The Runaway Groom

Finding the book interesting, Tommy suddenly pointed outside and exclaimed, "Pitter patter!"

"Pitter patter, pitter patter, listen to the rain!"

Tommy appeared interested as Isaac read it for him, and the boy pointed outside and exclaimed, "That's what we're hearing outside... I like nursery rhymes, Daddy."

Irene smiled mildly. "As long as you like it."

Tommy then lay down and wrapped himself in the soft blanket, his little legs lifted into the air.

Just then, Isaac's phone on the table rang.

Seeing that it was James and probably about work, he picked it up. “I'm taking this."

Irene nodded. "Go on."

She lay with Tommy and read it for him, "Home! Home! Sweet, sweet home! There's no place like home!"

"I like this, Mommy," he said, pointing at the last part. “There's no place like home—does that mean missing where we used to live?"

his age, and Irene smiled. "More or less."

you like it here?"

thought about it before adding, "But

nostalgia, and it inevitably occurs when one

said as he

him just then. "You can

he might not fall asleep if he had to share a bed with them. As Irene released him, he picked up his book

stared at Irene

old to sleep with then. "Goodnight, Daddy,” Tommy

a daughter, do you think we could have

mind?" Isaac growled, and Irene promptly sat up in

were actually unrelated, she was still

shrugged—she was

you want a

you?" Irene asked in

look at her, and he approached

thoughts exactly!" he said and

felt like he

from him, but there was no place to