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.

was smiling at Luna, pausing for a moment

to him. "Since Luna's quite happy staying in bed, you don't have to pick her

as she smiled when Luna started drinking eagerly when she

when her fingers almost reached Luna—she was just a

today?" Zachary somehow ignored her

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 the trick? "A nickname?" Zachary repeated softly, his eyes flashing as a breeze

never crossed his mind, though he soon turned back to Lulu.

at herself in surprise, feeling a

said—she was still a child care worker and should be constantly aware