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Chapter 300 Let Her Fly

Author: Judith GW
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-04 23:01:28

Hilda

“I’m not a child anymore!” Scarlett’s voice echoes across the clearing, sharp and full of heat. She stands at the edge of the porch, hands on her hips, eyes blazing.

“I never said you were,” Arlo growls, arms crossed over his chest. “I said you’re not going alone.” They’ve been at it for ten minutes. Which, for them, is actually restraint. Scarlett’s less fiery than I am, but every drop as stubborn.

I’m parked in the nearest chair with my tea cooling in my hands and a front-row seat to the drama. Tara, poor thing, is trying not to keel over on the bench across from me. She’s rubbing her massive belly and eyeing the two of them like she’s worried one of them is about to really lose it.

Ash sits beside her, one hand resting lightly over hers, watching the argument with an expression of not my monkeys, not my problem. Smart man.

I don’t have that luxury, since they are both, in fact, my monkeys, and this argument is very much my problem. I know I’ll have to intervene soon, but in t
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