Erin had always held a heart of gratitude and therefore always took joy in what she had, never complaining.
On the other hand, James took leave over the next couple of days to take care of her.
He arrived at Erin's ward with food and smiled when he saw Irene. "Hello, Mrs. Jefferson."
Irene nodded in turn. "Take good care of her and don't let her slip again. You need to be very careful during pregnancy."
James nodded awkwardly. "Yes, it was my fault for not taking good care of her."
"Mom, I'm hungry." Baby tugged on Irene's sleeve just then.
Irene placed him on her lap and tousled his jet-black hair.
His facial features were more pronounced these days, which accentuated his resemblance to Isaac. They were less obvious with his younger chubbiness.
Blinking his round, black eyes, Baby said, "I want to eat."
Carrying him up in her arms, Irene said, "I'm taking Baby for lunch."
"Then hurry," Erin urged. "Don't starve him."
"Actually, he can have some of the food I bought," James suggested.
Irene smiled. "Save it for Erin. Baby is picky and stops eating something entirely once he decides he hates it on the first bite. I'm going now—I'll come by again tomorrow."
"You don't have to run around for me, Irene. That's too much trouble," Erin said, winking at Irene. "James has taken a couple of days off, and I'm fine enough to get discharged soon. I'd be embarrassed if you had to dote on me like this."
Irene thought about it. "Okay."
"I'll walk you to your car," James offered.
"You don't have to. My chauffeur's waiting," Irene told him.
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