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

last one out, he made sure

endure the discomfort and lay there, sprawled out and pretending to be asleep with his

glared at him for a few seconds, realizing

loosened his tie. She then carefully positioned him on the bed and covered him

so thirsty. I

“Remember when you kicked

so thirsty,

and poured him a glass

the glass of water to his lips. He closed his eyes and leaned into

as she put the glass down and tucked Abel back into

up, Abel suddenly grabbed

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

couldn’t help but shed a tear

sorrow in her heart,

Abel’s embrace, tucking her little head under

heart, holding

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

leaned in and looked at the little

big hand caressed her delicate face, and his