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

sleep. Just go to

you put him to sleep," Rosalie said with a yawn. She

can't make yourself

said made

reject his suggestion this time. "I'll lie down for a while. Call me when you're

"Alright. Go lie down

Theodore carried Steve

decided to take a nap on the bed, unable to fight the sleepiness

eyes were filled with melancholy and helplessness at the sight of the woman who

shut the door and carried Steve to the living room where

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

brave

your

don't be

"Dada..."

suddenly cooed, making a sound that sounded very

"Stevie,

"Dada..."

wide eyes, his hands waving in

injecting warmth into Theodore's cold, cold heart

as joy surged through his chest up to his brain, immediately sending his

me?" Theodore