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.

Be good. Mommy's in the shower. She'll

sorry for intruding, but I heard Steve crying,

continued, but there was no

knocked louder. "Rose,

creep over him. Balling his hand into a fist, he pounded on the door. He

"Rose, if you don't answer, I'm coming

his rising fear and unease compelled him to open the bathroom door. The sight inside shocked him-Rosalie lay

turned pale with

to her but remembered he

running into the bathroom. He bent down

pat her down before placing her on the bed and

her face, his voice filled

to feel her forehead. Her temperature was normal, but her breathing

open the windows to ventilate the room, then returned to her side. He pressed on the pressure point above

slightly and slowly opened her groggy eyes. Her vision