The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“That’s different. I’m concerned about your well-being, alright?” Abel sighed softly. “You don’t know how afraid I am for your safety. I’d rather risk my life!”

“How about I start writing dream journals and send them to you every day?” Emmeline teased him.

“That works too,” Abel chuckled.

“Forget it!” She changed the subject. “How are you feeling? Is your rib still hurting?”

He laughed. “It’s not as painful anymore. I think it’s healing. Don’t worry. Your big brother is as tough as a bull.”

“You’re something else, but you still need to take it easy Emmeline said, feeling relieved.

“Yeah, I will. And you, be good and don’t run around.”

“But, Abel.” Emmeline hesitated. “Mom’s mental state isn’t great, and I’m worried.”

“Depression can be tough,” Abel comforted her. “I’ll inquire about esoteric medicine. We can try giving Mom herbal remedies.”

“Okay, when are you coming home?”

“Whenever, I guess.”

“Alright!”

up the phone, Emmeline couldn’t help but feel grateful. Having an older brother, even if not biologically related, was so much

She didn’t spend much time at home,

devil. Hannah was home when Emmeline

out, or you’ll gain

had quite the appetite. Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, or salty, she could handle it all. Emmeline once witnessed her sister devouring food at lightning speed,

than her younger sister, with fair, plump, and radiant skin. Her jet-black hair was

along. At twenty-three years old, it

average height, and a good match for

Hannah asked her sister

kind-hearted types. He seems like a

decent,” Hannah said, her face filled with

I believe I’m good at reading people.

said. “There are ladies in their fifties at our workplace who are dating and

can’t engage in

husbands passed away, and their children are grown up. They’re just enjoying life by dating. older boyfriends.

a celery stalk and playfully swatted Hannah on the buttocks.

more like it!” Hannah still didn’t give in. “Since I arrived, you’ve been

to worry about you now, but when will Emma put