Fifty Four

“Hey, what are you doing in there.” Abigail whispered standing by the kids room’s door, peeping into the room.

Marcel turned his head to look at her, he stood up from the bed and walked over to her.

“I still find it hard to believe that this kids are mine.” Marcel whispered to her hearing, his gaze still on her triplet.

“Do you.. do you Uhm.. hate me.” She stuttered nervously.

She loved this man that was standing right in front her, and she wouldn’t want him leaving her even before they could have a proper relationship.

“Why would I?” Marcel questioned confused. “Let’s take this outside, so we don’t wake the kids.” He said to her, leading her out of the room and then closing the door silently behind him.

“So…” Abigail asked as they stepped into the master’s bedroom, her fingers entwined nervously.

“I am not mad at you Abigail. What we had was a contract, and I am sure the only reason you picked me to be your husband was so anyone could see the uncanny resemblance I had with Denise,