Chasing My Pregnant Wife

At night, Rosalie sat by the bedside and read a bedtime story to her daughter. In

it, the prince and princess lived happily ever after.

Chelsea gently held Rosalie's hand. "I want to sleep with you, Mommy."

Rosalie pinched her tiny nose. "You're already so big, and you still want to sleep with Mommy?"

"I just want to. I want to stick to Mommy forever."

Chelsea dove into Rosalie's embrace.

Rosalie doted on her daughter very much. "Alright, I'll stay here with you."

Suddenly, she was reminded of Jake.

She mustered up all the courage she had today to try to see him, but all she got was seeing him having a great time with another woman.

She couldn't be so selfish as to rush up to Jake and claim that she was his mother, so she retreated home.

She didn't know what she should do.

Rosalie missed Jake dearly.

She knew she had disappointed Jake, depriving him of the love of a mother. Perhaps because of that, she poured all of her love to Chelsea. Yet the more Rosalie did so, the more she felt she was disappointing her son. She soon spiralled down a vicious cycle.

"Mommy, what's the matter?"

Chelsea could sense that Rosalie was not in a good mood.

"I'm fine. Go to bed, darling."

Just then, Rosalie's phone vibrated. She looked at the incoming phone number, and her heart skipped a beat.

She recognized the number. It belonged to Theodore he never changed it.

She, on the other hand, had changed her number. He clearly had her

investigated, since he was the one calling her.

"Chelsea, I need to take a call. Go to sleep first."

Rosalie left the room with her phone in hand. Along the corridor, she took a deep breath and answered the call. "Hello."

Her voice was obviously trembling.

Silence ensued on the other end of the call for at least half a minute.

"Let's meet."

Rosalie tried to suppress her agitation and calm herself down. "Sure. Where do you want to meet?"

"Let's talk over a meal," Theodore suggested. "Make a reservation with a restaurant and contact me. I'll try my best to bring Jake with me."

"Okay, thank you."

"Don't mention it. Oh yes, did you give birth to a daughter?"

Rosalie nodded, "Yes, I did. I named her Chelsea Young, just as you suggested."

Theodore fell silent for a long while before saying, "It's really late, so go to sleep soon. Text me the address and time after you make a reservation with a restaurant."

"Okay, got it. How is Jake?"

"He's asleep. You should, too. Goodbye."

Theodore hung up.

Rosalie tightened her grip on the phone and sighed. She then returned to the

room.

Chelsea was still awake, and she looked on as Rosalie walked in.

"Mommy, who was that?"

Rosalie sat down on the bedside and laid right next to Chelsea. "It's Uncle

Theodore. He wants to see me. I'll bring you with me."

"Mr. Spencer..." Chelsea mumbled.

All thoughts of sleep disappeared at

once. Chelsea had heard much

about Mr. Spencer and her elder

brother

over the years. Mommy was

always telling her how nice Mr. Spencer was. noveldrama

"Mommy, will I get to see Jake?"

Rosalie caressed her cheeks. "Perhaps. Chelsea, you'll see Jake sooner or later."

Chelsea was very curious about Theodore and her older brother whom she had never met. She wondered what they would be like.

Chelsea grew up in an environment filled with love. Although she didn't have a father, she had a mother who gave her all of her love. Chelsea didn't feel she lacked love.

She was a gentle, adorable, and kind little angel.

Suddenly, pain pierced through Rosalie's chest.

Seeing her mother furrowing her brows made Chelsea ask at once, "Mommy, what's the matter? Do you feel unwell?"

She saw Mommy looking like she was unwell many times.

"I'm fine. Maybe I've been exhausted from work. Once I have time, I'll go to the hospital for a check-up. Don't worry."

Rosalie would always choose to be honest with her daughter. She was honest with Chelsea that her father had died, that her ex-husband was Theodore, and that Chelsea had an older brother.

She even told Chelsea that it was Theodore who gave her her name.

"Chelsea, let's go to sleep," Rosalie said as she laid on the bed and pulled the sheets over them both.