All Chapters of The Alpha Quadruplet's Babies: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

James’s POV Now I am already neat with my shirt. Today is indeed a holiday, and I also planned to go on a date with Thea. What's wrong with me looking for a new atmosphere? I've been looking at my cell phone that rang several times, yes, it was Thea. I just glanced briefly, then returned to focus on the activity of buttoning my shirt. Indeed, Thea has been sending a lot of messages and calling since earlier. I feel very embarrassed because the woman doesn't seem to give me time to enjoy my own time. Initially, Thea was the one who invited me first, but the one who would come to my house was the woman, not me who approached the woman. This is so ridiculous! But the reality is like that, Thea is the one who will approach me at home. After everything is done, I immediately grab the flat object containing a thousand people. I immediately pick up my ringing phone. "Gosh, where have you been, me?" I've been calling you since earlier, but why didn't you reply?" Thea asked over th

James’ POV I looked at Thea with a forced smile. “Sure, I can do that,” I said, trying to hide the nervousness that suddenly crept in. But, deep down, I was hesitant. I felt like I wanted to keep this relationship the way it was, without having to get involved in anything more serious. I enjoyed spending time with her—dinner, movies, late-night talks—but meeting her parents? That felt like a big step I wasn’t ready to take. We continued to wait for our orders, but my mind wandered, trying to find an excuse to avoid Thea’s sudden invitation. But Thea’s expectant gaze kept haunting me. I knew she was serious about this, and I didn’t want to disappoint her. After what felt like hours, our food finally arrived. The food looked delicious, as expected. We started eating, and Thea looked so happy, telling me how delicious the food was and how happy she was to be spending time with me. I tried to enjoy the food and the supposedly pleasant atmosphere, but my mind kept returning to her ear

Emma's POVAs the door closed behind me, I leaned back for a moment, took a deep breath, and tried to calm myself. Joseph's voice still rang in my ears, as if he was still here, bothering my mind with his unreasonable demands.I shook my head, trying hard to erase the image of that strange man from my mind. I had to focus on my children now. I could hear fussing from the living room, which meant that all four of my children were getting restless.As I walked into the living room, I saw them running around. My two boys, Adney and Adolf, seemed to be busy playing tag, while my two girls, Ainsley and Allonza, sat on the sofa with toys in their hands. However, even though they looked calmer, I could see signs of fatigue on their faces. They needed a rest."Adney, Adolf, enough playing, it's time for bed," I said in a firm tone, hoping to stop their commotion. Adney, who was always the most difficult to control, immediately put on a protestin

Logan's POV I couldn't ignore the thought of Emma and her children, no, my children. I was so sure of it, and this belief kept me thinking of ways to get closer to them without making Emma feel forced. I knew she was uncomfortable with my presence in her house, but that wouldn't stop me. If she couldn't accept my presence well, then I had to find another way to be near them, even from a distance. The past few days, I started to keep an eye on Emma's movements. I wanted to know what her routine was like, how she took care of her four children, and maybe, find a way to get close to her. I spent most of my time in the car, hiding in an inconspicuous corner of the street, watching her every step. I felt like a stalker, but I didn't care. This was all for their good, and maybe for my own. Mornings were usually the busiest time for Emma. I saw her leaving the house with her four children Adney, Adolf, Ainsley, and Allonza, carrying a large bag filled with school supplies. Allonza, always

Logan's POVAfter leaving the park, my thoughts kept wandering to Emma and her children, our children. I drove aimlessly, just letting the wheels spin, while my mind was busy thinking about my next move. Meeting them today, even in a tense situation, was a reminder that I couldn't let this opportunity pass me by.Emma was stubborn, but I could tell she wasn't completely closed to the idea of ​​me wanting to be a part of the children's lives. She might not admit it, but there were small moments, maybe just glimpses, where I felt hope.But I also knew that I couldn't keep pushing like this. I had to be smarter and more careful in approaching them. Emma was clearly still carrying a lot of pain from the past, and I couldn't blame her. But the children shouldn't have to suffer because of the mistakes I made. They deserved a father, even if it was a man with a dark past like mine.The next day, I decided to take a different approach. I sent each of the