The Runaway Groom

Irene hesitated for a moment as she watched Isaac raise a hand, but she eventually walked up and put her hand in his palm.

He grasped her fingers firmly as he gently pulled a little, and Irene followed the motion to lean in and climb into his arms.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Isaac asked, brushing his fingers through her hair.

“You wouldn't have let me come if I did," she purred in his arms. Isaac sighed. "I just didn't want you to see me like this."

"You're my husband," Irene said, looking up at him just then. “I'll love you however you are."

And with those words, she leaned in to kiss his lips.

Isaac's whole body stiffened and he rasped, "I smell like medicine.” Irene stared at him—that was certainly not his issue.

After all, he was just used to being proud and was therefore insecure now that he lost the initiative.

She smiled. “I don't mind. What are you upset about?"

on his chest to listen to

and it's really serious—they don't even know if he's still alive. But I know Lulu, and he's most definitely dead. She wouldn't have passed her baby to Zachary otherwise... To think that this would

want to live with disappointments like them. I want to be with you forever..." Isaac gently patted her on the back. "We'll be fine.

And they were them.

and it was just how things were meant to be for them. "Did you miss me when I wasn't around?" Irene asked mildly then. "Yeah,"

you say that

speechless. "I wanted

here," Irene said, staring him in the eyes

speechless again. "Come here, just sleep with me for a

not about to fall for it. “Don't change the

his lips, gathered her in his

Very much so.

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