Chasing My Pregnant Wife

After that camping trip, the relationship between Theodore and Rosalie seemed to have reached a new level of understanding.

Though they were no longer husband and wife, they interacted like close family.

Theodore found a good burial site to lay Justin to rest.

Even though only a few fragments of Justin's bones remained, he still deserved a proper burial in a place with good geomancy.noveldrama

The burial was kept simple. There was no formal funeral. Only Rosalie and Theodore brought Justin's remains to the cemetery.

Rosalie held the small box in her arms, reluctant to part with it.

Theodore gently placed his arm around her shoulders. "Rose, let him rest in peace."

Tears welled in Rosalie's eyes as she gazed at Theodore. She opened the box, revealing the few remaining fragments of Justin's bones, and gently caressed them.

"Justin, I will come visit you again."

Theodore glanced at the bones inside the box and frowned slightly. Something seemed off. There were supposed to be seven bone fragments left, but now, there were only six.

However, Theodore didn't say anything. He simply waited until Rosalie was ready, then closed the box.

Holding Rosalie close, he guided her forward. Rosalie personally placed the box inside the coffin. The moment she did, tears streamed down her face.

"Justin, goodbye."

It was as if, at that moment, she was finally, truly letting him go.

Rosalie sobbed uncontrollably. Theodore wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her away.

The cemetery workers began to cover the coffin with soil. As Rosalie watched the dirt slowly bury the coffin, her cries grew louder. "Justin! Justin!"

Justin's grave was completed.

The tombstone bore the inscription: The Resting Place of Justin Lynch. Below it, in smaller characters, was another line: Erected by his loving wife, Rosalie Young.

Even though she and Justin hadn't been able to register their marriage, they had completed the wedding ceremony. To Rosalie, Justin was her husband, so it was only right for her to dedicate this tombstone to him.

After Justin was laid to rest, Rosalie stood before the grave for a long time. It wasn't until Theodore gently touched her belly and coaxed her that they left.

"The baby needs rest, too. Let's go back. It looks like it's going to rain-we can visit him again next time."

Rosalie took a step closer, lightly tracing the tombstone with her fingertips. "Justin, don't worry. No matter where I go, I'll always carry you with me."

After Theodore brought Rosalie home, she shut herself in her room.

Theodore didn't disturb her. He knew she needed time alone.

That evening, Rosalie finally emerged.

Theodore was pacing at the door. "Rose."

"Theo, I'm sorry for worrying you. I just wanted some time to myself."

"It's alright. I just came to ask if you'd like to have dinner. Since you're out now, let's go eat."

"Okay."

Rosalie followed Theodore to the dining room. While they ate, Steve played nearby in the arms of the housekeeper.

"Rose, I've thought of a name for Steve. Let me know what you think."

Rosalie looked up. "What is it?"

"Jake. What do you think?"

"Jake..." Rosalie repeated softly, pleased with the name. "I think it's wonderful. It

has a sense of ambition and excellence. Let's go with it."

She didn't mind whatever name Theodore chose. She trusted that he had put careful thought into it, and in any case, it was bound to be better than the name Sebastian had given.

"Alright, it's decided then." Theodore then asked, "What about the baby you're carrying? Would you like to picka

name-one for a boy and one for a girl?"

"Theo, why don't you choose a name for my daughter, too?"

"Daughter?" Theodore was surprised. "You already know the baby's gender?"

Rosalie gently placed a hand on her belly. "I have a feeling it's a girl. Last night, I had a dream. I dreamt of a little girl calling me 'Mommy.' She said she wanted to be my daughter and asked if she could. I told her, 'Of course,' and then she said she'd be meeting me in a few months."

Her face was filled with happiness, as if she were still lost in that beautiful dream.

"What did she look like?" Theodore asked.

Rosalie tried to recall. "I don't remember clearly, but I just remember thinking she was adorable. And soon, I'll get to see her."

"Alright." Theodore nodded. "I'll choose a name for her."

"Thank you," Rosalie said with a smile. "When she's born, I'll tell her that her

name was chosen by her Uncle Theodore."

The words 'Uncle Theodore' felt like a stab to Theodore's heart.

Yes, to the child in Rosalie's womb, he would always be 'Uncle Theodore'-never her real father.

Justin, her biological father, could never be replaced.