Page 131 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

"No," she whispered, wrapping her arms around Daddy's neck. "I don't want to leave. You can't make me leave."

Her heart rate started to pick up as the room went silent.

"Please, no," she said. "Please don't make me."

Daddy's arms wrapped around her waist.

"You can't take them away from me," her voice raised a little. "I just got them back!"

"Shhh," Daddy said. "You're okay. We aren't going anywhere."

"She isn't leaving Oliver's lap," Papa said. "And if we want to feed her we will. She's ours."

"She also wants to be here. She isn't complaining," Daddy said.

Hedda looked over at Rogan, afraid of what she was going to see. His opinion mattered to her.

"Whether you like it or not, she'll sit on my lap and Leowill feed her. Or vice versa but it's going to happen," Daddy said.

Rogan's face had no emotion on it. Hedda knew he had perfected that look at a young age. She hated it because she never knew what he was thinking or feeling.

It sometimes made her feel uneasy.

Rogan sighed and continued to eat. What was he thinking right now?

"What do you do for work?" Rogan asked.

Hedda closed her eyes. Of course he was going to ask those questions. Didn't he already know what they did for work?

"We are two of the many owners of Behind the Scenes in Missouri," Papa said. "We monitor and give lessons on shibari."

"How are you going to be treating my sister?" Rogan asked.

"Open up, Sweets," Papa said.

Her appetite was dissipating every second as her brother asked them questions.

"You are going to be eating more," Papa said. "I don't want to hear anything but yes, Papa."

"Yes, Papa," she whispered.

It wasn't fair, but she didn't want to argue. She didn't have the energy to do that right now.

Hedda opened her mouth and Papa put the food in.

"We'll treat her like the Princess she is," Daddy said. "But we'll also punish her when she is naughty."

"Good," Rogan said.

Hedda stared at him with wide eyes. Okay, she could deal with this. Things were looking up for her and the twins.

"Are you going to make her work?" he asked.

Hedda hadn't thought about that. Would they make her work? She hadn't really worked a day in her life, since her brother took care of her.

Yes, she did do odd jobs here and there, but she didn't really do much. She went to the bookstore a lot and read.

"If she wants to, yes," Papa said. "Open up, Sweets." He fed her another bite. "But if she does, she won't be overworking herself. If she does want to work, it’ll probably be part time only."

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