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.

you guys. I'll go

around him. "Rose, where is

to. "He had

that so? But Rose, how did you two get to know each other? He looks so frightening, I'm sure he's

a friend I got to know in Melrine. He's a

I see," Yerick said as he glanced shiftily around the

heart leaped, unsure if that was a mere passing remark or a deliberate question. She quickly put the bags down in the kitchen and

him only as

"All of you are my friends,

you to be biased toward me. You know

didn't take him seriously. Yerick was a few years younger than her and still a boy to her. Naturally,

Theodore, who made her feel repressed and uneasy, sometimes even a little awkward. Both of them looked at her with such fiery