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!”

help me to pee, or I’ll

help you to the bathroom.”

don’t even release me. How can I play tricks?” Abel

was limp, and his hands

put his arm around her shoulders and carried him to

pee now. I won’t

pants,” Abel said,

eyes widened. “What did

said take

her teeth and wanted to throw him there. But she was afraid that he would fall and get

up!” Abel urged, “I can’t hold

you do it

weak. I can’t lift it,” Abel said, “You have

it yourself!”

myself, but at least

but there

lifted Abel’s hand,

a while, he finally solved

him to the bed and

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