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

Erin urged. "Don't starve

some of the food I

for Erin. Baby is picky and stops eating something entirely once he decides he hates it

don't have to run 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 fine enough to get discharged soon. I'd

about it.

to your car,"

My chauffeur's waiting," Irene told

alighting to open the door for her. As she carried Baby into the car, she told him, "Let's go to the

favorite diner, and they headed inside to take

specialties of sead.

and shrimp soup since it was a good place for

white jacket with blue jeans and white skate shoes, giving him a clean and cute appearance. His little cheeks

he took little bites off his

she held

he was getting

hands

a chunk affectionately.