Chasing My Pregnant Wife by Night Rvelations

"Sure! I love eating whatever you cook, Rose." Yerick hauled Steve up and cradled him in his arms. "Hey, little guy! Do you miss me?"

Steve suddenly raised a hand and hit Yerick's cheek in disdain, as if trying to push him away.

Yerick frowned. "Why did you hit me? Are you allowed to bully others just because you're small?"

Steve laughed and hit him again.

"Stevie, what are you doing?" Rosalie approached them. "No hitting. That's no good."

If he picked up the bad habit of hitting others even before he turned one, it would only get worse as he grew older.

"I think Stevie likes me. Children are often bolder around people they feel closer to. It's fine, he can hit me a few more times." Yerick didn't mind it at all. Steve was just an infant, so what did he have to fear? Would Steve devour him? Yerick lifted Steve high, and Steve chuckled gleefully.

"Have fun, you guys. I'll go prepare the food," Rosalie said.

Yerick looked around him. "Rose, where is he?"

to. "He had something to

that so? But Rose, how did you two get to

know in Melrine. He's a good man, don't let his appearance

glanced shiftily

heart leaped, unsure if that was a mere passing remark or a deliberate question. She quickly put the bags down in the kitchen and said, "We're friends and he's very good to me. I treat him well too,

you treat him

you are my friends, and I treat all of you

said pitifully. "I want you to be biased toward me. You know that I like you, Rose. I'm not

him seriously. Yerick was a few years younger than her and

was unlike

uneasy, sometimes even a little awkward. Both of them looked at her with

feel much pressure-perhaps because she could dismiss Yerick as a kid. To Rosalie, Yerick was

years," Rosalie said. "You're still young and have plenty of chances to meet ladies of your age. When that happens, you won't

see