Tracy could only open her mouth wide to accept the food, tears streaming down her face, which had become distorted from her weight, quickly disappearing into the folds of flesh.
Every time she stubbornly kept her mouth shut and refused to eat, and Wade would force her to open it.
"Eat properly; don't starve my son! If anything happens to him, I'll kill you!"
Wade was disturbed by her constant wailing, making him increasingly irritable.
"Why not move Tracy to the basement? Otherwise, the dragon prince might not even be born, and you won't be able to handle it," I suggested sympathetically.
Wade looked at me and nodded in agreement.
"You're right; we need to move her down there; otherwise, people might think I'm beating my wife every day!"
But Tracy was now too large and heavy, so we had to call in movers for help.
"Wow, what are you moving? This must weigh four to five hundred pounds!"
The movers were shocked when they saw the box.
Just as Wade was about to say something, I interrupted him.
"Oh, it's just a pig sent by our rural relatives. We can't keep it upstairs, so we'll put it in the basement until we have time to slaughter it."
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.