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.

pausing for a moment when her gaze met Zachary's before going to

to pick her up. But you also have to be careful,

quietly watched 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 to caress Luna's

she remembered the man behind her when her fingers almost reached Luna—she was

today?" Zachary somehow ignored her move and strode

a teddy bear and suddenly turned. "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

soon turned back to Lulu. "Right! I'm not particularly gifted in naming,

pointed at herself in surprise, feeling a little

right," she said—she was still a child care worker and should be constantly aware of