Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Theo, no, no!

"Please, no! Theo, where are you?

"No!"

Rosalie's eyes flew open, but all she could see was an unfamiliar, quiet room.

Her heart raced as she sat up swiftly, beads of sweat rolling down her temple. Lingering fear shone in her eyes.

She had a bad dream in which Theodore...died.

In her dream, he kept staring at her with resentment in his eyes right before he died, as if she had done something gravely wrong.

How could it be? He was probably...doing well right now, and probably had completely forgotten about her.

He refused to see her or even call or text her.

He didn't want their baby.

That man was heartless! Why should she be thinking about him every day, even to the point of dreaming about him at night?

turned her head to look outside the window. The

sunlight streamed in through

rushed in. He heard Rosalie scream and rushed

and instinctively pulled the sheets up to cover herself. Upon seeing that it was Sebastian, she heaved a sigh of relief. "Seb, I'm fine.

eyes were still filled with fear and exhaustion. She tried hard to

aglow with sunlight, but

walked over and asked with concern, "What was the nightmare about? You can tell

by

you have something bothering you," Sebastian said as he held her hands. "Childbirth is very tough, and I can sympathize with whatever you're going through. Please don't keep

feeling tears well up in her

people often use "overthinking things" as a slipshod reason to smooth things over, but Sebastian was

was always the one trying to create a fuss with him. She

him what her nightmare

the husband she truly loved was by her side, telling her such tender words. A pity that she would never get that

would spend her

husband in substance. She had to prepare

herself to

rolling down Rosalie's

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