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.

the bottle aside. "Steve, do you want your mommy? Be good. Mommy's in the shower. She'll come hold you as soon as

wouldn't stop crying. Left with no other choice, he carried Steve to the bathroom door and knocked softly. "Rose, sorry for intruding, but I heard Steve crying, so I came in. He won't stop crying-I think he wants

running water continued,

louder. "Rose, can you

he pounded on the door. He wanted to break through the glass. "Rose, what's going on? Say something! Are you

if you don't answer,

and unease compelled him to open the bathroom door. The sight inside shocked him-Rosalie lay on the floor, completely O

face turned

wanted to rush to her but remembered he was

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

a towel to pat her down before placing

face, his voice filled with urgency. "Rose, wake up!

her forehead. Her temperature was normal, but

to her side. He pressed on the pressure point above her upper lip. "Rose,

frowned slightly and slowly opened her groggy eyes.