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!”

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

spend much time at home, so she was only aware of their mother’s condition but hadn’t

Hannah was home when Emmeline came home from

or you’ll gain weight!” Emmeline

it all. Emmeline once witnessed her

shorter than her younger sister, with fair, plump, and radiant skin.

along. At twenty-three years old, it

height, and a good match for Hannah. His name

what do you think of Henrick?” Hannah asked her sister while they were

cheerful, kind-hearted types. He seems

said he seemed decent,” Hannah

been there. I believe I’m good at

are ladies in their fifties at our workplace

can’t engage in such

are grown up. They’re just enjoying

a celery stalk and playfully swatted Hannah on the

in. “Since I arrived, you’ve been wearing a serious face. I thought you were

don’t have to worry about you now, but