The Quadruplets Are Mine?

“Hey!” Abel shouted in the dark, “D*mn it! Get your stinky foot off!”

He woke up Emmeline. Then, she found the emptiness beside her.

Rubbing her eyes, she realized she had turned to the other side of the bed. She hurried back and hugged Abel’s neck again.

“I want to pee,” Abel said, “Let me go.”

“No,” Emmeline answered, “I can’t let you go!”

“You want me to wet the bed?”

“Hold it until dawn. I’ll let you pee after I get up.”

“Holding pee will cause prostatitis,” Abel said helplessly, “You won’t want your future husband to be dysfunctional, right?”

“Stop teasing me,” Emmeline refuted, “You don’t even love me. How can you be my future husband?”

Abel frowned. “Whether I’ll be your future husband, I want to pee right now!”

“No.” Emmeline hugged his neck firmly. “If you run away, I won’t be able to catch you!”

“Then help me to pee, or I’ll suffocate.”

help you to the bathroom.” Emmeline

me. How can I play

and his hands and feet were

him to the bathroom. Then,

I won’t watch you.” She turned her

pants,” Abel said, “How

widened. “What

said take off

her teeth and wanted to throw him there. But

“I can’t hold it

you do it

I can’t lift it,” Abel said, “You

it yourself!”

do it myself, but at least lift

thought about it, but there seemed to be no

lifted Abel’s hand,

solved his problem. He let

carried him to the bed and continued to sleep until

early. He did not turn over all night and felt his body stiff, especially since Emmeline