Abigail paced around her bedroom, she felt worried.. Marcel hadn't come back home yet. And she's definitely sure he told her he would be coming back home tonight. Her eyes drifted to the wall clock.. "11:45." The clock read, that late and he wasn't still back home."Why won't he call at least or should I call him?" She asked out loud sitting down on her bed, slapping her phone on her hand repeatedly. *He might have been met with some kind of accident and he is probably to injured to call me, so yeah... I will call him.* she thinks already making her mind up. She searched for his name on her call log, and found it. Abigail dialed Marcel's number, it rang for a while then stopped ringing. He did not pick up. "Why would he pick up. Wait!" She stood up abruptly.. shock clouding her facial expression, "Did he really get into an accident, is that why he is not picking?" She asked out loud going into panic mode. "Let's just try calling him one more time, there's no need to panic... yet."
Abigail sighed turning her pot of hot gumbo dip, it's been a week and Marcel still doesn't come home every night and most times he ends up spending an awfully full two days outside. The kids wouldn't stop complaining but they didn't make much noise about it like last time, cause this time they get to do video calls with him to their heart content.To the kids they felt it was work that's having their father's attention, but Abigail knew very well who had the attention. Racheal!Today it's a Saturday, she wondered if he would come back home today and at least spend some time with the kids. "Daddy!!!" Abigail heard the kids voice from the sitting room, she almost dropped the big spoon she was holding... and raced to the sitting room to welcome him. But she was able to calm herself down, she had to wait and not act like some high school kid who hasn't seen her lover in years. "Where's your mum?" She heard Marcel ask the kids, she blushed at that. Happy he asked of her the minute he c
"You invited her to church?" Abigail asked staring at Marcel in disbelief."No. I did not. Racheal what are you doing here?" Marcel asked walking close to Rachael."Since you told me, you guys were going to church, I decided to come get my Hallelujah on." Racheal answered shrugging, she could not understand why Abigail looked offended.. she expected it from Hailey but not Abigail, and the look.. the look her boyfriend had on his face wasn't one she liked either. "Mummy, who is this lady?" Elise asked staring at the aunty standing in-front of her curiously with a touch of hate. Elise didn't know why, but she disliked the lady already. "I'm your daddy's friend." Racheal answered bending down to the girls height. "Really? Why would you allow her come here?" Hailey whispered to only Marcel's hearing. "I would have been able to stop her if I knew she was coming but she didn't inform me, okay. So I did not have much of an allowing to do." Marcel whispered back glaring at his sister."I
"Uhm I didn't think you would be awake." Marcel said walking into the room nervously, staring at anywhere else but her."Get! Out!" Abigail screamed at him again, pointing towards the door. *Just who the hell does he think he his, going invincible all of a sudden and thinking he could just appear the way he likes.* Abigail thinks."Abigail, I'm sorry. I truly am and I have no excuses." He bowed his head in shame. "Shouldn't Rachael be your excuse. You do not have to hide that's she far more important than me, your sister, and the kids." She laughed dryly getting down from the bed. "First you bring her to the church and flaunt her in my face, disrespecting the fact that I'm your wife then next, you decide to go invisible. Do you know how we waited for you? How I had to come with crazy excuses for your sorry ass. I am so mad that I don't want to see your face right now, so get the fuck out my room and my house!"Marcel was confused. He knew he did wrong by not showing up when he said
Abigail's clashed her lips into his, excitement burning at the very pit of her stomach. She knew he was drunk in sadness and he wasn't in the right frame of mind but she could not stop herself...Her hands caressed his face lovingly, as they exchanged spittle, their tongue familiarizing in togetherness. Abigail knew very well that she was Aroused, she knew if she didn't stop Marcel, they would end up rolling on the sheets. But Marcel nibbling on her lower lips took away all her thoughts of reasoning. Against her initial plan of letting go, she found herself doing away with all the buttons on his chest, wanting to feel his bare skin. Marcel caressed every inch and curve of her back, he did not have to unclasp her bra cause apparently, she wasn't putting on any... since she was initially ready for bed.His lips left her mouth and found her nipples, sucking and biting it with the night gown in-between. Abigail moaned but she wanted his mouth sucking on her naked breast, and for this
"Don't you remember? You did the sperm donor thing 9 years back?" Abigail said trying to juggle his memory. Marcel stared at her trying to recollect his memories, it did not take much time for his memory to come back.Flashback>>>>>>>"Mummy has been calling you since last night. Why was your phone switched off, anyway.. she's been asking for you." Mabel Marcel's elder sister said, as he sauntered into the house with a bag hanging loosely on his shoulder."Can you at-least allow me to fully enter into the house, maybe have something to eat and probably have a nice bath, before disturbing me with the affairs of the family. I am very much tired, as you can see." Marcel groaned walking into the room he shared with his sisters."I’m afraid you would have a put a dent in your plans to bath, cause daddy was rushed to the hospital." Mabel informed him, having a tired and sad look on her face. "What??! How?? Explain!" Marcel yelled turning around in one swift movement, his eyes revealing how
“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,
“How… do you know that.” Marcel asked staring at his sister, shocked. “Well, I kind of saw the uncanny resemblance you had with Denise and I just kind of thought that wasn’t a coincidence, and so I plucked out a strand of your hair, a strand of Denise hair also and ran a DNA test. And so… it turned out my intuition was right. But I just didn’t know how it came to be, care to enlighten me?” “So now you want to know the full gist, but first… why didn’t you say anything to me?” Amongst all his sister, Hailey was someone Marcel could never understand.“I was going to, but as a last resort if you decided to leave Abigail.” Hailey shrugged, like it was nothing. As if she didn’t just hide some big secrets away from her brother. “You are so unbelievable, you know that right?” Marcel asked shaking his head at her, standing up from the couch he was sitting and heading for the mini bar in his office. “Yeah I know. I know it’s also one of my best qualities, and that it also makes me cute and