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.

today. After approaching him, she hugged him around the waist from

the top of her head. “Why don’t you head over to the dining table first? Breakfast will be ready soon.” A smile spread across her face. “It’s my honor to 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

were invited to

lunch

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 in,

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him gently. “You’re not allowed to

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