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."

in her arms, Irene

Erin urged. "Don't

have some of

Erin. Baby is picky and stops eating something entirely once he decides he hates it on the first bite. I'm

around for me, Irene. That's too much trouble," Erin said, winking at Irene. "James has taken a couple of days off, and I'm

thought about

walk you to your car,"

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

alighting to open the door for

Baby's favorite diner, and they

their specialties of

since it was a

clean and cute appearance. His little cheeks were fair and his round spirited eyes made him especially

took little

she

he was

his hands and lips.

held out a chunk affectionately. "Eat,