8-Months Pregnant, Stranded on the Highway

New Year's Eve, my husband drove me—eight months pregnant—back to his hometown.

When we hit traffic, he suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road.

"Get out!"

I didn't process what he said. "What?"

He stared straight ahead, eyes fixed on the road. "Melissa's cat is missing. I need to go help her find it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

His phone rang urgently again.

Losing patience, my husband opened the car door and roughly pulled me out from the back seat.

"She can't wait any longer. I'll send someone to pick you up—they'll be here in half an hour!"

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