Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110: 110- Consider It Done

Marissa knelt down, tying Ariel’s shoelaces as Rafael’s honking horn echoed from outside. Abigail must already be seated in the car with him while Marissa was left to deal with Ariel who was a bit picky about everything.

"Why Daddy is barking the horn, Mommy," Ariel’s furrowed in confusion.

Marissa smiled softly, "It’s not barking, sweetie. It’s honking. It’s just to let us know that he is waiting and wants us to hurry up!" Marissa’s fingers quickly secured the knots, "It’s almost done, honey."

Ariel squirmed with impatience. She tapped her little feet in frustration, "I want to go and sit near the window before Abi does."

"You both will get the window seat, love. Alex is staying home," she then glanced over her shoulder and called out, "Alex! We are leaving, love. Take care of Flint."

"I will!" Alex spoke from Flint’s room. Today he was helping Flint clean his room.

Marissa gave Ariel’s shoes one final tug before standing up, "All set, my pretty girl!" she kissed her forehead with affection, "Let’s go and join them."

Hand in hand, they hurriedly headed out, where Rafael was standing near the car and Abi was sitting over the car’s roof with her legs dangling.

"Come on, chipmunk," he held the little girl by her waist and opened the passenger door first, for Marissa, "At your service ma’am," he said with a bow making her chuckle.

Marissa bent her head and took the seat with a smile. Next, he opened the back door and helped the girls in their seats along with securing the seat belts around them.

"Ready, folks?" he asked after taking the driving seat.

The car hummed along the road, and a small patch of countryside was passing by. Rafael’s eyes were repeatedly watching his daughters in the rearview mirror.

"Daddy. Do you know there is a big, beautiful house somewhere here?" Abigail asked her father suddenly.

"Yes, Daddy. She is right. It’s the white house!" Ariel favored her sister.

Rafael frowned glancing at Marissa beside him, "The white house? You mean the one in Washington DC? It’s here?"

Ariel giggled, "No, Daddy! It’s the other white house!"

"Don’t look at me like this," Marissa shrugged, "I don’t have any idea what they are talking about."

Abi leaned forward as far as her seat belt allowed her, "Mommy knows the White House. It’s mommy’s favorite. Alex also likes it a lot!"

Rafael’s eyebrows shot up, "Really, Marissa? You like it?"

"I don’t know what they are talking about," Marissa shifted uncomfortably in her seat and started looking outside the window.

Rafael could see his daughters’ eyes sparkling in mischief, "It’s super big and once Alex said that he wished he could have that."

"Enough of the White House, sweethearts. Now look at your left. That’s your favorite pony there," Rafael felt odd. It felt like Marissa was trying to shift the girls’ attention from that house.

Marissa didn’t say anything else after that and kept looking out. The girls were right. She and Alex liked the property a lot but for some reason, she wasn’t feeling comfortable about telling it to Rafael.

She jerked when his hand reached hers to squeeze it, "Should I buy you some snack?"

"Yes, please." Marissa rolled her eyes, "I’m hungry. Thanks for burning my breakfast. Don’t forget you owe me a good sandwich and a Frappuccino."

Rafael grumbled shaking his head. The girls had started talking to each other about something.

She saw guilt in his eyes but didn’t take back her words. Served him right. Who asks about being intimate in the kitchen? She thought with a blush.

The way he asked her about making love to her...

Marissa! Will you allow me to make love to you someday?

Yes. Those were his exact words.

"What are you exactly thinking?" he asked observing her face, "your face has gone red just like a beetroot and you are certainly glowing."