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.

still hadn't left. After a moment of thought, he walked toward him.

quite pitiable. Everyone except him knew

a wicked person. As a man, Justin naturally understood the feelings of

men would

carefully extended his arms to take Steve

for quite 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

pitiful, his eyes red and his little mouth trembling. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he gazed up at Theodore with his big

upstairs. And... I'm

often wondered how wonderful it would

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

to raise Steve as his

return to

he fought desperately against these crazy thoughts.

I'm Theodore. You can call

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

Theodore," Steve repeated, trying to say