“Hey!” Abel shouted in the dark, “D*mn it! Get your stinky foot off!”

He woke up Emmeline. Then, she found the emptiness beside her.

Rubbing her eyes, she realized she had turned to the other side of the bed. She hurried back and hugged Abel’s neck again.

“I want to pee,” Abel said, “Let me go.”

“No,” Emmeline answered, “I can’t let you go!”

“You want me to wet the bed?”

“Hold it until dawn. I’ll let you pee after I get up.”

“Holding pee will cause prostatitis,” Abel said helplessly, “You won’t want your future husband to be dysfunctional, right?”

“Stop teasing me,” Emmeline refuted, “You don’t even love me. How can you be my future husband?”

Abel frowned. “Whether I’ll be your future husband, I want to pee right now!”

“No.” Emmeline hugged his neck firmly. “If you run away, I won’t be able to catch you!”

to pee, or

bathroom.” Emmeline pouted. “Don’t try

me. How

limp, and his hands and feet

his arm around her shoulders and carried him to

can pee now. I won’t watch you.” She turned

pants,” Abel said,

widened. “What did

said take off

him there. But

up!” Abel urged, “I

you do

lift it,” Abel said, “You have

it yourself!” Emmeline

do it myself, but at

thought about it, but there seemed to be

lifted Abel’s hand, then closed her

a while, he finally solved his problem. He let out a long

him to the bed and continued to sleep until

Abel opened his eyes early. He did not turn over all night and felt his

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