The Runaway Groom

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 developed fondness

did, Sheryl simply ignored him, since he would just pick himself

when Isaac returned, and he threw himself at Isaac’s arms when

“What’s

again, his eyes puffy and

didn’t let Irene carry

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

“Who would want to carry you?

“Daddy, take me upstairs. I want to

the couch instead and told him, “Grandma didn’t let Mommy carry you because Mommy is

bright eyes. “Mommy was

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

nodded, as if he understood, his eyes still

that’s a good boy. Come here—check

is it?” Tommy asked expectantly, leaving Isaac staring at him for a

already forget what he asked him

did not remind him. “You’ll know when you

fit in his trunk, so he asked that the seller deliver it

wooden crate that stood over seven feet tall sat in the courtyard, and Tommy ran