The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“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!”

me to pee,

I’ll help you to the bathroom.” Emmeline pouted. “Don’t try to play

How

limp, and his hands and feet

put his arm around her shoulders and carried him to the bathroom. Then, she helped Abel lift the toilet

now. I won’t

my pants,” Abel said, “How can I

eyes widened. “What did

said take off

to throw him there. But she was afraid that he would fall

Abel urged, “I

do it

I can’t lift it,” Abel said, “You

yourself!”

myself, but at least

about it, but there seemed

she lifted Abel’s hand, then closed

he finally solved his problem. He let out a

carried him to the bed and continued to

did not turn over all night and felt his body stiff, especially since Emmeline