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.

few steps before turning back and noticing that Theodore still hadn't left. After a moment of thought, he walked toward him.

Theodore was quite pitiable. Everyone except him knew

wicked person. As a man, Justin naturally understood

women were bitches, while men would have no clue. Similarly, men could tell

then carefully extended his arms

stopped crying. Theodore let

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

is upstairs. And...

how wonderful it would be if Steve were his

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

raise Steve as his own, believing

return to

against these

I'm Theodore. You can call me Uncle

word "Dada" made him momentarily feel like a father,

Steve repeated, trying to say the words