My Baby's Daddy

“Is this my godmother, Godfather?” Jared asked with a smile while looking at Sophia next to Arthur.

Sophia choked as she was about to take a sip of tea to quench her thirst. “No, no. You misunderstood, kiddo,” she said, covering Jared’s mouth and coughing lightly.

Without saying anything, Arthur simply curled the corner of his mouth.

“We are just friends,” Sophia attempted to explain.

“My daddy and mommy were also just friends before they fell in love and married.” According to Jared, friends could become husband and wife.

Sophia fixed her gaze on Jared. He was as attractive as his father, and his sweet little face made her want to pinch it.

“I’m not worthy to be with your godfather!” she scowled.

“Miss, don’t worry. You are so beautiful. You’ll be a good match for my godfather,” Jared said, looking back at Arthur.

Someone couldn’t see her beauty! Someone always thought

compliment.” She smiled as she raised

Jared next to him. His best friend was getting married, and he should look after

wife. His words were brief, but

yelled through the microphone to her grandson, “Elliot, please treat Anastasia well and don’t let

will live up to it,” Elliot replied, looking

the stage at the banquet. Her eyes darkened as she heard his words,

straightforward and solemn. They exchanged rings after reading the oath. During the kissing session, Elliot only kissed Anastasia’s forehead because she

audience erupted in

grand wedding and a happy couple

beginning to end, and it was the first time she had

the future. Would he be as gentle and attractive as the groom on stage? Would he be

she could meet such a lover and devote her entire

side while she was looking at the stage. Sophia smiled broadly, her eyes wide with admiration. The way the corners of her mouth