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.

Tommy blinked at him, Isaac patted his head and said, "You

was not the case since Tommy has been relatively independent, but

stark white teeth and

was fearless—and he certainly

but she managed to

on his own pajamas as he groaned, “I'm scared—the wind's

beckoned at

bed on both knees, wobbling a little from the bouncy mattress. "This bed is so soft." Irene pinched his cheek. "And your bed

and snuggled

promptly

grin—children really are naive. "Yes, you'll grow up to

around the bed, even climbing over his back. "Daddy,