Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Oh, please. You're his biological mother. Why would you be afraid of things being awkward? He's your son, for goodness's sake!" Rosalie said. She couldn't understand. Did Sydney forget how to be a mother?

Sydney turned around to glance at her.

"I almost forgot that you're a mother now." Her gaze landed on Rosalie's belly. "Still not intending to announce it?"

Rosalie caressed her belly as she shook her head. "I told Grandma that I'm traveling."

"Seems like you're bent on keeping it a secret till the end."

"Thanks for helping me to keep it under wraps, Mom."

Sydney had long known of Rosalie's pregnancy, but never mentioned it to anyone. She was clearly a woman of her word.

Sydney shrugged. "Since I promised you not to talk about it, of course I wouldn't. I know that if I let the cat out of the bag, it'll only make things difficult for you. But do you really intend to hide the baby from Theodore forever?"

"We'll talk about it when the time comes. I just want to deliver the baby by myself. It might be troublesome if he found out about it right now. He's about to marry Cynthia, after all."

Sydney could sense Rosalie's eyes dimming. "Do you really think Theodore loves Cynthia to death, and is willing to sacrifice everything just to marry her?"Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Rosalie smiled bitterly. "Isn't that exactly what he's already doing?"

It wasn't her own opinion, but a fact.

Anyway, her feelings on this matter were no longer important.

"Is there anything you need help with? I can make arrangements with the hospitals and nearby apartments wherever you're planning to travel to," Sydney offered.

"Thanks, Mom, but I can handle it myself."

Rosalie was already planning to give birth to the baby herself and raise it on her own. If she couldn't even handle something as minor as this, how could she be a mother in time to come?

It wasn't easy being a mother. It wasn't just about giving birth and feeding the child. She knew it was going to be tough, and that it was a huge responsibility.

Therefore, she had to learn how to solve problems by herself.

Sydney seemed to know what was going through Rosalie's mind, and didn't force her.

She picked up her phone on the coffee table and swiped on the screen, looking as though she wanted to call someone.

"Mom, are you calling Theodore?" Rosalie asked,

"Didn't you advise me to talk to him?"

Rosalie smiled. "He'll be very happy to hear from you."

"Don't be so sure about that," Sydney said. "What if he rejects me?"

As she spoke, she hit the call button. After a while, a deep voice came from the phone.

"Hello."

"It's me," Sydney said-there was

slight

mainic in her voice, but she

I her usual cool dem

fenough to cover up her nerves.

"I know." Theodore's voice sounded ally cool. They didn't sound li and son talking over

. "What's the matterent

"I want to ask you out for a meal.”

Sydney puffed away at one cigarette after another, clearly betraying her

nervousness, although she

managed to keep her tone calm. She looked just like a head honcho with the ability of keeping cool no matter how antsy she actually felt.

Theodore remained silent for a long time before saying, "Why the sudden invitation?"

"No particular reason. Just tell me if you want to or not."

Rosalie wanted to tug her hair out of her scalp as she listened to their conversation. Was this the way to talk to your own son? Theodore clearly sounded upset. "No, I'm busy."

"I see," Sydney said; she didn't care to do her darnedest to salvage the situation. "Since you're busy, then let's forge-"