The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Kendra squinted at the approaching “man” who walked with a strikingly similar gait to Emmeline. Oh, you’re back! Quincy just woke up,” Kendra smiled as she informed Emmett, unaware of everything that had just happened that afternoon.

“I can help you carry her!” Emmett said with outstretched arms.

“You?” Kendra chuckled. “I wouldn’t expect a man to know how to carry a baby!”

“Well, I carried my younger brother when he was a baby,” Emmett explained. “It’s no problem for me at all!”

Abel walked over and overtook Emmett instead, grabbing hold of Quincy and carrying her into his arms in one swift move. “Let me do it,” Abel told Kendra. “You can go ahead and prepare dinner.”

“Dinner is already prepared, Mr. Abel,” Kendra informed him. “You’re back a little later than usual today.”

“Mm,” Abel grunted softly. “Some things got in the way.”

Behind him, Emmett stuck out his tongue childishly.

Kendra took over Quincy once again as they entered the dining hall. “Why don’t you both head upstairs to change and wash up first? I’ll get the dishes out,” Kendra told them.

Emmett went upstairs and headed for their respective rooms. Back in her room, Emmeline inspected her fake mustache and made sure it was properly in place before changing and going back downstairs. As everyone was gathered at the

Abel, Ms. Murphy is

she want?” Abel raised

something over,” Luca explained. “Should I

her in then since it’s Mom’s instruction. She might just tell on me if

informed security to allow Evelyn Murphy’s sports car into the compound. A few minutes later,

soothe your tummy, so I’m here to deliver it!” she announced cheerily just before noticing the man

to visit Abel and be closer to him, but she had not expected the wicked man to still be around! Abel was even serving him food and feeding him pieces

ribs. You should eat more to fill up that skinny frame of yours,” Abel told

dote

not your mother or your grandmother. I’m a

always so patient and gentle with me, almost exactly like

his voice remained gentle. “Why can’t you

temper!” Emmett objected. “You’re much

you finish your food, you can say I