Page 61 of Two Daddies for Little Jenna

"One thirteenth?" uncle John said. "That number doesn't make any sense unless three people can make a baby. It's an odd number, silly. And you don't have German ancestry. You showed me the ancestry results, remember? Looks like you're just scared of not being able to sit for days. Well, too late for that. Should've thought carefully when you chose to take revenge."

I began trembling at the possibility of my Daddies finding out I'd been naughty. I always wanted to make them proud, but instead, I'd have to watch the disappointment in their eyes. They probably thought their Little girl wasn't capable of such a thing.

All the Littles were carried over to the bedroom in their Daddies' arms where the Daddies huddled together to stare at the laptop screen in disbelief.

Michael tried taking all the blame, claiming he was the one who forced Elijah and me to do it, threatening us to do it or risk ending the friendship. None of it was true and it was brave of him to stick to his word of taking all the blame, but the evidence was right before us. We looked more than pleased to cut Kristen's hair in the footage.

Nevertheless, the gesture meant everything to me. He was willing to risk double the punishment just so we'd get off easy. He was the best friend a girl could ever have, and I was glad he was going to be with me through thick and thin.

"Nice of you to take the blame, but no one's going to believe that," Uncle John said, holding his boy's hand and helping him out of his lap. "Elijah was practically giggling as he pulled out a trimmer to shave Kristen's head. No more ice cream for a week. And no more TV too."

"Please, not the cartoons, Daddy," Michael begged as he joined his hands.

"Should've thought about the consequences then. You brought this upon yourself. Do you have anything to say to Kristen before we're off to bust your bottom?"

All the Littles collectively winced at the mere thought.

"I'm sorry, Kristen," Michael said quietly. "I'm sorry that you're a mean bully who can't be kind to others, and I don't mean it sarcastically."

"That's it, you're getting the paddle," uncle John scolded, causing Michael's lower lip to wobble as tears rimmed his eyes, "and your punishment's extended to two weeks."

"No, Daddy," Michael begged again, this time bursting into tears, and it broke my heart. "I can't go two weeks without cartoons."

"We'll reconsider if you apologize properly," his Daddy said with a sigh. "Come on, then. You know the routine."

Michael slowly walked to the dresser and pulled out the paddle, continuing his slow gait as he was led out of the bedroom, all the while making sure his face was turned away from us so we wouldn't think of him any less.

"God, we're so sorry," Daddy Clark said to uncle Marcus. "I'm sorry Jenna was mean to your girl."

But why was Daddy Clark apologizing on my behalf? And why weren't they expressing their disappointment in me?

"Yeah, I'm sorry too," Elijah said and he sounded genuine. "I had a lapse of judgment and I hope it's enough to get spanked."

"You're getting a spanking alright," Elijah's Daddy said, his other Daddy taking his hand and leading them out the door. "Or a dozen when we reach home. "

"Do you have something to say to Jenna?" Marcus asked his girl.

Kristen rolled her eyes. "I'm sorry I guess, for coloring your hair."

She still had a hint of a smile on her face. She was enjoying this all too much. I doubted cutting her hair was enough to teach her a lesson, but I couldn't be concerned when I had bigger things to worry about.

"Daddy?" I said, shifting my gaze between my men.

Not a peep from them. The sounds of Michael whimpering with each hit of the paddle on his bottom in the next room were loud.

Daddy Nick fetched my backpack while Daddy Clark led me downstairs. We were supposed to stay for a lavish breakfast and lunch, but everybody was on their way out. We didn't deserve nice things after what we'd done.

I sat alone in the backseat and the ride home was awfully quiet. I wanted them to scream at me, say how they were disappointed in me, anything. But what I got was complete silence, and it was driving me nuts. I was practically trembling at what this could mean. I thought I'd seen everything, but I'd never had to face their silence.

My Daddies were proud of me and there was no doubt about it. Other Daddies made a point to point out how well-behaved and polite I was, but today they had to apologize on my behalf.

"That Kristen really is something, huh?" I said as we stepped inside our home, hoping to taunt them into shouting at me, which would then confirm they didn't hate me as I feared. "Could you believe how arrogant she was when she apologized to me? Well, at least we now know I didn't start it."

"Spanks." Daddy Clark held up ten fingers.

Good god, they weren't even using sentences anymore. They didn't bother because they probably hated me for humiliating them before everyone with my behavior.

They sat on the couch next to each other and Nick patted his lap. Soon I was bent over their collected laps, tears already forming in my eyes, not because I feared the pain, but because they weren't talking to me.