The Runaway Groom

Both Zachary and Lulu hurried into the room, where Erma had Luna in her arms and was coaxing her to sleep.

Lulu scowled at the sight of Erma, storming angrily toward her.

"What are you doing?!" Lulu demanded accusingly while taking Luna off her arms. "Can't you get some training? Why can't you hold the baby right? She's so young!"

Luna had been crying for so long her voice was hoarse, and Lulu actually felt the impulse to cry upon seeing Luna.

She finally got to see her baby—the baby whom she had carried for ten difficult months and thought of every waking moment.

On the other hand, Erma was left stunned—that was how she always carried her children, and no one told her that it was wrong!

"Mr. Slate, I..." she stammered, left awkward and unsure what to say. "Go back to cleaning the house!"

his eyes fixed on Lulu's nervous

acted just like a childcare worker... But did she have to be that

window, watching as

baby softly, "Good

voice, and somehow, he had flashbacks of another person even as he watched her from behind.

forehead's a little warm. Do you have a thermometer for children?" She had yet to have time to get cuddly

was not surprising now that Luna was crying for

forehead's warm?" Zachary appeared taken

quickly took out a thermometer. Lulu frowned when she saw it—it was for general use, and Lulu would rather her baby not share it with adults given her weaker antibodies. “That's for adults... Oh, forget it. You probably don't have that many tools for children