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.

placed it gently on

bed, as though he was about to fall asleep. Rosalie moved to the other side of the bed, adjusted Steve's sleeping posture, and tucked him in. "Alright, you stay

mumbled softly and slowly closed his

them both, Rosalie

The next morning.

saw Rosalie

your temperature in a moment to see if the fever

diaper change, Rosalie pulled open a drawer, took out a disposable thermometer, and

it there. I'll be back shortly. I need to make some

the thermometer still in his mouth, Theodore turned his

bright eyes sparkling.

Rosalie might notice, he quickly picked it

little while later, Rosalie returned

to Theodore, took the thermometer from his

"Your fever's gone."

thermometer aside, she began to feed

me do it." Theodore