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."

arms, Irene

urged.

he can have some of the food

he decides

Irene. That's too much 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

her arms. "Ma'am," the chauffeur greeted her, alighting to open the door for her. As she carried

was Baby's favorite diner, and they headed inside to

specialties of sead.

it was a good

him a clean and cute appearance. His little cheeks were fair and his

he took little bites

as she held a

he was

his hands and

out a chunk affectionately.