The Runaway Groom Chapter 860

Irene smiled. “It hurts.”

“Then why are you carrying Tommy?” Sheryl asked as she put the glass of cranberry juice on the table. “Don’t you know how heavy he is now? I guess you weren’t hurt enough, huh?”

Still, she was sympathetic enough to take Tommy off Irene’s arms.

“Carry him when you’re better,” Sheryl said as she carried Tommy downstairs, not forgetting to remind her, “And finish your juice.”

Tommy pouted unhappily. “I hate you, Grandma.”

Sheryl tapped his little nose. “Be a good boy. Your mommy’s sick right now, but she’ll play with you when she’s better.”

“You’re lying. Mommy can carry me and she’s smiling. She’s not sick.” Tommy started flailing his little feet. “Let me down.”

Sheryl did so, and he promptly ran up to the couch and threw himself on it angrily.

“Be a good boy now,” Sheryl coaxed. “How about I buy you another Transformers—”

“I don’t wanna!”

refusing it despite his recently

simply ignored

when Isaac returned, and he threw himself

up, asking, “What’s wrong? Why

pouting again, his

upset because I didn’t let

against Issac’s neck and sobbed, “But Mommy

was speechless. “Who would want to carry you?

tightly to Isaac’s neck. “Daddy, take me upstairs. I want to

sat on the couch instead and told him, “Grandma didn’t let Mommy carry you because Mommy is sick. How

“Mommy was so nice. She’s smiling. She’s not

to worry you. It doesn’t mean she isn’t sick—be

if he understood, his eyes

boy. Come here—check out what I bought you,” Isaac

asked expectantly, leaving Isaac staring at

what he

remind him. “You’ll know when you see

not fit in his trunk, so he asked that the seller deliver it

crate that stood over seven feet tall sat in the courtyard, and Tommy ran over on his little legs and

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