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.

a towel and placed

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

softly and

the bed and watching them both, Rosalie suddenly felt a wave of sadness wash

The next morning.

opened his eyes and saw Rosalie

take your temperature

pulled open a drawer, took out a disposable thermometer, and placed it in

it there. I'll be back shortly. I need to make some formula for the baby." Rosalie

Theodore turned his

giggled, his bright

he quickly picked it up and

while later, Rosalie returned

to Theodore, took the thermometer from his mouth, and

"Your fever's gone."

began to feed Steve

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