The Alpha's Pen Pal
She pulled back to look at Haven, and then pulled her in again for another hug, squeezing her tightly.
“Can we order our ice cream now?” Maddie whined, her arms crossed and her toe tapping against the linoleum flooring.
“Yes, yes, go ahead, Madeleine,” Mom said with a huff as she let Haven go.
She and dad went to join Maddie at the counter, and I pulled my girl into my side, putting my arm around her shoulders again. We stood behind my family while Haven looked at the menu and everyone else ordered.
My eyes flicked back and forth between Haven and Maddie, trying not to laugh as I noticed my 15-year-old sister was already taller than Haven.