Quadruplets Unite: Mother's Words Are Law

Abel gave himself a quick wipe-down before taking a seat on the sofa for a smoke.

Sam was cooking in the kitchen.

Ms. Louise took the Worrydfree drug, so she lost her feelings for Abel. However, Abel was now head over heels for Ms. Louise.

The unfortunate turn of events brought tears to Sam's eyes.

Why did God put an idea in Waylon's head to develop such a problematic drug like Worryfree?

What was done was done. Still, why did Waylon have to add a paprika taste to the drug?

Sam wanted to grab the paprika seasoning for a smell comparison.

The bottle of smoked paprika was missing on the spice rack though.

Sam mumbled to herself, "That can't be right. I remember putting it here after making food for the babies. Did I finish the bottle and throw it? I must put it on my shopping list to get another bottle. Otherwise, I can't get the flavors right for the kids."

Emmeline took a nice hot soak and emerged from the bathroom in a towel. She was drying her hair.

Abel returned to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Out of the bathroom, Emmeline put on her pajamas and sat behind her dressing table to blow her hair dry.

"I'll blow dry your hair." Standing behind her, Abel took over the hair dryer.

"Excuse me. I'm not anybody to you," Emmeline replied.

"You're my wife and the mother of my children. You're my only lover, and I'm happy to be of your service."

Emmeline said, "I told you I'm not your wife. I didn't marry you. Sure, I'm the mother of the kids, but it doesn't change anything. We're not in love. You are very well in your rights to seek another woman. I have the freedom to fall for another guy too."

"Don't you dare, Emmeline Louise! The only man in your life is me now and forever!" In an act of asserting dominance, Abel locked her in his arms from behind.

"You're narcissistic. Where did your confidence come from?" Emmelien pursed her lips.

Abel was lost for words.

"Forget it. I don't want to waste my breath with you. I'm going to bed. Please make your way to the guest room." Emmeline waved her arm.

"Emma." Abel did not want to leave.

Emmeline turned around and gave him a couple of shoves, but he remained as still as a log.

Trapping her in his embrace, Abel uttered, "I'm not going to the guest room. I want to hold you in your sleep."

"But just two hours ago, I recall you driving me away and saying that you won't hold me to sleep."

"The incident two hours ago does not exist anymore. I want to hold you in bed now," Abel answered.

"But I don't want to. Just get your *ss to the guest room and stop bothering me. I don't love you. What should we sleep together? We're no husband and wife or lovers. You're just taking advantage of me!" Emmeline pulled a long face.

Abel was rendered speechless.

He had nothing. No comeback or clap back. Zilch.

"But Emma…"

Emmeline sternly exclaimed, "Get out. Don't keep me from my beauty sleep!"

"Will you love me again, Emma?" Abel was tensed up.

"How would I know? One thing's for sure, I don't love you, so I don't want to share a bed with you. Please proceed to the guest bedroom, or I'll call the cops." Emmeline brushed her hair in front of the mirror.

Abel was sad. "Alright. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."