The Runaway Groom

Luna was awake.

After being taken out for a stroll, she was excitedly flailing her stubby arms, looking utterly adorable.

An almost imperceptible tenderness showed on Zachary's face as he looked at Luna. "You're that happy, huh?"

Lulu handed him Luna's bottle just then, and he started feeding the baby.

The baby must be hungry, too—she started to claw at the bottle when she felt it, her tiny pink lips searching for the nipple.

"Ms. Jones, is there anything to take note of while feeding babies?" Zachary suddenly asked as he turned.

for a moment when her

Luna's quite happy staying in bed, you don't have to pick her up. But

her working so delicately, just as she smiled when Luna started drinking eagerly when she reached the nipple. "Well done!" she exclaimed, almost reaching out

remembered the man behind her when her fingers almost reached Luna—she was just a child care worker

somehow ignored

"Mr. Slate, Luna has a name now, but it can be a little formal using it constantly. You should give her a nickname too." As she watched the baby's smile, Lulu could not come up with one herself, even though she had started thinking about it days ago. She could not keep calling Luna “baby’, and a nickname would do the trick? "A nickname?" Zachary repeated softly, his eyes flashing as

since it had never crossed his mind, though he soon turned back to Lulu. "Right! I'm not particularly

at herself in surprise, feeling a little

she said—she was still a child care worker and should be constantly aware of her place.