Rosalie hurriedly handed the baby to Theodore.
She was at her wits' end. What exactly was going on? Perhaps this was because they were truly father and son. Sometimes, there were no explanations for things that were simply amazing and mysterious.
Theodore felt energized looking at the baby. Rosalie, on the other hand, was exhausted.
"Rose, why don't I stay here and coax the baby to sleep? You can go to bed first." "How can I make you do that? You need to rest early." "But Steve cries each tI put him down. If he keeps crying, it'll disturb you and Justin, or even our neighbors." "Well..." Rosalie didn't know what to do.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"How about this," Theodore suggested, "I'll give you Steve. If he doesn't cry, I'll leave. If he cries, then do as I say. I'll stay to coax him to sleep and I'll leave once he's asleep, okay?" Rosalie pondered for a moment before nodding. "Okay, then." She stretched her arms out to receive the baby.
The moment Theodore put the baby in Rosalie's arms, the baby started crying again. Rosalie herself was on the verge of tears.
After Theodore took Steve and coaxed him for a little while, he stopped crying.
Rosalie put her hand on her forehead, feeling like she was going to go crazy.
"See, I can't leave. I'll put him to sleep. Just go to bed, it'll be fine," Theodore said.
"I'll wait till you put him to sleep," Rosalie said with a yawn. She was utterly exhausted.
"Rose, lie down on the bed. I'll put the baby next to you once he falls asleep and I'll leave. You can't make yourself stay awake when you're so tired. You need to take care of Justin next door on top of the baby." What Theodore said made sense.
Rosalie didn't reject his suggestion this time. "I'll lie down for a while. Callwhen you're leaving." Theodore nodded. "Alright. Go lie down and rest." With that, Theodore carried Steve to the living room.
Rosalie yawned and decided to take a nap on the bed, unable to fight the sleepiness any longer.
Theodore's eyes were filled with melancholy and helplessness at the sight of the woman who fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe carefully shut the door and carried Steve to the living room where he settled down on the couch.
"Dada..." Steve suddenly cooed, making a sound that sounded very much like he was calling Theodore daddy. Theodore was stunned. "Stevie, what did you say?" "Dada..." The baby was gurgling as he blinked his innocent, wide eyes, his hands waving in the air with a smile on his face. "Dada...da..." He was like a little angel injecting warmth into Theodore's cold, cold heart and warming up his entire being.
He was in shock and disbelief as joy surged through his chest up to his brain, immediately sending his tear ducts into overdrive. "Baby, were...were you calling me?" Theodore asked slightly agitatedly.
Steve chuckled. "Dada." "Stevie," Theodore said as he carried Steve in his arms and stood up from the couch, pacing back and forth, feeling slightly overwhelmed. Stevie, you you calleddaddy. I'm not your daddy, Sebastian is." Content belongs to en.kikistoriesHe was beginning to ramble.
"Dada," Steve continued calling him.
"Stevie." Although Steve wasn't his own son, hearing Steve call him daddy moved him deeply co el.ne him feel as though he truly was Steve's dad. Strong fatherly affection cgushing from his heart. Content belongs to. en.kikistories"Darling, thank you." "Mama," Steve said again.
swn "You know how to call for your daddy and mommy at such a young age," Theodore said proudly. "How smart of you!" "Mama, dada." "Yes, darling. Your mommy is sleeping In the room, but Daddy's here. Daddy will carry you." This was good. Even though he wasn't Steve's biological father, he could live in his own illusion even just for one night. "Stevie, this shall be our little secret. Don't tell anyone about it." Theodore carefully planted a kiss on Steve's forehead.
"My good son." If Steve were really his son, Theodore would do anything for him-even give his life.