I smiled sweetly, and Wade nodded in agreement.
"Yeah, yeah!"
With ten days to go before my due date, I anxiously checked into the hospital, my nerves on edge.
Wade was seriously displeased.
"Why go to the hospital now when you haven't even given birth yet? That's just a waste of money! People used to have babies at home. You're so pampered, always running to the hospital. You need to save some cash for our family's dragon prince!" he exclaimed.
I wanted to roll my eyes and give him a piece of my mind, but I restrained myself.
The important thing was getting this baby here safely. Everything else could wait.
Two days before my due date, George finally made it back home.
Seeing him triggered a flood of emotions I'd been holding back.
I rushed into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably—for the son I had lost in a past life, for the cruel hand fate had dealt me, and for him being treated like an ATM machine by his own family.
"Shhh, it's okay, I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere, I promise," he soothed, holding me close, just like when we first fell in love.
Seeing that I was about to pop, Wade remembered that Tracy's pregnancy timeline was similar to mine.