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

get to know each other? He looks so frightening, I'm sure he's

a friend I got to know in Melrine. He's a good man,

Yerick said as he glanced shiftily around the place. "Seems like you quite

passing remark or a deliberate question. She quickly put the bags down in the

case, you treat him

of you are my friends, and I treat all of you

Rose," Yerick said pitifully. "I want you to be biased toward

said so before, but Rosalie didn't take him seriously. Yerick was a few years younger

was unlike

and uneasy, sometimes even a little awkward. Both of them looked at her with such fiery and begrudging eyes, she often felt suffocated under

Yerick claimed to like her, she didn't feel much pressure-perhaps because she could

and have plenty of chances to meet ladies of your age. When that happens, you

I see many