Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Ms. Payne, don't panic. Time is on your side. As long as you keep to the doctors' medical advice, artificial hearts might become a reality as medical science progresses. Don't be so pessimistic." Theodore's comforting words made Aurora feel slightly better.

"Mr. Spencer, I'm so sorry for bothering you and making you come over in the middle of the night."

"It's fine."

It was raining heavily outside. Theodore glanced at the raindrops clinging onto the window, and sighed.

"Ms. Payne, do you believe in telepathy?"

"Telepathy?" Aurora repeated doubtfully. "Why the sudden mention of it? Do you feel like you have telepathy with someone?"

Theodore pulled out his wallet from his pocket, and retrieved a photo of Rosalie.

"For some reason, thoughts of my wife suddenly came to mind and I feel very sad. I even feel some stomach discomfort."

Aurora leaned against the headboard, looking at Theodore's back doubtfully. "Are you missing her so much that it's messing with your mind?" Theodore sighed. "Perhaps."

He slipped the photo back into his wallet. Aurora's eyes dimmed ever so slightly.

Theodore turned around, and glanced at Aurora. "Get some rest."

"What about you?"

fall asleep. Get some rest now." Theodore returned to the couch, and

chest, which hurt so much he

up from the couch, and rushed

even have time

he would wait till she fell asleep? Why did he just leave like

-

Bam, bam!

deep in slumber when she was rudely awoken by

of bed

and looked through the peephole, only to

hurriedly opened the door. "Theo, it's so late!

immediately pulled Theodore into the house and shut

a clean towel to

you? You're all drenched, and it's

I'll get you some clean and dry clothes to

"What's the matter?"

"Where's Rose?"

"What?"

and asked in agitation, "Mom, tell me where Rose is