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

yawned and flopped onto the bed, as though he was about to fall asleep. Rosalie moved to the other side of the bed, adjusted

mumbled softly and slowly closed his

Rosalie

The next morning.

his eyes and saw Rosalie changing Steve's

awake, Rosalie instinctively smiled. "You're awake. I'll take your temperature in a moment to see if the fever has gone

a drawer, took out a disposable thermometer, and placed

shortly. I need to make some formula for the baby." Rosalie turned and left

mouth, Theodore turned his head to look at Steve beside

bright eyes sparkling.

started to speak, causing the thermometer to fall onto the bed. Alarmed that Rosalie might notice, he quickly picked it up and placed it

little while later, Rosalie returned with the

the thermometer

"Your fever's gone."

began to

do it."