Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie felt light-headed. "Theo, my head hurts so much. I really want to sleep.'

Theodore's eyes were filled with helplessness and sorrow. He knew that she must be exhausted, both physically and emotionally.

He gently stroked her face. "It's alright. You can sleep. I'll take care of everything else."

"Theo, he can't die! He's my savior! If it weren't for him, I would be dead. It was so terrifying when those men captured me. They wanted to hurt me. He risked his life to save me. He even took a bullet for me. Please don't let him die!" Rosalie said weakly, her eyes full of tears as she pleaded with him.

"Alright," Theodore held her tightly, whispering into her ear. "I won't let him die."

Rosalie slowly closed her eyes.

Theodore sighed and kissed her forehead. "Rose, what should I do with you?"

She was so heartbroken over another man, but he had to go along with her and promise her that man wouldn't die.

had no right to ask Rosalie for anything. He and Rosalie were already divorced, and it was he

that Rosalie had found another man, but

truly his rose, and now she was in

unable to resist lowering his head and kissing her. How

eyes open because he couldn't bear to close them. He wanted to look

was unwilling to

eyes and

a substitute to replace the woman

perhaps the dark side of human nature. Even though he knew it was

I love you." Theodore kissed her lips once more, then reluctantly let go of

was wearing and took them off, and then carried her to the shower. He used warm water to clean her body. Rosalie had stretch marks on her abdomen. Having recently given birth, there was a bit of extra flesh. Theodore gently caressed

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