The Runaway Groom

Erin had always held a heart of gratitude and therefore always took joy in what she had, never complaining.

On the other hand, James took leave over the next couple of days to take care of her.

He arrived at Erin's ward with food and smiled when he saw Irene. "Hello, Mrs. Jefferson."

Irene nodded in turn. "Take good care of her and don't let her slip again. You need to be very careful during pregnancy."

James nodded awkwardly. "Yes, it was my fault for not taking good care of her."

"Mom, I'm hungry." Baby tugged on Irene's sleeve just then.

Irene placed him on her lap and tousled his jet-black hair.

His facial features were more pronounced these days, which accentuated his resemblance to Isaac. They were less obvious with his younger chubbiness.

Blinking his round, black eyes, Baby said, "I want to eat."

him up in her arms, Irene said, "I'm

hurry," Erin urged.

of the food

once he decides he hates it on the first bite. I'm going now-I'll come

trouble," Erin said, winking at Irene. "James has taken a couple of days off, and I'm fine enough to get discharged soon. I'd be embarrassed if you had to dote on

thought about it.

you to your

don't have to. My chauffeur's waiting," Irene

Irene left the hospital with Baby in her arms. "Ma'am," the chauffeur greeted her, alighting to open the door for her. As she carried Baby into the car, she told him, "Let's

favorite diner, and they headed inside to take

their specialties of sead.

it was

shoes, giving him a clean and cute appearance. His little cheeks were fair and his round spirited

he took little bites off

she

was getting

his hands

held out a chunk