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!”

the couch and headed up the stairs with Emily in his wake. When they reached the guest room, they saw Sophia standing by the ironing board holding her hand, and the clothing iron

out to grab her hand and immediately saw the

I’ll be fine,” Sophia said. She had instinctively cried out in alarm when she made contact

turned on the tap to run her red, angry palm under cold water. While doing so, he chided,

saw this scene. She remembered how much Arthur hated physical contact, but here he was holding

in retort, “It’s not my fault I’ve never been made to iron

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,