Chasing My Pregnant Wife

Wesley looked at Yerick, who was kneeling on the ground, and his heart ached.

He painfully closed his eyes, wanting to say something, but he couldn't bring himself to speak the words at the tip of his tongue.

"Mom, why did you die without telling me who my father is? Were you afraid I would hate him? I did hate him, but now I'm all alone. How I wish I could find my real father. Even though I'd be angry at him, I think I would forgive him, as long as...as long as he's willing to accept me as his son."

Wesley opened his eyes, a flicker of hope flashing in his gaze. Finally, he released the emotions he had been holding back.

"Yerry, I'm your father."

Yerick turned to look at Wesley, his eyes wide with shock. "What did you say?"

Wesley crouched down, knelt on one knee, and held Yerick's hand tightly. "I am your biological father. I'm sorry for only telling you now, Yerry."

"You're my biological father? Why... Why you? You're my godfather!" Yerick's expression was one of disbelief.

day on the bridge, I saw the photo in your wallet. That's when I started suspecting you

was too cowardly. I was afraid you'd be angry, afraid you'd hate me,

he got up from the

me. I'm truly sorry

really

not lying to

Yerick stepped forward, gently

the tombstone. "Mom,

see that? I've

me all along. You didn't want to tell me. Was it to protect him? Mom, you're

a shovel from behind the tombstone and

his head. The world spun,

bound. He was lying in a pit, with piles

only watch as the dirt buried half of