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 it

and flopped onto the 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.

mumbled softly and slowly

the bed and watching them both, Rosalie

The next morning.

saw Rosalie changing Steve's diaper by

awake. I'll take your temperature in a moment to see if

pulled open a drawer, took

shortly. I need to make some formula

his mouth, Theodore turned his head to look at

bright eyes

onto the bed. Alarmed that Rosalie might notice, he quickly picked it up and placed it back in his mouth. Then, he gently caressed Steve's face while

while later, Rosalie

thermometer from his mouth,

"Your fever's gone."

the thermometer aside, she began to feed Steve

do it." Theodore