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.

After a moment of thought, he

except him knew

As a man, Justin naturally understood the feelings

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

slightly. He wiped his hands on his body and then carefully extended his

he finally stopped crying. Theodore let out a soft sigh of relief. He took out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and carefully wiped away

and he gazed up at Theodore with his big

mommy is upstairs. And...

would be if Steve were his

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

would be willing to raise Steve as his

would return

against these crazy

I'm Theodore. You can call

him momentarily feel like

repeated, trying to say