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"Don't leave without me," she whispered. "Please."

"Oh, Sweets," Papa whispered. "We won't."

"We'll jump through every hoop your brother throws at us. No matter how hard they are, we'll prove to him that we are made for you," Daddy said.

Tears formed in her eyes again and she couldn't help as they spilled over. Her heart was happy they were here again and weren't going to leave without her.

She had dreamed about this moment, and it was finally here. Maybe she could talk to her brother about them. They meant a lot to her, and he needed to see that.

"We'll make sure we get you back home," Papa said. "Andif he doesn't trust us with you in Missouri then we'll move to New York."

Hedda gasped and pulled back, more tears streaming down her face.

"You can't do that!" she yelled.

"Why not, Princess?" Daddy asked.

"B-because your lives are in Missouri. All your friends are there."

Papa cupped her face with his hands.

"Yes, they are, and it would be sad to leave them. But you are our world now and we don't want to live without you," Papa said. "If that means moving to New York then that's what we'll do."

Hedda sobbed and flung herself back at them. They were too good for her.

"It's going to be okay," Daddy said. "Everything is going to be okay."

And for the first time in a while, she believed what he said. Everything was going to be okay because her Papa and Daddy were here.

CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR

HEDDA

They had arrived at dinner a couple of minutes ago. Daddy had insisted on her sitting on his lap. Hedda wasn't complaining. She didn't want to be far from them.

She hadn't left their side since they got here. Was she ever going to leave their sides? Fuck no. She had already peed in front of them before they got to dinner.

The first thing Papa made her do was drink a full glass of water. They wanted her hydrated. Before she might have given them an attitude, but now she wanted their attention. She was fine with them giving it to her now. Maybe later she'll give them a little sass.

"Open," Papa said.

She turned her head and opened her mouth. He held up a spoon full of lasagna and fed it to her. She had asked why a spoon and not a fork. Papa said it was easier to feed her.

"Such a good girl," Daddy whispered in her ear.

She pushed her head into Daddy's chest. Was that loudenough for her brother to hear? He was sitting two seats down from them.

"Ahem," Rogan said. "there are other fucking people eating here."

Hedda's face went red. Shit. Had he heard it? She looked over at Rogan only to see him glaring at the twins.

Shit.

"She doesn't need to fucking sit on your lap," Rogan said. "She's my fucking sister."

Hedda whimpered. She didn't want to leave their sides. She didn't mind that she was sitting on his lap.

"She also doesn’t need to be fucking fed by you!" Rogan raised his voice. "She's not a baby!"

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