Come Back to Me

Brody bent over and put his hand under her pajamas. Frightened, Tracy shrank her body and looked at him in panic. "No way..."

"What's wrong?"

Shaking her head, Tracy said, "You're crazy... Yesterday, we just... " Tracy said word by word, blushing. With an evil smile, Brody took her hand away and tore her pajamas. "It's okay. I'll be careful!"

Tracy immediately resisted and stopped him, "No, I can't... It had been almost four months. You don't want this baby anymore? " Tracy said in a serious tone, and what she said was true.

Brody stopped and looked at her pitifully, "Didn't you say that I ignored you just now?"

Tracy didn't know whether to cry or to laugh. She couldn't help but punch him, "I've told you that it's the baby's problem. You can blame the baby in my belly. Get up quickly, so that I can hardly breathe. The baby will be affected."

Reluctantly, Brody lay down on the bed and distanced himself from Tracy. Tracy was a little angry, but she still moved to him and looked at him sideways. "Hold me!"

Brody was deeply attracted by her cute look. He couldn't help stretching out his arms to hold her waist. When Tracy was about to say something, he said, "Just one minute. One minute later, I'll be busy. You are in my arms every day. Isn't that enough?"

Tracy raised her eyebrows and stared at him, "Not enough!"

Reluctantly, he let her nestle in his arms and lovingly looked down at her beautiful little face. Suddenly, Tracy's face became preoccupied again. He pretended to be angry and said, "Don't be angry. My child is also here!"

Tracy pouted, "I know you want a child, not me at all!"

Seeing that she was angry, he just lowered his head and kissed her lips. He coaxed in a low voice, "Mean woman!"

All of a sudden, Tracy raised her head and her eyes were filled with tears. Startled, he asked anxiously, "What's wrong?" Why did she cry for no reason?

Tracy didn't say a word. Her hand was trembling slightly, trying to touch his other stiff arm, but in the end, her hand was frozen in midair. Seeing that, Brody also looked at her in a daze. Tracy took a deep breath, endured the pain in the bottom of her heart, and looked at him helplessly with her watery eyes. "Can I touch it?"

Brody came to his senses and wiped the tears off her face with a smile. "Of course you can. I'm recovering now, but I'm still not very flexible. I need to move slowly..."

her hand back. Feeling sorry for her, he put her hand on his other stiff

arm and said, "I'm sorry, Brody

into tears. Seeing this, regardless of the fact that she called him by his full name, he held her in his

at his arm. His stiff arm was raised high in the air and tried to move back and forth in

her hand was still frozen in the air. Seeing that her nervous

looked at him seriously. "Are you

insisted, "Then you should go to sleep and have a

domineering, Brody had to

the unique masculine aura of him, and he tightened his arms. A strong sense of satisfaction

not asleep. She raised her head and said, "Close your eyes.

After a simple reply, he

minute

he didn't open his eyes. Tracy looked at him and said, "Open your eyes." He had no choice but to

a serious look on her face, Tracy looked at Brody and asked, "Tell me, why Every time I get pregnant, there is no sign of pregnancy.

understand what she meant, and in fact, Tracy didn't make it clear either. She touched her

other reactions, or She could feel the baby moving. But I

was unhappy. "Be serious. What I told you is true. I did the same when I was pregnant with Melissa

"It's okay. Many women don't vomit like you. Some women can't bear much pain even if they are pregnant. It's normal. I'll take you to

relieved. She was just curious. How could she have

at her coldly and said, "Four years ago, you knew you

raised her head suddenly and looked at him. The expression on his face became complicated again. She was just like this. No one could hate her. No matter how he hurt her,

her. He sighed in a low voice. Looking at him with tearful eyes, Tracy said

tears anymore, so he held her in his arms again and said,

of herself. Why was she so weak and loved crying

fingers. Then she sobbed, "I'm sorry. It's all my fault... I shouldn't have ignored

had meant to blame her, but he swallowed it back. He couldn't say a word. He could only

tired. She looked up at him and said in a somewhat serious tone, "But if you dare to provoke me again, I will take this child to die. Four years ago, I picked up a life, and it