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.

she said, carrying him and giving him

as he saw Irene shower his baby brother with affection. He thought to himself that although the

couch, and Irene eyed him. "Are you actually

"From studying,” Tommy replied.

what you

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

Tut, tut... That tone!

then asked,

sugar is sweet, and

Irene continued. "Snow."

of old snow in a corner, that I should have guessed, as a blow-away paper the rain

poems she had Tommy memorize were

said. "Since you did well

Tommy skipped around happily, and Irene smiled

himself these

his little head. "Do you think Mommy is too

himself into her arms— even if it was hard