8-Month Pregnant, Hubby Demands I Cook His Birthday Feast

Chapter 2

The moment Jenny saw me, her face went from fake surprise to forced sweetness.

“Amy? Oh, I didn’t realize you were back! I had nothing to wear, so I borrowed one of your outfits. I mean, you’re pregnant now, so I figured you wouldn’t mind. You don’t, right?”

I narrowed my eyes and turned to Theo, still sprawled on the couch. I was hoping for an explanation. But instead, his voice came out cold, laced with annoyance. "It’s pouring outside. I didn’t want anything happening to her, so I told her to stay. You're not going to start something over this, are you?"

Not even a hint of concern for his eight-month-pregnant wife standing there, drenched and shivering. But Jenny? She was a whole different story.

I was beyond exhausted—disappointed, hurt, and just too tired to argue anymore. Without saying another word, I walked straight to the bedroom, not even noticing the look of surprise in Theo’s eyes.

I figured with Jenny in the house, Theo wouldn’t dare come near me. But to my surprise, just as I was about to fall asleep, I felt him slip into the room.

His hand, burning against my waist, sent a jolt through me. "Does it still hurt?" he asked softly, his voice dripping with forced sympathy.

Then he added, "I cleaned up the house. Can you just let it go? It was just a joke. Why are you so upset? It's bad for the baby to be angry. Just stop making a scene."

“Huh? You’re worried about the baby now?” I shot back, unable to hide the sarcasm in my tone.

His hand froze, and I could feel the tension build.

He leaned in to kiss me, but I grabbed his hand, pressing it firmly against my belly, right on the stretch marks. He yanked it away like I’d burned him.

Before he could even start with his apologies, his phone rang.

In the stillness of the room, Jenny’s voice came through, sounding small and pitiful. "I’m sorry, Theo. I didn’t mean to upset Amy. I shouldn’t stay and be a burden to you… I’ll leave, I promise… Ah!"

The call cut off with a gasp, followed by a shrill cry.

Theo’s face twisted in panic. He jumped to his feet, pulling me out of bed. "If anything happens to Jenny tonight, I swear I won’t forgive you! This is all your fault!" he snarled.

“She went out on her own! I didn’t ask her to go! How is this my fault?” I demanded, my voice rising in disbelief.

But none of that mattered. He dragged me into the car, not caring that I was still in thin pajamas, my body shaking with the cold. The freezing wind hit me like ice, but Theo didn’t notice. He was too busy slamming the gas pedal.

Ten minutes later, we found Jenny lying on the side of the road. Theo leapt out of the car, scooped her up, and sped toward the hospital, like a maniac on a mission.

Even as he drove, he glared at me. "If anything happens to her, I’ll never forgive you."

While Jenny was being examined, a sharp pain shot through my stomach. The stress of the night was finally catching up with me. Sweat beaded on my forehead, and I leaned against the wall to keep from collapsing.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Theo noticed my condition. But instead of concern, his voice came out cold, almost accusing. "Cut the act. Did you really think you’d faint just from seeing her fall?"

As if on cue, the night-shift doctor walked by. He glanced between the two of us, his confusion clear.

“What’s going on here?” he asked. "Didn’t you say—"

My heart sank. I scrambled for an answer, but before I could say anything, Jenny’s cries echoed from the hospital room.

In an instant, Theo was gone, rushing into the room.

I forced a smile, though it felt like my insides were crumbling. "It’s nothing. Just distant relatives. A little spat between husband and wife."

The doctor sighed, shaking his head.

“Even though the procedure is scheduled, you need to be careful. Don’t get dragged into their mess. If something goes wrong, you might not make it to the surgery."