Chasing My Pregnant Wife



Perhaps Sebastian had frightened Steve, as his crying grew even louder. With his little mouth open, he wailed loudly.

"Can you please stop crying? Steve, am I not holding you? Don't you always like it when Daddy holds you?" Sebastian said.

"Normally, when your mother holds you, you cry. But when I hold you, you stop. Look, I've been taking care of you all this time. Haven't I been good to you? So why are you still crying? Are you... Are you missing Theodore too?"

Sebastian's gaze suddenly turned dark and menacing.

"Tell me, is that it? Are you thinking of him because he's your real father? Steve, you have to understand that I'm your father! I've been the one taking care of your mother and you. I treasure you both, but what about Theodore? He doesn't even know you exist! He's out there enjoying himself with other women!" Sebastian cried.

"Steve, I'm your father. When you grow up, you'll only acknowledge me, right? You can't accept Theodore. He can never be your father.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

"Only I am your father. Only me!

"Steve, open your eyes and see clearly-I, Sebastian, am your father!

"Please stop crying, okay? Steve, don't cry."

But no matter how much Sebastian tried to soothe him, Steve continued to cry.

"I told you to stop crying!" Sebastian shouted at him in a frenzy.

"If you keep crying... If you keep crying, I'll bury you alive!"

Sebastian's eyes blazed fiercely as he glared at him.

Steve seemed to be shocked. He suddenly stopped crying, but his eyes had lost their sparkle, and he didn't move.

"Steve, what's wrong?" Sebastian gently touched his face.

"Did I scare you? I'm sorry." Sebastian kissed his cheek. "I mean it

I was just too angry.

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Sebastian held Steve, trying to calm him. He stopped crying or making a fuss, yet Sebastian's heart was filled with panic.

Had he scared the child out of his wits? If Rosalie came back, would she blame him?

"I'm sorry, baby. Will you cry, please? Just cry. I won't scold you or shout at you anymore. Just cry, okay? I beg you."

Steve simply continued to stare at him with wide eyes.

Sebastian was in distress. He quickly carried the child back into the villa, grabbing a toy-a little and waved it in front of him.

rattle

"Baby, look, it's a little toy. Isn't it fun?"

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The rattle made soft, rhythmic sounds. Sebastian sat on the bed holding Steve, constantly shaking the little rattle for him.

Suddenly, Steve made a noise.

Sebastian froze. He thought he had imagined it.

After a moment, he said, "Baby... Are you...are you smiling?"

As if in response to Sebastian, Steve smiled again.

A three-month-old infant was like a budding flower; he was pure and adorable. When he showed that

innocent, carefree smile, it was as if countless bright stars lit up the world.

His rosy cheeks glowed with a gentle, infantile innocence. It was soft and tender, with a faint pink hue.

A pair of pure, untainted eyes sparkled with warmth, as clear and bright as dawn breaking over a serene lake.