a womb?!"