My Baby’s Daddy

Zacharias was met with nothing but ruins. All the houses had been destroyed. If Shirley were really here, she’d be buried six feet under.

“Shirley? Shirley!” he shouted, his voice filled with despair. As he fell to his knees, his mind became a blank canvas.

Imogen had come down as well. She stood around, watching, her heart filled with delight. She rejoiced in her heart, muttering, Finally, the woman I hate the most is dead, and I killed all the kidnappers. There’s nothing to worry about anymore. However, a familiar voice interrupted her thoughts. “Zacharias.”

That voice was salvation for Zacharias. He turned and spotted a slender figure emerging through the smoke-filled surroundings-it was Shirley. She had survived. Tears welled up in his eyes, and the sight of her resurrected his cold, lifeless heart. “Shir!” He hurried toward her.

Shirley, too, ran to meet him, and amidst the swirling smoke, they embraced. Imogen watched, her eyes wide. She couldn’t believe Shirley had escaped instead of dying in the explosion.

Shirley’s hair, and he kissed her dust-covered cheek. Only her warmth could affirm that everything around him was still

this time, he would not let her

she have found

him, crying. They say men only cry when their hearts are shattered. When she had seen him earlier, kneeling and crying, she couldn’t help but empathize with him. She made a silent

still-swollen cheek, suggested, “This isn’t the best place to

the hug, Zacharias held onto her hand tightly, unwilling to let her go

swollen cheek. Concerned, she said, “Mr.

explained, “It’s nothing.

didn’t. I punched him.” Zacharias

at him, surprised. “What? Why’d you do

Roy for locking him in the car.

little aggrieved, Roy said, “The vice president wanted a gun. He wanted to come in and save you. I had no choice but to lock him in the car. I deserved that