Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets

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“Can you please stop crying,” just a few minutes back she was 

teasing him and laughing with him and here he had made her cry again. 

She was still hiding her face behind her palms, and he could see her shaking shoulders. 

“Y–you haven’t even eaten your breakfast and now 

you are crying like this…” He closed the distance between them and held her hands to pull them away from her face. 

“Marissa… listen…” he tried talking to her wet face, but the hands were back to her face… 

He didn’t give up and pulled her hands again with all his might. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“I can’t talk to you without looking at your face. Move away your hands, girl!” he pleaded to her, but she placed her hands back. 

“Jeez, Marissa. Is there a machine installed in your arms? Your hands automatically move to your face…” his annoyed voice somewhat made it look funny to her. The crying session didn’t take time to turn into a laughing one. 

She bent down while laughing giving him almost a heart attack. 

“Gosh! Rafael!” she managed between her laughing fit and Rafael looked at her as if she had gone crazy. 

“You don’t look alright to me!” he whispered, and she shook her head trying to control her mirth. 

“I’m good, Rafael. I’m good,” She at last took a long breath and 

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placed her fingers on her forehead. 

“Sit down!” when she didn’t comply with his request, he 

approached her to lift her in his arms. Marissa’s eyes widened in shock, and she squealed when her body landed on top of him on the big couch. 

“You are hungry, and we are not talking about anything else unless you eat something…” When she raised her brow, he quickly. explained, “Eat food… I mean…” 

He started wiping her wet face with his fingers and glanced over to call the maid loudly, “Emily! Food!” he looked back at her after issuing the order. 

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“I’m sorry. I’m almost a mess,” Marissa tried to sit back just like she did in the car. At least there wasn’t any witness there. Here the maid could easily see that she was sitting on his lap, leaning into 

his chest. 

She didn’t want rumors. 

There was no need to show the maid where she might get the impression that they were a couple. 

Holding his shoulders, she tried to put her ass on the couch but unlike in the car, he didn’t let her shift this time and kept her steady. 

“Rafael. It would be easier for us if we sit … on this couch… properly… you have been driving for quite some time… and must be… tired,” she tried to hide her timidness by looking down at her 

lap. 

“I’m not at all tired,” he tucked her hair behind her ear and pinched 

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her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze, “I just want you to have breakfast. I saw how you were nibbling that sandwich. With three kids, a business to run, and then the home chores. Don’t you think you should give yourself some care?” 

“Sir! Breakfast,” the maid whose name was Emily started placing pancakes with the toppings along with frothy coffee in the two 

cups. 

Marissa tried to ignore this constant, strange smell in the air. It was too familiar, but she chose to ignore it. 

“Please let me know if you need anything” Emily stated with a smile. Rafael gave a curt nod at the offer dismissing her and then his attention was back to his wife. 

“Here. Open your mouth, Marissa felt as if she was a kid, and he was offering her cereal. The pancake piece was stuck on the fork. 

Nobody in her life tried to offer her a meal like this. Never! Not even her mother who was fonder of Valerie.. 

“I am not a baby,” she chuckled, “now let me leave your lap and eat my food because I just realized that I’m truly hungry.” 

Like a stubborn brat, he kept the fork near her mouth waiting for her to open it. 

With a groan, she reluctantly opened her mouth and took the pancake piece. 

“See? You not even bothered to dip it in that syrup,” she 

complained, “nor you topped it with cream…” his mouth curled up in a smile and this time he did remember to glaze the next piece. with the caramel syrup and cream. 

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Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and she moaned loudly. Rafael’s face had gone serious, and he was trying to control his labored. breath. 

“You should taste it, Rafael,” she leaned a little to cut another piece. and brought it to him, “this is good. Eat it.” 

“Eat what!” he whispered, and Marisa had to clench her core to control the delicious sensations. She couldn’t maintain eye contact with him and did what she thought could bring her mind out of the 

gutter. 

She forced the fork inside his mouth and then placed it down. 

He kept feeding her small pieces silently not remarking on her sudden lack of participation in the conversation. 

However, he didn’t stop and kept sharing with her his office troubles and what she could do to run her business with more 

wisdom. 

The benefit of this conversation resulted in her being easy and 

comfortable around him. 

He at last let her go when she had eaten every last morsel. 

She got up and asked Emily to guide her to the bathroom. It was an attached bath with the only bedroom there. 

It was small but super neat. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, taking long labored breaths. 

It was good that she had a good cry outside. The truth was hist closeness was making her crazy. The way he was taking care of 

her… 

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He used to do it even when he was blind. 

After splashing a good amount of water on her face, she came out and found him eating his pancake. For an instant, she felt guilty but then she was not supposed to take every problem on her 

conscience or her shoulders. 

She already had enough on her plate. 

The moment Rafael saw her, his face lit up, “Feeling better?” 

He finished his plate and wiped his hands from the napkin. 

“Let’s go out. You started crying and I couldn’t show you the backyard,” he dragged her along and she couldn’t help but laugh. 

But then she felt herself freezing when she saw what it was in the backyard. Turning her neck, she eyed him all speechless and he wore a proud grin on his face. 

“Surprise!” he exclaimed putting on his shades, “Happy?” 

They were not standing in a backyard but on a beach. Those cottages were made on the shore of the Kalaar village outside Kanderton. 

He had brought her outside Kanderton city to a small village. And now she understood the oddly familiar smell she felt in the air. It was the aroma of saltwater drifting with the breeze. 

“Th… this…” she pointed to the soothing waves, “w… water…” 

“Yes, honey,” he gently placed a finger under her chin, tilting her face upwards, and kissed her cheek, “this is called water,” he 

winked. 

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