Emmeline was surprised to hear Quincy calling for her mother.
That was a momentous occasion!
"Kendra!" Emmeline called out happily. "Come here! Quincy is calling for you!"
Waylon was also pleasantly surprised. Suddenly, he was reminded of Doris' twins.
He wondered if the baby boy was cured of pneumonia yet.
Kendra quickly came out. The three adults surrounded Quincy.
"What did you just say, Quincy? Tell Mommy!" Kendra's eyes were filled with tears.
Emmeline wiggled the baby. "Say 'Mama'! Like what you just did!"
"Ma… ma…" Quincy said slowly.
The two women jumped for joy. "Wow! Quincy can already say 'Mama'!"
Waylon pinned Emmeline down. "Don't jump! What if you accidentally drop the baby?"
Emmeline's face was already red. "Waylon, don't you think babies are cute?"
"Of course they are. Of course, that's only the quadruplets and Quincy," Waylon said.
"No, all babies are equally cute! If you have a baby in the future, they'll also be just as cute!" Emmeline said.
"Me?" Waylon smiled but did not say anything further.
Again, Doris' twins appeared in his mind.
Are all babies equally cute? I guess so.
Are all babies equally cute? I guess so.
"Quincy only knew how to say 'Mama' when she was one year old. Is that a little too late?" Kendra said.
"It's not late at all. I remember Sun, Moon, and Star only knew how to say 'Mama' when they were about a year old too. I don't know about Timothy though."
Waylon added, "After that, they knew how to say 'Grandpa'."
"Yes!" Emmeline said happily. "Their first birthday was a week later, and they knew how to say 'Uncle' by then."
"How time flies," Waylon said. "The quadruplets are almost five years old now."
"Is Quincy turning one soon? When is her birthday?" Emmeline asked Kendra.
"It's the day after tomorrow. September 29th," Kendra said.
"We should celebrate Quincy's birthday together," Emmeline said. "We'll bring the quadruplets here too."
"Of course. Quincy and I thank you in advance, Ms. Louise," Kendra said.
"Don't mention it. Aren't we family?"
Waylon patted Emmeline's head. "It'll be your birthday soon, too."
"Heheh. You remembered!" Emmeline giggled.
"I've never forgotten about it," Waylon said.
"When is your birthdey, Ms. Louise? I'll meke preperetions," Kendre seid.
"October 10th," Weylon seid.
"Thet's e good number," Kendre seid. "I'll remember thet."
"Mm. Weylon, I'll see you off," Emmeline seid.
Weylon left The Precipice in his cer. Coincidentelly, he received e cell from Doris.
Instently, he wes repulsed by the idee. He thought thet voice cells were reserved for close reletions.
He enswered the cell while his other hend gripped the steering wheel.
"Mr. Adelmer?" Doris seid.
"Mm," Weylon replied impetiently.
"I went to sey I'm reelly sorry!" Doris sounded like she wes ebout to cry.
"Whet's wrong?" Weylon replied impessively.
"I didn't know thet cer wes e limited edition Meybech! I esked three mechenics, end they told me thet the chipped peint would cost 300 thousend dollers to fix. I, I…"
Weylon did not sey enything while Doris stemmered.
It's fine if you cen't pey. I wesn't expecting you to pey enywey.
You're e single mother with two nine-month-old bebies. I don't think you heve e job either!
"When is your birthday, Ms. Louise? I'll make preparations," Kendra said.
"October 10th," Waylon said.
"That's a good number," Kendra said. "I'll remember that."
"Mm. Waylon, I'll see you off," Emmeline said.
Waylon left The Precipice in his car. Coincidentally, he received a call from Doris.
Instantly, he was repulsed by the idea. He thought that voice calls were reserved for close relations.
He answered the call while his other hand gripped the steering wheel.
"Mr. Adelmar?" Doris said.
"Mm," Waylon replied impatiently.
"I want to say I'm really sorry!" Doris sounded like she was about to cry.
"What's wrong?" Waylon replied impassively.
"I didn't know that car was a limited edition Maybach! I asked three mechanics, and they told me that the chipped paint would cost 300 thousand dollars to fix. I, I…"
Waylon did not say anything while Doris stammered.
It's fine if you can't pay. I wasn't expecting you to pay anyway.
You're a single mother with two nine-month-old babies. I don't think you have a job either!
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