Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 481

Chapter 481: 481- Massage
With her limited exposure to the screen, Anaya had never seen such a giant and astounding poolside, even in movies or on TV.

Deep down, she was angry at Valerie and Alaric. They snatched her childhood. She deserved so much more, and what did they make her do?

They treated her worse than a maid. Even a maid had rights in the country.

“Hey, Anaya. You alright?” Marissa waved her hand close to her face, “You seem far away. Missing someone?” She asked her naughtily.

Yes. I miss George. I miss him every moment of my life, but I don’t want to be remembered as a storm that destroyed the happiness of your family.

“Girls! Here is your coffee,” Rafael came out carrying a tray and placed it on the small round table.

Just one hour back, they had dinner, and after that, Marissa suggested they should have coffee at the poolside. However, Anaya got a little conscious.

The couple deserved some privacy, and she was glued to their ass since this noon.

“I think… I should have this coffee in my room,” she got on her feet and picked up the cup.

Rafael, who was about to sit beside his wife, stopped midway, “Why? Are you tired?”

“Yeah,” Aniya let out a fake yawn, “I think so,” She raised her shoulder. She could see disappointment evident on Marissa’s face, and Aniya felt guilt taking over her heart, “I … I think…” she pointed to her chair, “this chair… is not very comfortable to sit for long.”

“I can ask someone to bring a couch for you,” Marissa quickly dialed a number on the phone, “Ragnar. We need a couch here. Can you arrange that? Yeah. Thanks.”

Aniya tried to smile. No one in her life ever showed her this much care. It seemed like they were enjoying her company after all.

Maybe I’m getting conscious for nothing. She thought to herself with a smile and held the hot coffee to her cheek, relaxing on the comfortable couch.

“Alright. Taste test!” Rafael announced, motioning towards her coffee cup, “Tell me how it is.”

Aniya smelled the frothy coffee and closed her eyes. It smelled like a warm hug.

“Honest opinion, Anaya!” she heard Rafael’s voice and took a sip from her cup then looked up, her lips curving into a small smile, “It’s really good.”

Marissa gasped, “You’re lying, Anaya, ” She then took a sip from her cup as well.

Aniya shook her head, “No, really! It’s good.”

Rafael grinned victoriously, “Told you.”

Marissa groaned and rolled her eyes, “Fine! I agree. It IS good!”

Rafael leaned into his wife, “Say it. Say it, that I’m better than you.”

Marissa placed her palm over his face and pushed him back, “There. That’s all you are getting right now.”

Aniya didn’t realize that she was grinning from ear to ear while watching their banter. Her nostrils flared, and this time, she couldn’t control the yawn.

***

“She has this uncanny resemblance to you,” Rafael told his wife whose head was leaning against his shoulder.

“Yeah. I can feel it too,” they were talking in low whispers because sitting across them, leaning back, the girl was sleeping on the couch.

The empty cup was still in her hands, and her mouth was slightly open. They could hear light snoring coming from her mouth.

“Do you know she also uses an inhaler?” he asked Marissa, whose eyes were still locked to that innocent face.

“Tell me about it. I already guessed it. The way she is snoring,” she said with a sigh, “Have you forgotten how Abi used to snore whenever she was sick.”

Rafael detected the sadness in her voice and his arm squeezed her more into him.

“Today I canceled my meeting with Global Industries… Just to be with her,” she admitted with a guilty smile, “I enjoyed her company so much.”

When he didn’t say anything, Marissa raised her face and found him still looking at Anaya, “You aren’t angry that I canceled such an important meeting?”

He slowly turned his head and looked into her black eyes, “I canceled my lunch with Mr. Azhari,” he admitted.

“Oh, my God!” Marissa whispered and chuckled before hiding her face in his arm. She knew how significant this meeting was for Rafael.

He had been trying for this meet-up for the last year, and at last, when he got the chance, he canceled it because of Anaya.

“Don’t you think we should wake her up and send her to bed?” Marissa’s gaze subtly shifted to Anaya.

“I don’t want to disturb her sleep,” he then shrugged, “How about I carry her to the guestroom?”

Marissa’s eyes widened at his suggestion, “Seriously? No, Rafael. It’s not alright.”

Rafael nodded and then pressed a kiss to her cheek before getting up, “Alright then. Wake her up. She might need your help to get to the room.”

***

As it turned out, Anaya didn’t wake up, maybe due to the effect of the pills or the weakness she was feeling.

When Rafael tried to pat her face lightly, Aniya grabbed his hand and placed it under her cheek with a small smile.

“I’m tired,” she mumbled with her eyes closed.

Marissa shook her head and kissed Rafael’s jaw, “I guess, God has granted you the wish. Carry her to the bedroom.”

Without waiting for a second, Rafael scooped up the little girl and carried her to the guestroom. Marissa was right behind him.

She quickly arranged the pillows before Rafael placed her gently on the mattress.

“How about we adopt her,” she wrapped her arms around him, Rafael paused and then turned to look at her, “Just kidding. Relax. It was supposed to be a joke.”

Rafael tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, “I know this is a joke. But you said what I couldn’t. I also wish I can adopt her,” his eyes were back to Anaya who wasn’t even aware of this absurd conversation.

He then glanced back at Marissa with a smirk, “Don’t worry. We can help her with whatever life is throwing at her. The poor girl doesn’t know she is stuck with us.”

“Yeah, now it’s high time we leave the room, or she might officially declare us as freaks.”

Rafael exhaled, and then he caught his wife off guard by sweeping her into his arms, “Come on. You’re tired and need a body massage.”

Marissa stifled the sudden laughter and passed a quick glance to Aniya. The girl was still sleeping like a dead.

“Yeah. I would love to have that massage!”