My Baby's Daddy

The bandaging was finally done, but Shirley’s clothes were already stained with blood, so she couldn’t wear them anymore. The man removed the cardigan he was wearing and put it on her. She instantly warmed up under the thick and warm material, but the man was only wearing a thin, white button-down underneath.

This night seemed slow and long, and after Shirley returned to the Flintstone Residence with Zacharias and informed her mother that she was home safely, she rested in his embrace, feeling exhausted. Forgetting how her hands were stained with blood while killing a person this evening, she drifted off to sleep peacefully.

On the other hand, Zacharias was sleepless. Propping himself with one arm, he stared at the girl in his arms with a mix of emotions in his chest-self-blame, heartbrokenness, and a strong feeling of love. She loved him more than her life.

Lowering his head, he planted a kiss on her forehead. I love you more than my life, too.

When sunlight once again poured over the land the next day, the world seemed so beautiful and peaceful. Dressed in her night robe, Shirley was at the staircase landing on the second floor when the delicious smell of breakfast drifted to her nose, and she went downstairs, following the trail of the aroma.

kitchen because the cook wasn’t on duty today. After approaching him, she hugged him around the waist

have breakfast made by you.” “As long as you like it, I’ll prepare breakfast for you all my life,” he replied, turning his head back. However, Shirley shook her head. “It’s enough every once in a while. You have more important

from her mother. This afternoon, they were invited to lunch at the White

going to my granduncle’s place for lunch today,” she said to Zacharias

meet your father last night. It’s great that I can use this opportunity to meet him now.” “We’re not going to talk about work when we’re there. We’ll just enjoy our lunch together.” Sure. We can also discuss our marriage with your family,” he added, placing his hands around her waist. “Are you willing to be Mrs. Flintstone?” Lifting her head, she asked, “Are there any benefits to being Mrs. Flintstone?” Squinting his eyes, he thought about it and lowered his head, asking, “I’ll love you my whole life. Is that considered a benefit?” She nodded. “Yes, it is!” Avoiding her injured shoulder, he held her around her waist, leaned

his hand. “Mr. Zacharias, your signature is required for this

gently. “You’re not allowed to cut

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