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

him to sleep. Just

put him to sleep," Rosalie said with

next to you once he falls asleep and I'll leave. You can't make yourself stay awake

said

this time. "I'll lie down for a while. Call me

"Alright. Go

Steve to the

nap on the bed, unable to fight the

at the sight of the

shut the door and carried Steve to the living room where he

treasure what I had and lost everything. It was all my was all my own fault. After

Be brave to tell

your

don't

"Dada..."

making a sound that sounded very much like he was

was stunned. "Stevie, what did you

"Dada..."

his innocent, wide eyes, his hands waving in the

Theodore's cold, cold heart and

surged through his chest up to his brain,

were...were you calling me?" Theodore asked slightly