Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 213

Chapter 213: 213- His T-shirt

“Can you please tuck the kids tonight? I need to stay at Sophie’s place,” Marissa hesitated for a moment and then sent the message to Rafael after typing it.

Both the girls were wearing night suits. Sophie in her Amore silk, pajama shorts, and Marissa in her oversized t-shirt.

“What is he saying?” Sophie asked her while switching the channels. She was looking for a light rom-com movie.

“He hasn’t replied yet,” Marissa placed the phone on the mattress, “he is so natural with the kids. So easygoing,”

She started gathering her hair to make a messy bun when her phone buzzed, and Rafael’s name flashed on the screen.

“Of course. Don’t worry. Enjoy your night, little Greene.”

Relieved, Marissa smiled and placed the phone down, but her mind wandered back to the kids. It was rare that she didn’t meet them after her office hours.

“Wipe that mom guilt off your face, Mar!” Sophie remarked without even looking at her. She knew her friend better.

Marissa picked up her phone again and typed another message, “Can I Face-time with them before bed?”

This time Rafael took a little longer to respond, “You and your requests. What are you willing to do for me, in return?” he had also put an eye roll emoji.

She smiled at his playfulness.

Didn’t I already make him happy last night?

She thought for a moment but obviously, she couldn’t type it.

“What do you want, mister?”

His response was instant, making her heart skip a beat, “Well! I’ll tell you later.” Followed by a wink emoji this time.

She could almost imagine that cocky smirk on his face. Before she could think about it another message popped up, “By the way…. I miss you, little Greene.”

Marissa gulped her saliva and stared at the text. A tender smile touched her lips. She was almost, lost in the message when Sophie nudged her playfully.

“What’s making you smile like that? Are you telling me, or should I grab your phone and read those private chats?”

“Shut up!” Marissa switched off her phone before placing it on the nightstand.

“Shut up? Don’t forget I’m your best friend. Now don’t shut me up and tell me!” She held Marissa’s shoulders and started shaking her.

Marissa giggled pushing Sophia away, “Get lost. It’s private. I never asked you what’s going on between Joseph and you.”

As expected, Sophie left her and sat back on the bed, “We are meeting tomorrow,” She informed her friend shyly.

“Oh. I didn’t know, Dr. Sophia could blush. That too for a dinner invitation.” This time it was Marissa’s turn to tease her.

“Who said it was a dinner invitation?” Sophia shrugged and rolled her eyes towards the ceiling.

“What do you mean, girl?”

“Guess. Guess. Guess!” Sophia almost sang the words. When she saw Marissa still staring at her curiously, she face palmed, “We are planning to spend some… quality time AFTER dinner… you know…”

“Ooh la la,” Marissa started fanning her hand near her face, “It’s getting hot in here.”

Marissa thanked God, silently, for the shift of the topic from Rafael’s messages to Joseph.

Sophie was about to tell her more when the doorbell rang.

“I guess our pizza is here,” She jumped off the bed to get to the door and Marissa picked up her phone again.

There was no other message from Rafael. She checked the time. This must be the kids’ bathing time. She would try to FaceTime after a few more minutes.

Swiping her tongue on her lips, she thought to type a message to him. The man had sent her an ‘I miss you’ text.

Shouldn’t she send him something like, ‘I miss you too’?

She almost jumped in fright when the phone in her hand started ringing. It was a video call from Rafael.

“Kids must be ready for bed,” muttering to herself, she received the call.

“Mommy!” All three of them shouted, dressed in cartoon-printed PJs. Poor Rafael was holding the phone, but he was the one whose face was at the back because three little faces weren’t allowing him to come forward.

Nor they were letting him speak.

Controlling her grin, Marissa kept talking to them unless Emily took some pity and held his phone.

“Sweethearts. Can you speak to your mom one by one?” she was too sweet, and Marissa was sure that this sweet voice would never work on her kids ….

But guess what!

Miracle happened.

They got silent within a second. Marissa’s mouth was hung open. They never listened to her unless she would ask them to do it a little firmly.

After talking to their mom and saying good night and giving good night kisses, the kids retired to their room.

Emily had handed back the phone to Rafael.

“I sent you a message,” he laid back on the couch and all Marissa wanted to do was jump at the man. Wearing a white vest, his sculpted biceps looked incredibly se*xy.

“Yeah… I… I was just about to… read it…” she tried to smile and found him watching her with that green penetrating gaze.

“Liar!” he drawled, making her chuckle.

“No. Seriously Rafael. I was so busy talking to Sophie,” his piercing eyes locked onto hers as if he were reading her soul.

“Yeah, yeah. I know,” Rafael pursed his lips into a thin line, “You’ve already forgotten about me.”

“Yeah. I’ve forgotten about you. Anything else?” she was clearly teasing him when he narrowed his eyes to look at her face carefully.

“What are you looking at?” she asked him and then blushed. Just this evening Sophie told her how radiant her facial skin had gotten.

Rafael must have noticed it too.

“Can you move the camera a little bit?” she was taken aback by the peculiar request.

“Sorry? Where?” Marissa looked around in confusion when Rafael shook his head.

“No. Lower the camera!”

Lower the camera?

“Rafael! Behave yourself,” her one arm got up to hide her chest, “You are a jerk!”

“Jerk? Why?” he brought his face closer to the camera, “Lower the camera, Marissa, and tell me you aren’t wearing my t-shirt.”

“Wait. What?” she looked down and then raised her eyes, “Excuse me!”

“Seriously, Marissa? You are wearing my t-shirt?”