Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 105

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After talking to his mom, Rafael was still thinking about Nina. He needed to understand her role in all this. 

As a mom, she replaced his bride and asked Marissa to marry him. Then why did she hide the truth from him? Shouldn’t she be honest with him? 

When Rafael brought Abigail to his room, Marissa had already gone to sleep. He placed the little girl between him, and Marissa then carefully arranged the quilt over Marissa. 

He had asked Joseph to talk to that surgeon and then also requested his lawyer friend to route him to the best family court lawyer. 

He needed to talk to someone and ask him about the legalities of his relationship with Marissa and Valerie. 

“You don’t feel sleepy, Daddy?” he straightened with a sigh when he heard his daughter’s little voice. 

“No, I don’t,” They were talking in whispers to avoid disturbing Marissa. 

“So would you like to have a cup of coffee?” she asked him, and he couldn’t hold back the smile. 

“Are you offering to make one? Do you also like cooking just like your mom?” he started playing with the curls surrounding her face. 

“No. I don’t like going to the kitchen, Daddy. I hate cooking or making coffee too,” she said momentarily forgetting that she needed to keep her voice low. “Hmm. Then what do you like doing, princess?” he asked his daughter and wanted to tease her when saw her too engrossed in her thoughts. 

“I like car racing. Someday I would like to give a tough time to Ayrton Senna.” Rafael seemed impressed when heard the name of a big car racer from her. “You know him?” 

“Yeah. Once saw his interview. He is a Brazilian Formula One driver,” she 

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explained to him, and Rafael raised his brows to regard his little girl. 

Till now he had somehow guessed that Alex was an extraordinary genius, but his little princess wasn’t any less. 

“Do you know he is not alive, love? You need to 

find someone else to admire 

and look up to. Maybe, choose someone else to win against.” 

Damn, Flint. Why didn’t you tell my girl that the man was no longer alive? Now look how upset she is. 

“Then maybe Lewis Hamilton? British race car driver?” she asked in a hopeful voice. He observed her small frame close to him and felt good. 

Daughters are sweethearts! 

That was the thought that flashed in his mind while talking to her. He kissed her soft cheek when she made a cute pout jutting out her lips, reminding him 

of Marissa. 

“Or maybe I should go for cooking. That’s the only thing I can do, Daddy. Doctors will never allow me to move freely,” she said with a sad smile and then hid her face in her father’s chest, “I’ll never race, Daddy.” 

“No, little one. Who said that?” Rafael felt like someone had squeezed his heart in an iron fist, “You will grow up just like other kids, sweetheart. You’ll see how this world will clap for you when you’ll win a championship.” 

“Really? Do you think I’ll play like other kids too?” she squealed, and Rafael had to clamp her mouth when he saw Marissa stirring in her sleep. 

Right now, the mommy seemed dead tired, having fallen asleep after having a long exhausting day. 

To avoid more disturbance, he left the bed and then lifted Abigail in his arms, “Let’s get you out of here otherwise you might wake up your mom.” 

When he brought her to the living room, she asked him excitedly, “Can we have a late–night snack?” 

el gave 

one look to the cutest face in the world and smiled. 

“Where were you all this time, little chipmunk!” he clutched her tightly to his 

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chest like a precious diamond. 

Not understanding what he was saying, she just got one word and that was ‘chipmunk‘. Her giggling brought unexpected tears to his eyes, “Do you know I have to do lots of office work tomorrow?” 

“Oh. Then go to sleep, Daddy. Tomorrow is a weekend though!” Abi’s smile faded and a look of disappointment crossed her face. 

Rafael nibbled his upper lip thinking hard, “OK. Tell me. What should I fix for you?” 

Her face lit up and she closed her eyes trying to think hard, “Sandwich?” 

“Daddy doesn’t know how to fix one, but we can try.” 

He got up and went to the fridge to find some cheese, or bacon, or anything. He started placing some packets on the counter. 

“Daddy. How about you give me milk and cookies,” she blinked quickly in excitement. Rafael looked towards the room door, torn between asking Marissa about Abigail’s food restrictions or taking out the milk carton from the fridge. 

“Does your mom give you milk?” she nodded at him. 

“Yeah. Blue carton. Shy milk,” 

Shy milk? 

“You mean Soy, little one?” 

He went back to the fridge and opened it again. There it was a blue carton labeled as Soy for lactose intolerance. 

“Will it do?” he asked her, setting some cookies on the plate. 

This late–night snacking was something he was thoroughly enjoying with his daughter.