Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1453

When Rosalie returned home, a five-year-old girl ran up to her.

She threw her arms around Rosalie's leg. "Mommy, you're back!"

Rosalie crouched down and gently caressed her daughter's face. The exhaustion of the entire day vanished the moment she saw her child. No matter how tired she was, it was all worth it for her.

She pulled her daughter into her embrace. "Chels, how was your day?"

"Mommy, our teacher told us so many stories today!"

At five years old, Rosalie's daughter, Chelsea, was in kindergarten.

"Miss Young, you're home." A woman emerged from the living room. She was the nanny Rosalie had hired to look after Chelsea while she was at work.

"Ms. Henderson, was everything alright today?"

Mabel Henderson smiled. "Everything was fine. Chelsea was very well-behaved. What would you like for dinner tonight?"

"Ms. Henderson, you can leave early today and go home to spend time with your kids," Rosalie said.

"Is there anything else I need to do before I go?"

"No, that's all. You can tidy up and head home. Thank you for today."

"Alright then. Just give me a call if you need anything."

After seeing Mabel off, Rosalie took Chelsea's hand and sat down on the couch.

"Chels, what do you want for dinner? I'll cook for you."

"Mommy, I want pork ribs!"

"Pork ribs again? You just had it yesterday."

"But I still want it today," Chelsea whined, snuggling into her arms.

"Alright, I'll make them for you."

Rosalie could never refuse such an adorable girl. She spoiled her daughter completely, giving her all the love she had.

"Chels, Mommy has a question for you."

"What is it?"

Rosalie smiled warmly. "My sweet Chels."

She held her daughter tightly in her embrace.

That evening, Rosalie made pork ribs for her daughter. After dinner, they watched The Simpsons together.

Later, after giving Chelsea a bath, Rosalie lay in bed with her.

Leaning against the headboard, Rosalie took out a photo of Jake. It was from when he was just a year and a half old. Now, five years had passed, and he was already seven and a half.

She rubbed her nose, her eyes stinging with emotion.

"Mommy." Chelsea hugged her and, upon seeing the photo on the screen, asked, "Mommy, are you thinking about Brother?"

Rosalie nodded. "Yes. I miss your brother."

"Then let's go see him."

Rosalie pulled Chelesa into her arms and quietly wiped away the tears at the corner of her eyes.

It had been five years. Surely, the curse would have been lifted by now.