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Hannah sat down by the swing while Areston was sitting by the bench with Reid as they spoke over something. She was pouting since they prohibited her from going out of the mansion. She missed her cats and she missed her best friend.

“Hannah, dear,” Areston called.

“Hmm?” She looked at them.

“Well, a little party tonight? What do you think?”

“Uhh, party?” She thought for a while. “But are we in a little crisis?”

“We are,” Areston said. “We mostly solved all of it and RJ also tracked the mastermind.”

“Well, I don’t know.” She looked down at her slippers.

“We rather want to sleep and stay in bed,” Reid said.

“You can do that, but leave Hannah out of it,” Areston said and somehow, the father and son duo was adorable.

“She’s mine, alright.”

“You don’t have to scream that out loud,” Areston said calmly.

“Dad, I’m not screaming.”

She giggled at the two who continued bickering.

“You are. You are too pushy. Hannah wanted to do things and you are stopping her.”

Reid sighed, and fi