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 said,

hurry," Erin urged. "Don't

of

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

couple of days off, and I'm fine enough to get

about it.

to your car," James

My chauffeur's waiting," Irene told

Baby in her arms. "Ma'am," the chauffeur greeted her, alighting to open the door for

favorite diner, and they headed inside to take a

their specialties

and shrimp soup since it was

him a clean and

took little bites off his

frowned as she held a

he was getting

hands and lips.

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