Chasing My Pregnant Wife

"Sure! I love eating whatever you cook, Rose." Yerick hauled Steve up and cradled him in his arms. "Hey, little guy! Do you miss me?"

Steve suddenly raised a hand and hit Yerick's cheek in disdain, as if trying to push him away.

Yerick frowned. "Why did you hit me? Are you allowed to bully others just because you're small?"

Steve laughed and hit him again.

"Stevie, what are you doing?" Rosalie approached them. "No hitting. That's no good."

If he picked up the bad habit of hitting others even before he turned one, it would only get worse as he grew older.

"I think Stevie likes me. Children are often bolder around people they feel closer to. It's fine, he can hit me a few more times." Yerick didn't mind it at all. Steve was just an infant, so what did he have to fear? Would Steve devour him?

Yerick lifted Steve high, and Steve chuckled gleefully.

I'll go prepare the food," Rosalie

around him. "Rose,

to. "He had something

to know each other? He looks

got to know in Melrine. He's a good man, don't let his appearance deceive

as he glanced shiftily around the place. "Seems like you quite like

leaped, unsure if that was a mere passing remark or a deliberate question. She quickly put the bags down in the kitchen and said, "We're friends and he's very good to me. I treat him well too, as I

him only as a

Rosalie said. "All of you are my friends, and I treat all of you the

Yerick said pitifully. "I want you to be biased toward me. You know that I like

younger than her and

awkward. Both of them looked at her with such fiery and begrudging eyes,