The Runaway Groom

A woman's voice? Who was it?

Irene asked tentatively, “I'm looking for Zachary Slate."

"Oh, he's having a shower," the woman on the other end replied.

Irene was speechless for a moment. "Okay. Just tell him to call me back when he's done—"

The woman cut her short before she could finish. “Actually, I think he'll be busy..."

Irene frowned so hard her brows almost knitted together.

Did that woman think she was in a relationship with Zachary and was trying to assert dominance?

“Look, I'm not his girlfriend—we're just friends, and there's something we need to talk about, that's all," Irene explained. “Tell him to call me back."

With that, she hung up and dropped on the couch, feeling bemused. Was that how he was going to get over being dumped? By messing around with women?

Her baby pulled her hair just then, and Irene patted him in return, returning her focus to playing with her baby.

He had been walking steadily these days, although he had often tripped on his first steps.

him and giving

Irene shower his baby brother with affection. He thought to himself that although the kid was leading a life of bliss at the moment, he would not escape the

dropped on the couch, and Irene eyed him. "Are you actually getting

"From studying,” Tommy replied.

you remember what

a little proudly. "Why not? It's not

Tut, tut... That tone!

then asked,

blue, sugar is sweet,

Irene continued. "Snow."

snow in a corner, that I should have guessed, as a blow-away

in stratification—the poems she had Tommy memorize were ordered according to

she said. "Since you did well today, you have

happily, and Irene

started to coax her baby to sleep, while Tommy basically could do everything himself these days—he would even insist on washing up himself before climbing into bed although he

patted his little head. "Do you think

Mommy." Tommy threw himself into her arms— even if it was hard work, he was