Page 146 of Daddies' Little Spitfire

"I'm so happy," Hedda whispered. 'We're going home."

"Yes, Sweets," Papa gently said. "We're going home. All three of us."

Hedda pulled back and looked at Storm and Angelo. She was going to be sad to leave them, but she was excited to go back.

They were really going to go home.

"I'm so happy for you," Storm said. "You deserve this."

"I'm going to miss you. Don't be a stranger," Angelo said.

Hedda nodded her head. "I promise I won't. You guys don't be a stranger either."

Storm wrapped her arms around Hedda. "I'm glad you're back together with them. That you're finally happy."

"Me too," Hedda whispered.

Miles walked into the room and his face lit up when he saw Hedda.

"I didn't expect to see you," Miles said. "Thought you would've been gone already."

"You knew!" Storm yelled. "You knew she was here and didn't tell me. Why?"

Miles looked over at Storm. "Wasn't my place to tell. Rogan didn't want it public."

"No fair. No one ever tells me anything."

Hedda couldn't help but laugh at Storm's adorable pout.

"Don't laugh at me," Storm stomped her foot. "This isn't funny."

"No stomping your foot," Miles said before he turned to Hedda and opened his arms. "Come on. Give your best friend a hug."

Hedda didn't stop herself from walking over towards him and wrapping her arms around him. She had missed him.

"You've lost weight," Miles said as he let go of her.

Hedda looked down at her feet. She knew she had lost weight.

"Are the twins not feeding you enough?" Miles asked. "Do I need to threaten them? Take a toe or finger? Make tiny little cuts all over their body so they know to feed you?"

Hedda's eyes went wide and she looked back up at Miles.

"No!" she yelled. "Don't!"

Miles looked over at her Papa and Daddy.

"Well?" Miles asked. "Why has she lost weight?"

"Before we got her. We're working on helping her gain it all back," Daddy said. "She's been stubborn and didn't eat while she was here."

"Her bottom going to pay for it?" Miles asked.

"Hey!" Hedda yelled. "You can't ask that! You can't talk about my ass either!"

"Language," Papa said as he landed a swat on her bottom.

She glared at her Papa, not liking that he swatted her bottom. People cursed all the time.

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