The waiter brought their lunch to the table. Rosalie was holding the baby, so it was difficult for her to eat.

Seeing this, Sebastian said, "Rose, let me hold him. You can eat first."

"It's fine, I can still hold him. He's a really good boy," Rosalie replied with a smile.

However, just as she finished speaking, Steve suddenly started wailing. It was so unexpected that Rosalie panicked, unsure of what was wrong.

"Baby, what's wrong? Did I hurt you? Do you feel uncomfortable? How about if I hold you like this?" she murmured.

No matter how she tried to soothe him, he kept crying. Seeing the situation, Sebastian immediately put down his knife and fork and walked over to her. "Rose, let me hold him," he said gently.

I can calm him down," Rosalie insisted, gently stroking Steve's face. "Please don't cry, baby. Please, I'm

voice was tinged with hoarseness, and she was on the verge

calm him down, don't worry.

myself. I'm his mother. Why does he cry every time I hold him? This isn't right!" Rosalie's

in her ear, "Rose, people are watching us. Let's talk about this at home, alright? This isn't your fault. Babies cry

earlier? You held him just fine, and he didn't cry. Let me hold him now, and we'll see how he does,

nodded and handed Steve

and soothed him with practiced ease, as if he had done it many times

the baby stopped

let out a soft sigh, but disappointment flashed in her eyes. Standing up, she approached Sebastian and Steve. She reached out

heavy with sadness as she asked, "Am I...not a good

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