She Is Pregnant Vivian furrowed her brows. “How much slower do you expect me to go when it already takes me a few seconds to take a single step? I’m pregnant, not paralyzed, okay? Please, can you stop fussing over me?”

Ever since she became pregnant, Zachary had been particularly watchful of her, especially her diet. There were so many things she couldn’t eat.

Even her every step was closely monitored out of fear that she might stumble or get hurt.

Vivian was truly at a loss for words.

“You’re my wife, carrying our child in your belly. If I don’t take care of you, who will? Please, listen to me and take it easy, I beg you.” Zachary was carefully watching Vivian.

Vivian was utterly speechless, too lazy to even utter a word.

People would occasionally pass by in the hallway. There were doctors and nurses, as well as relatives of patients, and so forth.