Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Rosalie hurriedly handed the baby to Theodore.

She was at her wits' end. What exactly was going on?

Perhaps this was because they were truly father and son. Sometimes, there were no explanations for things that were simply amazing and mysterious.

Theodore felt energized looking at the baby. Rosalie, on the other hand, was exhausted.

"Rose, why don't I stay here and coax the baby to sleep? You can go to bed first."

"How can I make you do that? You need to rest early."

"But Steve cries each time I put him down. If he keeps crying, it'll disturb you and Justin, or even our neighbors."

"Well..." Rosalie didn't know what to do.

"How about this," Theodore suggested, "I'll give you Steve. If he doesn't cry, I'll leave. If he cries, then do as I say. I'll stay to coax him to sleep and I'll leave once he's asleep, okay?"

Rosalie pondered for a moment before nodding. "Okay, then."

She stretched her arms out to receive the baby.

The moment Theodore put the baby in Rosalie's arms, the baby started crying again. Rosalie herself was on the verge of tears.

After Theodore took Steve and coaxed him for a little while, he stopped crying.

her forehead, feeling like she was going to

sleep.

Rosalie

asleep and I'll leave. You can't make yourself stay awake when you're so tired. You need to take care of Justin next door on top of

Theodore said

lie down for a while. Call me when

Go lie down and

carried Steve

yawned and decided to take a nap on the

and helplessness at the sight of

carried Steve to the living room where he settled

everything. It was all my was all my own fault. After you grow up, if you love a woman, love

brave to

your

and don't

"Dada..."

that sounded very

"Stevie, what did you

"Dada..."

as he blinked his innocent, wide eyes, his

injecting warmth into Theodore's cold, cold

and disbelief as joy surged through his chest up to his brain, immediately sending his tear ducts

you calling me?"