The chubby girl was so excited that she wriggled around in Lily's arms.
Her wiggling knocked both of her brothers off-balance, tumbling them this way and that.
Abbie hugged Lulu tight, pinning her down on the bed, "Little crybaby, who told you he's our father? I haven't accepted it, and you're not allowed to either!"
To be recognized as their father, naturally, he had to earn Abbie's approval.
An old man suddenly pops up wanting to be his and Lulu's father, but he wasn't having any of it.
"Whine, whine, stinky Abbie, move! Let me get up."
"No way. Recognizing a father is a matter for two, and I haven't agreed. No betraying!"
The little lad was pressed into the bed by Abbie, sinking deep into the soft bed.
Two little hands struggled wildly but couldn't manage to turn over.
"Abbie is mean, move away, I want to get up..." Before the little lad could finish speaking, she suddenly felt lighter.
With a steadied gaze, she realized that Brother Ben had pulled Abbie away.
