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.

the best, baby," she said, carrying him and giving him a peck on the

affection. He thought to himself that although the kid was leading a life of

couch, and Irene eyed him.

"From studying,” Tommy replied.

what

little proudly. "Why not? It's

Tut, tut... That tone!

asked,

is sweet, and so are you," Tommy

Irene continued. "Snow."

that I should have guessed, as a blow-away paper the rain had brought to rest,"

had Tommy

your best," she said. "Since you did well

around happily, and Irene smiled in turn

to sleep, while Tommy basically could do everything himself these days—he

head. "Do you think Mommy

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