Chapter 464 – Second Chance Love of the Missing Groom Novel

Naturally, it was reasonable for Tommy to like her.

Later at noon, Diarmuid returned.

Diarmuid came home to take them out for lunch.

When he returned, Sheryl had already packed up the baby’s necessities, along with the stroller, which was in the car trunk.

Diarmuid had the chauffeur put everything in the car while taking the baby off Abigail’s hands.

The baby’s skin was healthy and fair, and his tiny figure was utterly adorable.

As Diarmuid gave him a peck on the cheek, he beamed, baring eight tiny white teeth that looked just like rice grains.

He was drooling too, so Diarmuid had to wipe it off him.

“Oh, my,” Diarmuid said just then. “Don’t you think his lips look just like yours?”

Tiny and pinkish, that was.

Abigail shot Diarmuid a glare. “Of course, I gave birth to him.”

“No, it’s just the lips,” Diarmuid said as he studied his baby. “His nose, eyes, and cheeks are all like mine.”

Abigail sighed—she was the one who carried the baby for ten months, and it was certainly not easy.

And both children had to resemble their father only.

“Let’s go!” Diarmuid said, putting a hand over her shoulder.

Sheryl led Tommy into one of the cars, where Eagle took the steering wheel.

Abigail and Diarmuid went to the other, which the old chauffeur drove.

They soon arrived at Median Gate and headed to the private room on the top floor which James had booked.

The menu there was special and virtually exclusive to that restaurant.

It was especially the case for the Sunshine State Cioppino, made with fileted white fish that melted in the mouth. It was a flavor that no other restaurant could reproduce.

The aroma of their ribeye steak lingered in the mouth after a bite, and its fat was just the right amount without getting greasy.

Their paella was a traditional dish, but no other place cooked it with originality. Every clam and shrimp cooked in it was the freshest there was.

There were also caviar, quails, and the like—every bite from every dish was savory, a taste to be remembered.

Naturally, not only was eating there expensive, but it was also reserved for members only.

One of the walls of the private room was completely made of glass, and it overlooked the entire city.

Thanks to James’s arrangement beforehand, food was served soon after they arrived, sparing them from having to wait—the kitchen would start preparing just before the hour of each reservation.

Tommy insisted on sitting with Erin.

Seemingly knowing that she would leave after lunch, he kept holding her hand.

He was always adorably feisty, and his silence left Erin leaning in to ask softly, “What’s wrong? You don’t seem happy.”

Tommy simply leaned on her in silence.

Erin smiled. “You don’t want me to leave, huh?”

Tommy stubbornly denied it. “No.”

Abigail glanced at their direction, her eyes lingering on Tommy just then.

She sighed slightly, feeling considerably bitter.

If only she had offered him more company, he probably would not become so quickly reliant on someone else—Erin had just been here for two days!

Still, Abigail held out her hands at Diarmuid, who was still carrying their baby, saying quietly, “I’ll carry him. You eat.”

“No, you eat first,” Diarmuid said.

Sheryl then said, “I can carry him.”

“No, you just have to worry about eating today,” Diarmuid told her—Sheryl was always babysitting for them, after all.

Whenever the baby woke up and started crying or threw a fuss during dinner, she would have to carry him and rock him to sleep.

Once the baby fell asleep and Sheryl returned to the table, the food would have gotten cold.

James pushed the caviar to Sheryl, and she lifted her spoon. “Alright, let’s all tuck in.”

She scooped a spoonful of caviar and ate it.

It was very fresh, and it was buttery rich contrary to her expectations of softness. Aside from the fishy taste, it also had a slight saltiness.

The taste of the other dishes caught her by surprise as well, and she had a hard time describing them.

Meanwhile, Abigail was putting food on Diarmuid’s plate, since he could not get anything himself while carrying their baby.

That was also when she remembered Zachary, and she asked, “Did you know? Zachary was arrested.”

James turned toward them as well.

“What did he do?” James asked.

“Drunk drive,” Abigail replied. “He’ll be kept in custody for fifteen days.”

James was speechless. “I’ll check on him later.”

Diarmuid’s face and thoughts were impassive, and he said nothing.

Abigail asked Diarmuid, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Diarmuid seemed busy playing with their baby, asking in return, “Say what?”

It was no big deal for Zachary to stay in custody for a couple days so that he cooled off.

This time, he was not being impulsive like before, and that meant he had matured enough so that people did not have to worry about him.

“Eat,” Diarmuid said, and pushed the bowl of soup Abigail poured for him back to her. “Have this too.”

Abigail did not, and pushed it back to him. “You drink it. I poured it for you”

Then, she added, “Make sure to finish it.”

Diarmuid was speechless.

James left to send Erin to the airport while the others drove home.

This time, Tommy did not want to go in the same car, and insisted on taking the same car with Abigail.

As such, she sat at the backseat with Tommy sprawled in her lap, looking listless like a withering flower.

The baby was sleeping quietly.

“What’s with him?” Diarmuid asked softly—the boy looked unhappy for a while now.

Abigail patted Tommy on the back and said, “He’s sad that Erin is leaving.”

Tommy still refused to admit it. “I’m not.”

“Okay, you’re not,” Abigail said, playing along. “Then can you tell Mommy why you’re sad?”

“I’m not sad,” he said with a drooping face. “I want Grandma.”

“We’ll be home soon,” Abigail told him.

“I want Grandma,” Tommy huffed, throwing a tantrum.

Diarmuid lowered his gaze and said quietly, “Tommy.”

The sudden quietness in his voice left Abigail almost shuddering, let alone Tommy.

Shrinking his little figure just then, he kept his head lowered dolefully, tugging at the hem of Abigail’s clothes but saying nothing this time.

Abigail wrapped her arms around him while looking at Diarmuid reproachfully.

Once they reached home, Tommy ran straight into his room and shut the door behind him.

While Sheryl carried the baby to the other room for his nap, Abigail pulled Diarmuid to his study for a talk.

“Tommy just wants someone to keep him company,” she said. “He’s just a toddler. There’s a lot he doesn’t know.”

“He shouldn’t throw tantrums no matter how old he is,” Diarmuid replied.

Abigail stared at him, silent for a while before saying, “His bad temper is just him taking after you.”

Diarmuid was left speechless.

“Sure, you’re much nicer now, do you know how many times you used to lose your temper at me?” Abigail asked him.

Diarmuid cleared his throat. “Don’t mention the past.”

“Why not?” Abigail asked.

“You provoked me into losing my temper in the past. You pushed me.”

It was Abigail’s turn to be speechless.

“You’re impossible,” she said, heading for the door. “I’m heading to Hotmesh Research. Are you going back to work?”

Diarmuidk loosened his collar a little impatiently. “Love children, but don’t spoil them.”

“I know,” Abigail said calmly. “That was my bad.”

She felt guilty for not spending much time with Tommy before, and felt bad for Tommy when Diarmuid was disciplining the boy.

“I was at fault too,” Diarmuid rasped.

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