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?"

for his age, and Irene smiled. "More or less." “I miss home too,"

it here?" Irene

he replied and suddenly thought about it before adding, "But I miss home

was nostalgia, and it inevitably occurs when one has

should sleep,” Tommy said as he picked up

hugged him just then. "You

anyone else for the longest time, and he might not fall asleep if he had to share a bed with them. As Irene released him, he picked up his book and

just then, and he stared at

too old to sleep with then. "Goodnight, Daddy,” Tommy said primly and scampered off on his little

"If Erin has a daughter, do you think we could have

you lost your mind?" Isaac growled,

Isaac were actually unrelated, she was

was

a daughter?”

Irene

locked the door just as he turned to look at her, and he approached her slowly and

thoughts exactly!" he said and reached out

having two sons, and he felt like he could snap her if he got a little

snapped and withdrew from him, but there was no place to hide when the bed