Chasing My Pregnant Wife

“Baby, I don’t hate your dad now, so you shouldn’t hate him either. We shouldn’t live with hatred, it’s much too exhausting.

“Your dad just doesn’t love Mommy. He only sees me as a sister. He doesn’t have any romantic feelings for me. It’s just my wishful

thinking, and an unrequited love on my part.

“What can a woman do when a man doesn’t love her? Is that an unforgivable crime?

“Baby, I… I really tried, but your dad doesn’t love me.”

Rosalie’s eyes grew dimmer, and she could feel tears swimming in her eyes. She recalled Wesley’s terrible words.

“Luckily, Rose doesn’t have any children, or they’d end up like you–a curse!”

Rosalie grasped the fabric covering her belly tightly. She wouldn’t let such a curse fall upon her child.

‘In the future, no matter what, Mommy will support you. Mommy won’t force you to marry someone you don’t love,‘ she thought determinedly.

Suddenly, Theodore murmured, “Mom…”

Rosalie raised her head, and strained to listen. Theodore was muttering something in his sleep, and he moved slightly. Rosalie go

got out of the sofa and walked barefoot to the bed. As she got closer, she saw that Theodore was frowning and muttering under his breath.

“Mom, where are you? You and dad don’t want me anymore…

He clutched the edge of the blanket tightly, then loosened his grip. He repeated the action several times, as if trying to grasp something but failing. He seemed to be trapped in his nightmare.

Rosalie immediately reached out and held his hand.

The moment he felt Rosalie’s hand in his, he instantly calmed down. His tightly furrowed brows gradually relaxed.

“Mom, can you tell me a story?”

Tears welled up in Rosalie’s eyes. He must be dreaming about his mother as a child.

“Mom, please don’t leave, okay? If Dad doesn’t come back, I can stay with you.”

“Mom, can you hold me while I sleep…? I’m afraid of the thunder.”

A gust of chilly wind blew in from outside, and Theodore trembled.

Just as Rosalie was about to close the window, he tightened his grip on her hand. “Don’t leave… Please don’t leave. When I grow up, I’ll take care of you, Mom. We don’t need Dad.”

Rosalie sighed softly, her heart softening as she lay down beside him. She stretched out her left arm and put it gently around his shoulders, avoiding his wound.

Seemingly sensing a comforting fragrance, Theodore’s initially tense body gradually relaxed. He nestled into Rosalie’s embrace, holding her tightly like a three–year–old child without a sense of security, trembling,

“Mom, don’t leave… I’m afraid of the thunder.”

Rosalie placed her hand on the back of his head tenderly. She stroked his hair while whispering in his ear, “Mom’s not leaving. I’ll stay with you. Be good, and go to sleep.”

She kissed him gently on his forehead.

Lying in her embrace, Theodore felt safe. He smiled with satisfaction, and his nightmares stopped.

Rosalie’s eyes were moist.

‘Theo, you knew what happened between your parents as a child, so why did you go down the same path?

‘You say that I’m different from your mother, that I don’t love you. But if I did love you, would you change your mind? You wouldn’t… You’d still marry Cynthia. If you knew I loved you, you’d just find me even more pathetic.

‘Theo, I won’t let our child repeat our mistakes. When he or she grows up, I’ll make sure our child marries for love. I won’t let our child hurt others. If the Spencers are truly cursed, it should end here.‘ This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Everything was silent. Eventually, Rosalie drifted off to sleep.

Theodore stayed in her arms while she held his head. She let him bury his face in her chest; they nestled close together, finding warmth and solace in each other.