The Runaway Groom

Luna was awake.

After being taken out for a stroll, she was excitedly flailing her stubby arms, looking utterly adorable.

An almost imperceptible tenderness showed on Zachary's face as he looked at Luna. "You're that happy, huh?"

Lulu handed him Luna's bottle just then, and he started feeding the baby.

The baby must be hungry, too—she started to claw at the bottle when she felt it, her tiny pink lips searching for the nipple.

"Ms. Jones, is there anything to take note of while feeding babies?" Zachary suddenly asked as he turned.

at Luna, pausing for a moment

she said as she demonstrated it to him. "Since Luna's quite happy staying in bed, you don't have to pick her up. But you

quietly watched her working so delicately, just as she smiled when Luna started drinking eagerly when

man behind her when her fingers almost reached Luna—she was just a child care worker and must not cross the

today?" Zachary somehow ignored her move and

using it constantly. You should give her a nickname too." As she watched the baby's smile, Lulu could not come up

had never crossed his mind, though he soon turned back to Lulu. "Right! I'm not particularly

Lulu pointed at herself in surprise, feeling a little awkward when he

she said—she was still a child care worker and should be constantly aware of her place.