Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Dawn broke over the city.

Rosalie slowly opened her eyes, feeling a little woozy. She turned around to glance at the clock, and saw that it was six and a half in the morning.

Suddenly, she recalled something and immediately sat up on the bed. She rubbed her eyes, threw off the sheets, and got out of bed. When she arrived at the living room, she saw her baby lying on the couch, his two hands waving in the air. She hurriedly approached him. "Darling."

Just then, Theodore walked out of the kitchen. "Rose, you're awake."

Rosalie looked up to see Theodore donning an apron. "Did...did you not leave the entire night?"

"The baby refused to fall asleep so I stayed on. He slept a little when the sky started turning bright. Seems like he's awake again now."

"Why didn't you wake me up?" She didn't expect him to stay through the night.

"You were so sound asleep, why would I wake you up? You're really tired, too. Go sleep a while longer. I'll call you up when breakfast is ready. Don't worry about the baby, he's very obedient. I've also just fed him milk and changed his diaper."

"Theo, were

a short nap, don't worry

breakfast. I'll call you when it's ready. It's still early, anyway. You can

through preparing breakfast." With that, Theodore stepped

to call him, but he shut the kitchen door. She had no choice but

wrong? Are you bent on making things difficult

giggled, a cheeky glint flashing past

would never bear to

a toy in front of Steve who smiled gleefully at

washroom. After about ten minutes, she walked out of the washroom

asleep; she carefully felt his forehead, heaving a sigh of relief when she found that

ask Theodore

need, it's almost ready. Wait for a while