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.”

the bathroom.” Emmeline pouted. “Don’t try to

don’t even release me. How can I

body was limp, and his hands and feet

his arm around her shoulders and carried him to the bathroom. Then,

won’t watch you.” She turned

take off my pants,” Abel said, “How can I pee with my pants

eyes widened. “What did

take off

her teeth and wanted to throw him there. But she

Abel urged, “I can’t hold it

you do it

I can’t lift it,” Abel said,

it yourself!”

do it myself, but at least lift my

but there seemed to be no other

Abel’s hand,

he finally solved his problem. He let out

bed and

his eyes early. He did not turn over all night and felt his body