The Quadruplets Are Mine?

Abel opened his eyes slightly and glanced at his bodyguard.

“Babe, I did it on purpose. What are you gonna do about it?”

He kept the words to himself though. If he said it out loud, he knew Emmeline would probably throw him out on the highway.

They made their way up to the second floor, and the bodyguards helped Abel into Emmeline’s bedroom.

“He can’t stay here,” Emmeline said anxiously. “Put him in the guest room!”

The bodyguards hesitated.

“I always stay in the guest room at the Precipice,” Emmeline said with a frown. “Why should he get to stay with me?”

The bodyguard thought Emmeline had a point and turned to help Abel to the guest room.

But as he did, Abel reached out and twisted the bodyguard’s arm hard.

The bodyguard was taken aback, but then he realized that he had to listen to Abel, not Emmeline.

“Ms. Louise, Mr. Abel’s had too much to drink,” the bodyguard said. “You know his stomach can’t handle it. It’s better if he stays with you. You can take care of him.”

onto Emmeline’s big bed and quickly made their escape,

last one out, he made

threw up. He had to endure the discomfort and lay there,

few seconds, realizing that

his shoes, then his suit jacket, and loosened his tie. She then carefully positioned him on the bed and

so thirsty. I

my ass!” Emmeline snapped. “Remember when you kicked me

so thirsty, please,”

pouted and scowled, then finally caved and poured him a glass of warm

of water to his lips. He closed his eyes and

the

suddenly grabbed her waist

Emma. I love you, I really do…” Abel slurred, tears forming in

drunken rambling, Abel couldn’t help but shed a tear as he held Emmeline

of sorrow in her heart, and her vision

couldn’t help but snuggle into Abel’s embrace,

holding her like

time had passed, but Emmeline had fallen asleep in his arms, her

looked at the little woman

her delicate face, and his thumb stroked