Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Yvonne drove Rosalie to the hospital. Rosalie kept checking the time, feeling anxious. "Vonnie, can you drive faster?"

"Rosalie, I know you want to see him, but calm down. There's a speed limit. If I go too fast and we get stopped by the traffic police, you won't be able to see him."

Rosalie took a deep breath. She was indeed too anxious. She was about to see Theodore, and the closer the moment came, the more anxious she felt.

"The weather was fine just a moment ago, and now it's raining again," Yvonne remarked as she noticed the water droplets on the windshield. She turned on the wipers. Rosalie turned her head to look at the rain hitting the window, and a wave of sadness suddenly washed over her. She even felt a strong sense of unease.

"Rose, when you see him, what do you plan to say?" Yvonne asked.

Rosalie shook her head. "I don't know. My mind is a mess. Right now, I just want to see him. I guess the first thing I'd do is apologize."

"But what if he doesn't accept your apology? He doesn't even want to see you, but you're still going to visit him. What if he shuts the door in your face?" "Then I'll speak to him from outside the door."

She had to tell Theodore that she was pregnant. She could no longer keep this from him. She had to tell him herself.

This message wasn't something anyone else could relay. If Theodore found out from someone else, who knew what kind of reaction he might have.

Everyone else knew-except him.

had to be the one to tell him. Even if he got angry, at least

from the southern

through the

screech, Rosalie's body jolted, but thankfully, she

in thought and unaware of what had

She unbuckled her seatbelt, grabbed an

someone near the front of the car. It seemed someone had suddenly darted

he didn't appear to be seriously injured,

over to the window and said, "Rose, it's raining outside. Stay in the

looks pretty upset,"

you promised me you'd listen

Rosalie nodded.

and continued talking. After a while, the man took out his phone and made a call, preventing

Rosalie was growing increasingly

she watched

Time was ticking by. They were