Pregnant With My Boss's Quadruplets
Her jaw dropped but no word came out of her mouth.
"Do you like Daddy?" Another question came.
"Noel is just mommy's friend."
"You won't marry him, right?"
Emma forced a smile, "you really dislike Noel that much?"
Branson nodded, "I only like his cookies."
"Alright," Emma ruffled his hair, "go to bed now. I'll go get your siblings."
Once the children were settled in and asleep, Emma went out to join Noel on the porch.
"What's on your mind?"
"You," he flashed her a smile, giving her enough space on the bench.