The Runaway Groom

With those words, Isaac reached out and pulled Irene by the waist. "Ow..." She gasped in surprise and felt his lips on hers before she could continue.

Then, vaguely feeling the hand reaching across her body, she held it down and pretended to protest, “What are you doing? You're really..." Isaac said nothing and merely kissed her more delicately! Unbeknownst to them, a violent wind brewed outside, kicking up a storm of leaves.

Most of Irene's clothes were loosened before she knew it, but just as things were starting to get heated up, the door opened with a click! "Mommy! The wind... I'm so scared..." Tommy was suddenly running toward them with his blanket. Being barely a few years old, being woken by sudden stormy winds was certainly terrifying!

"S-Stop!" Irene's eyes widened at her son's voice.

Lowering her gaze and seeing that her chest was bare, she promptly pulled up the blanket to hide herself in the heat of the moment!

Then, smiling awkwardly, she shoved Isaac aside and called out, "Oh, Tommy!"

Isaac remained dressed—only the two topmost buttons of his shirt were loose, vaguely baring his muscular chest.

patted his head and

not the case since Tommy has been relatively independent,

rows of stark white

he certainly could lie without a

were still weirdly flushed, but she managed to straighten

his own pajamas

at

her and scrambled on top of the bed on both knees, wobbling a little from the bouncy mattress. "This bed is so soft." Irene pinched his cheek. "And

and snuggled

a man?" Tommy promptly held his arms

are naive. "Yes, you'll grow up

the bed, even climbing over his back. "Daddy, you never give me