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

the bathroom.” Emmeline pouted. “Don’t try to play

me. How

limp, and his hands

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

can pee now. I won’t watch you.” She

my pants,” Abel said, “How can I pee with my pants

widened. “What

said take off

there. But she

up!” Abel urged, “I can’t

do

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

it yourself!” Emmeline was

do it myself, but at

about it, but there seemed to

lifted Abel’s hand, then closed

while, he finally solved his problem. He let

to the bed

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