Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Steve waved his hands, giggling.

"Daddy." With a soft thud, he threw himself into Theodore's arms, laughing with pure delight.

Theodore was deeply moved. He raised his hand and gently patted Steve's back. "Steve, I told you before. I'm Uncle Theodore. Call me Uncle." "Daddy. Daddy."

Theodore felt a pang in his heart, and tears began to stream down his face uncontrollably.

"Why don't you listen? I..."

He wanted to say he wasn't his father, but hearing Steve call him "Daddy" stirred a selfish longing within him to play that role, even if just for a moment.

"Steve." Rosalie walked over, holding medicine and water. "Why are you lying on top of him?"

Theodore immediately closed his eyes upon hearing her voice, pretending to still be unconscious.

Rosalie picked Steve up from Theodore's chest and placed him to the side. "Don't lie on him. He's sick."

Rosalie helped Theodore sit up and placed a pill in his mouth. Then, she fed him some water, ensuring he swallowed the fever medicine.

and placed it gently on

fall asleep. Rosalie moved to the

softly and slowly closed

Rosalie suddenly felt a wave of sadness wash over

The next morning.

and saw Rosalie changing Steve's

"You're awake. I'll take your temperature in a moment to see if the fever

change, Rosalie pulled open a drawer, took out a disposable

I'll be back shortly. I need to make some formula for

mouth, Theodore turned his head

his bright

to fall onto the bed. Alarmed that Rosalie might notice, he quickly picked it up and placed it back in his

while later, Rosalie returned with the

over to Theodore, took the thermometer from his mouth, and checked

"Your fever's gone."

began to feed Steve

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