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.”

Emmeline’s big bed and quickly made their

the last one out, he made sure

threw up. He had to endure the discomfort and lay there, sprawled out and pretending to be asleep

glared at him for a few seconds, realizing that this wasn’t a

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

“I’m so thirsty.

Emmeline snapped. “Remember when you

so thirsty, please,” Abel

finally caved and

up and held the glass of water to his lips. He closed his eyes and leaned into her, drinking the water slowly until the glass was

you’re heavy,” Emmeline complained as she put the glass down and tucked

up, Abel suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled

Stay with me, Emma. I love you, I really do…” Abel slurred, tears forming in the corners of his

rambling, Abel couldn’t help but shed a tear

a pang of sorrow in her heart, and

couldn’t help but snuggle into Abel’s embrace, tucking her little head

joy in his heart, holding her like

Emmeline had fallen asleep in his arms, her warm breath gently blowing

the little woman in his arms with

her delicate face, and his thumb stroked her soft