Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Theodore turned around. "Is there something else?"

Justin walked over. "Do you want to hold him? He seems eager to hug you."

Theodore paused. Then, he gave a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth.

"No, you take him upstairs."

The more he held Steve, the harder it would be to let go. He didn't even know why he felt such strong emotions for Steve. Perhaps it was because Steve was Rosalie's child, and thus, he couldn't help but care for the baby.

Seeing this, Justin didn't insist. He was about to leave when suddenly, Steve started crying in his arms. Steve stretched out his hands toward Theodore, trying to reach him.

Hearing the cries, Theodore's heart tightened. He turned around and saw Justin trying to soothe the child.

"Steve, what's wrong? Are you hungry? I'll take you back right away."

Steve continued crying, louder and louder, and Theodore felt as if his heart were being squeezed. His feet felt like they were nailed to the ground, and he couldn't move.

left. After a moment of thought,

Theodore was quite pitiable. Everyone except him

to Rosalie, he wasn't a wicked person. As a man, Justin naturally understood the feelings

tell at one glance if other women were bitches, while men would have no clue.

his body and then carefully extended his arms

a while in Theodore's arms, burying his face in Theodore's chest. Under Theodore's gentle soothing, he finally stopped crying. Theodore let out a soft sigh

and his little mouth trembling. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he gazed up at

upstairs. And...

wondered how wonderful it would be if Steve

time Steve called him "Dada," he always had the illusion that he was truly Steve's father. He even felt a strong

raise Steve as his own, believing that if he

return to

against these crazy thoughts.

can

the word "Dada" made him momentarily feel like a father, he had

to