My Strict, Old-Fashioned Doctor

Summary

I married a stern, old-fashioned doctor.

He always claimed I was too young, yet he was willing to unbutton his own coat to keep my sister warm.

Heartbroken and utterly discouraged, I turned to walk away. He let out a soft sigh. "If you want to talk, Luna, could you at least button my shirt back up first?"

So, I packed my bags and ran.

He tracked me down at a hotel, cornering me in the dim room. "Running away just to elope with that little punk? Does he know you can't sleep unless you're wrapped in my arms every single night? Speak to me."

That night, I was terrified.