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!”

in his wake. When they reached the guest room, they saw Sophia standing

out to grab her hand and immediately saw

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

bathroom, then turned on the tap to run

much

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

the tap water and drying her hand, they walked out of the bathroom together. Then, he glanced at Emily and said, “Have your maids do the ironing, Emily. I’m afraid Sophia’s a