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!”

older brother, even if not biologically related, was so much

at home, so she was only aware of their mother’s condition but hadn’t truly experienced it, let alone shared the concerns

devil. Hannah was home when

out, or you’ll gain weight!”

the appetite. Sweet, sour, bitter, spicy, or salty, she could handle it all. Emmeline once witnessed her sister

plump, and radiant skin. Her jet-black hair was cut in

old, it was her first time introducing a

of average height, and a good match for Hannah. His

asked her

kind-hearted types. He seems like a good

decent,” Hannah said,

good at reading people. Kimberly’s voice came from

said. “There are ladies

in

away, and their children are grown up. They’re just enjoying life

celery stalk and playfully

still didn’t give in. “Since I arrived, you’ve been wearing a serious face. I thought you were

have to worry about you