Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Justin continued knocking on the door. "Rose, may I come in?"

There was still no response, and Steve kept crying.

Feeling uneasy, he opened the door. Inside, he saw Steve crying in the cradle.

Justin immediately picked him up. "It's okay, Steve. I'm here. Don't be afraid."

He heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. The glass door was fogged over, indicating that Rosalie was inside taking a shower. She must not have heard the baby crying.

But the baby was crying so loudly-why hadn't she noticed?

Justin didn't think too much of it. He gently rocked Steve, trying to soothe him.

"Steve, don't cry. Be good. I'm here, okay? Do you need your diaper changed?" After checking the diaper and finding it dry, he continued, "Steve, are you hungry?"

Justin quickly prepared some formula, but Steve refused to eat. His cries grew louder and more desperate, as though he was struggling to breathe.

you want your mommy? Be good. Mommy's in the shower. She'll come hold you as soon as

the bathroom door and knocked softly. "Rose, sorry

running water continued, but there was no

louder. "Rose, can

he pounded on the door. He wanted to break through the glass. "Rose, what's going

expression grew darker. "Rose, if you don't answer, I'm

more heavy knocks, his rising fear and unease compelled him to open the bathroom door. The sight inside shocked him-Rosalie

Justin's face turned pale

but remembered he was

cradle before running into the bathroom. He bent down and carried

body was soaked. Justin grabbed a towel to pat her down before placing her on

filled with

her forehead. Her temperature was normal,

her side. He

opened her groggy eyes. Her vision