The Runaway Pregnant Wife

Bonus Chapter 2 (Mitch P.O.V)

I looked at the sleeping form of my wife in the bed. I gently touched her face, and I clenched my jaw when I saw the reddish imprint on her hand. The relief I felt engulfed my being when I saw her well and healthy. I touched her stomach gently, and I almost bolted from the bed when I felt the movement of our child. My heartbeat became unstable, yet I touched her belly again. I smiled when the movement continued, like our child was welcoming me. I slid from the bed and went outside. I met Pom and her daughter, Pam, and I thanked them for taking good care of my wife. Pom told me that she loves Pad Thai; she eats it every day.

I cooked the food for her with the help of Pom and arranged it on the dining table. Pom said goodbye to me after she cleaned the kitchen; she will stay in their new apartment. She is a dressmaker, and my wife helped her set up shop in their new apartment.

Her three-bedroom unit has a breathtaking view and minimalist design. I installed cameras in different areas of her unit, including her bedroom. I grinned. I felt like a pervert stalking my own wife. I don't care; I wanted her safe, so I stayed in the spare bedroom. I asked Pom not to tell my wife about me; she nodded and frowned.

I took a bath and checked the monitor. I saw her lazily slide from the bed and go to the bathroom. My eyes went wide when she emerged from the bathroom, naked. She opened one of the drawers and put on her underwear. She had difficulty doing it because of her bulging belly.

She went to the mirror and started cleaning her nipples. I just took a shower, but it seemed that I was in the middle of dessert. I wiped the sweat from my forehead. Her breasts are bigger than before. I missed her so much that I craved her touch.

I watched her eat the food I prepared with gusto. My mind went to the day I arrived here in Thailand. I stayed in Bangkok and started searching for her while Kevin contacted me several times with frustration in his voice. Exactly three weeks into my stay, Romano called a Chinese human trafficker in Cambodia who asked about my wife.

My heart beats fast out of fear. What the hell is she doing in Cambodia? I contacted my asset in Cambodia and drove there. Simone told me that the team would arrive at Siem Reap International Airport. I was in awe sometimes at the efficiency of Primestone; they control both the underground and the open world.

The leader shook in fear when I cornered him; all his men were eliminated by us. I shot his leg and stepped on it; he wailed in pain. "What did you do to my wife? I asked in my shrill tone. He understood who I was referring to. "I am sorry, I didn't know her, but I didn't do anything; we left when I discovered she was related to Primestone," he said between his gasps.

I put pressure on his legs, and he shouted with pain. "What did you do before you discovered her identity? "I asked again. He screamed in pain. "I slapped her and just touched her a little," he said. I kicked his balls and waited for a minute before I pulled the trigger. Kevin was able to track the NGO; Zach got her location from them and donated millions. He looked at me. "I expect you to bring my sister to me, Humphrey," he said, and he patted my shoulder.

She was watching the news when she recognized the leader of the gang and ran to the bedroom. Shit! She's running away again. I followed her and watched her throw her things in the luggage. The pain I am feeling right now when I realize that maybe my wife hates me so much that she doesn't want anything related to me is killing me.

"Running away again, pepper? "I said in a croaking voice, and I hated myself for making her like that. She looked at me, and I hated myself more when I saw the pain in her eyes. She stared at me for a few moments, and I could see the many expressions on her face. She touched her protruding stomach, and my gaze followed her hands. Did she think that I would harm them?

She slowly walked towards the bed and placed the pillows under her legs. She lay down and closed her eyes. I watched her and smiled when, after a few moments, she fell asleep. I watched her in her sleep. Watching her like this pleases me.

I remember the day she kissed me and was delighted when I noticed that she was new to the kissing game. I fell in love with her. I don't believe in love at first sight, or even love itself. I planned to stay a bachelor and get married to the right woman, even without love involved. I am not a romantic person; my decisions are always based on practicality. I didn't imagine myself falling for a girl so hard that her face was always on my mind every second of the day.

She hit my insecurity when she mentioned our age gap; she is fourteen years younger than me. I stayed in Kevin's unit to see her. Kevin knew, but he didn't say a word. When Daniel and Kevin talked to me, they tried to frighten me, and they emphasized that I was her first. I promised them that I would cherish her with all my heart. They laughed at me. "You're such an old-school man! "They said it, but they knew I was serious about it.

Looking at her with her face in the toilet and wrenching because of my awful smell made me hate myself again. I wanted to do something for her, but I was afraid she would become sick again. She gave me hope when she invited me to accompany her to her regular checkup.

She was stunning in her maternity dress; my heart swelled when I saw her. I didn't like the idea of using public transportation. I used all my skills to protect her. I stayed alert like a paranoid husband.

I didn't like the idea of a good-looking male doctor for her; I discovered my possessiveness when I met her. I stared at the monitor intently. I have a daughter. I cannot compare the joy I felt when I saw my child for the first time. My wife excused herself to go to the comfort room, and I asked her doctor if I could have the printed result of the ultrasound. He happily answered all my questions, as if he understood my feelings.

We went to a restaurant on the beachfront, and I looked at the food she ordered. She looked at me guiltily. "I ordered for three," she said while touching her belly. I smiled at her sweetly. I love watching her eat happily. I paid our bill, and my eyes became alert when I saw my wife go to one of the tents and lay down in the sunbathing chair there.

I love watching her sleep as a hobby, and I never get tired of doing it. She slept for six hours. I read about pregnancy and child care. I want to understand her without asking her. Know her needs, her feelings, and her likes and wants.

She cried hard when she learned about Jessica. I am afraid for her wellbeing. I have read that pregnant women are emotional due to their hormones. I prepared dinner for her, and she was in a happy mood. I was surprised when she kissed me.

I miss her so much that I want to take her to the table. I used all my willpower to stop my sordid thinking. I don't want to hurt her or the baby. "I don't like your doctor; change him," I said out of nowhere. Her eyes went wide. "What? Why? "He is the best doctor here." I looked at her. "Choose a female doctor; I don't like men hovering and touching your body, even a doctor," I said. She agreed and told me not to become accommodating to women; she wanted to ditch my gentlemanly behavior when it comes to women. I laughed at her absurd wish, but of course I will follow her with all my heart. If it makes her happy, I don't care if women will see me as an asshole.

She cried again when she heard my explanation about Mrs. Langley. I didn't know what I felt when I heard her say the word I longed for: that she loved me. She kissed me hungrily. I miss her so much that my body reacted instantly. I laughed when she flirted with me and told me that our baby needed to acquire some features from me. I made love to her slowly and intensely. She completes me, and I love her so much. I will do anything to make her happy.