My Baby's Daddy

“No, of course not!” He looked at her with narrowed eyes. He knew exactly why Martha had asked Emily to come here. Knowing the old lady, she was most likely playing matchmaker, and this was just her way of setting him up with Emily.

“Then why do you look like you aren’t happy to see me?” Emily accused, biting down on her lip.

“I’m happy to see you. I was just thinking about something else, that’s all.” He had only just said this when a loud cry sounded from the second floor.

“Ow!”

couch and headed up the stairs with Emily in his wake. When they reached the guest room, they saw

to grab her hand

myself earlier. I’ll be fine,” Sophia said. She had instinctively cried out in alarm when she made contact with the hot iron, but she didn’t think she would

grip on her and led her to the bathroom, then turned on the tap

how much Arthur hated physical contact, but here he was holding the maid’s hand with an

closer to him and whispered in retort, “It’s not

drying her hand, they walked out of the bathroom together.