My Haydens

“Welcome back home!” I greeted Hayden happily.

I waved a hand at him while my other arm was busy holding Little Hayden. Hayden looked at me with a brief look of surprise before his eyes narrowed suspiciously at me and then at the puppy in my arm. I had decided to surprise Hayden a little for a change by waiting for him right at the steps to the main door of the mansion.

“Why are you standing out here?” he asked.

“Waiting for you to come back, obviously,” I replied.

“Hmm…” he murmured.

Maybe it’s just my own imagination or the light playing tricks, but I thought Hayden looked a little happy just now.

“Little Hayden say, ‘welcome back’ too, Hayden,” I talked to the puppy in a sweet cooing voice.

“Why are you talking to the dog? He probably doesn’t understand a thing,” Hayden muttered darkly.

“I think he does understand somethings…” I countered stubbornly.

“Let’s go inside. You don’t need to wait for me outside,” Hayden said a little sternly as he walked past me into the mansion