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.”

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

me. How can I play tricks?”

limp, and his hands

her shoulders and carried him to

now. I won’t watch you.”

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

eyes widened. “What did you

said take off my

to throw him there. But she was afraid that

up!” Abel urged, “I can’t hold

do

is weak. I can’t lift it,” Abel said, “You have to

yourself!”

it myself, but at

thought about it, but there seemed to be no

lifted Abel’s hand, then

After a while, he finally solved his problem. He let out a

to the bed

night and felt his body stiff, especially since Emmeline