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.

Theodore still hadn't left. After a moment of thought, he

Everyone except

he wasn't a wicked person. As a man,

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

He wiped his hands on his body and then carefully extended his arms to take Steve into his embrace. He said

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

eyelashes fluttered, and he gazed up at Theodore with

is upstairs. And... I'm not

wondered how wonderful it would be if

that he was truly Steve's father. He even felt a strong

to raise Steve as his own, believing that if he

would return

against these

can

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

Steve repeated, trying to say the words just like