Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 1442

A few days later, Theodore took Rosalie and Steve on a camping trip. They found a quiet spot, and bodyguards were stationed around for security.

The scenery was breathtaking. In the distance, layers of mountains stacked upon each other, while lush greenery spread in all directions. Just a few dozen feet ahead, a clear stream flowed gently, creating a serene and natural landscape.

"Theo, let's set up the tent first," Rosalie said.

They had decided to camp here for the night, as it was a perfect spot for stargazing.

"Alright, I'll have the bodyguards set it up."

"Theo," Rosalie walked forward and said, "let's set it up together. No need to ask the bodyguards."

"But it will be tiring. I can do it myself—you should sit and rest," Theodore said, not wanting her to exert herself.

"It's fine. I can handle it. Let's set up the tent together," Rosalie insisted.

Theodore nodded. "Alright, we'll do it together."

He bent down, opened the bag, and took out the tent. The two of them then started assembling it.

The sky was a clear, brilliant blue with wisps of white clouds scattered across it. A light breeze whispered through the tranquil grasslands, making the blades of grass rustle softly.

Theodore and Rosalie spread the tent fabric over the grass, smoothing out the material.

Rosalie picked up the tent poles and inserted them into the designated slots. Her movements weren't particularly skilled, but she was focused and determined. She exchanged a smile with Theodore as they worked together.

This moment would become a cherished memory for both of them.

Theodore, ever meticulous, carefully adjusted the angle and position of each pole, his fingers skillfully fastening the buckles and zippers with ease and precision.

Meanwhile, Steve was playing happily on the grassy field not far away. Holding a balloon in his hand, he laughed brightly. He ran after the wind, as if he were the true leader of this joyful outing.

The sound of his laughter echoed through the picturesque landscape, filling the camping trip with warmth and happiness.

Once the tent was fully set up, they arranged the blankets and pillows inside.

Theodore took her hand. He knew why Rosalie wanted to rename the child—it was because Sebastian had chosen the original name.

"Rose, if you want to change his name, that's fine. But there's no need to change his surname. He belongs to both of us. Whether he takes your last name or mine, it's the same."

"Theo, the baby I'm carrying will have my last name, Young. So, I want Steve to take your last name. That way, it's fair to you. I can't have both children taking my surname."

Seeing how serious Rosalie was, Theodore realized this wasn't just a discussion—she had truly made up her mind.

"Alright, then let's give Steve a new name. What would you like to call him?"

"You should be the one to name him," Rosalie said.

Before, she had almost taken away Theodore's chance to be a father. She hadn't let him witness the child's birth, nor had she involved him in choosing a name.

This time, she wanted Theodore to be the one to name their child.