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!”

snapped, refusing it despite his recently developed fondness for

ignored him, since he would just

still pouting when Isaac returned, and he threw himself

him up, asking, “What’s wrong? Why are your

again, his eyes puffy

I didn’t let

his face against Issac’s neck and sobbed, “But Mommy

was speechless. “Who would want to carry you?

neck. “Daddy, take me

and told him, “Grandma didn’t let Mommy carry you because Mommy is sick. How could you throw a

round, bright eyes. “Mommy was so nice. She’s

smiling because she didn’t want to worry you. It doesn’t

as if he understood, his

good boy. Come here—check out what

Tommy asked expectantly, leaving Isaac staring at

what

Isaac did not remind him. “You’ll know

it for him, but it would not fit in his trunk, so he asked that the seller deliver

over seven feet tall sat in the courtyard, and Tommy

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