Yes, Daddies

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I don’t move but just stand there, staring. At the clothes. At the section, no, the entire side, of the closet that is clearly not meant for men.

Dresses. Jeans. Tops. Makeup kits. Jackets. Coats. Shoes lined neatly below. Even handbags.

All of it… mine.

My fingers twitch at my sides, but I don’t step forward. I don’t touch anything. I just stare like if I look long enough, the whole thing will rearrange itself into something that makes sense but it doesn’t.

“What…” My voice comes out quieter than I expect. “This… it's… is all mine? What?”

“Yes, those are yours and that's your side.”

I turn slowly. “My… what?”

Zavian leans against the doorframe like this is normal. Like this isn’t insane.

“Your side of the closet,” he repeats what his twin said.

I blink at him. “I don’t have a side of your closet.”

“You do now,” Caspian says.

I stare at both of them.

“…You’re joking.”

“Do we look like we’re joking?” Caspian asks, tilting his head.

“Yes,” I say immediately. “You always look like you’re joking.”

He grins. “Fair.”

Zavian pushes off the doorframe and steps closer, his gaze steady on mine. “It’s your house, Asena.”

I let out a short laugh. “Okay. That’s funnier.”

Neither of them laughs and the sound dies in my throat.

“…You’re serious?” I ask, my smile fading.

“Completely,” Zavian says.

I shake my head, backing up a step. “No. No, you’re not. This is… this is some kind of joke. A weird one.”

“It’s not a joke,” Caspian says, softer now.

I gesture wildly at the closet. “Then what is this? Why are there clothes here? Why are they my size? Why does it look like someone planned this?”

Zavian answers without hesitation. “Because we did.”

I freeze.

“…Why?”

There’s a pause. Caspian glances at his brother before looking back at me. “Because you’re going to be living here. With us.”

I stare at him, then I laugh. I can’t help it. It just comes out.

“Okay… no. No, that’s…” I shake my head, still laughing. “That’s a good one.”

Neither of them joins in and slowly, my laughter fades again.

“You’re serious,” I say, my voice flat now.

Zavian crosses his arms. “We’re preparing.”

“For what?” I demand.

“For you.”

I stare at them both, my chest tightening.

“This isn’t funny,” I say quietly.

“It’s not meant to be,” Zavian replies.

Silence stretches between us then I exhale sharply and turn back to the closet, running a hand through my hair.

“Nope,” I mutter. “Nope, I’m not doing this right now.”

“Asena…” Caspian starts.

“No,” I cut him off, grabbing the first normal-looking outfit I see. “We are not having this conversation at… whatever time it is. We had… yesterday,” I don't even know what to call it, "I just woke up in your bed, my fiance slept with my half-sister, and now you’re telling me that there is side of a closet for me here? No.”

I pull out a pair of black jeans and a simple blue T-shirt.

“There,” I say. “Clothes. Problem solved.”

Caspian chuckles softly behind me. “You pick the most basic thing in there?”

“Yes,” I snap, turning slightly. “Because I’m not walking around in whatever designer, suspiciously expensive wardrobe you’ve decided is mine.”

Zavian raises a brow. “You don’t like them?”

“I don’t trust them coz I don't trust you,” I correct.

That earns me a quiet laugh from Caspian.

“Fair enough,” he says. “Bathroom’s through there.”

He gestures to a door. I hesitate for a second before heading toward it, clutching the clothes like they might disappear if I let go.

“Don’t go anywhere,” Caspian calls after me.

I pause at the door and glance back. “Where exactly would I go?”

He smirks. “You were doing a pretty good job trying earlier.”

I roll my eyes. “Very funny.”

Zavian’s voice is quieter. “We’ll be here.”

I don't respond.

A few minutes later, I stare at myself in the mirror. I look normal.

Good.

I grip the edge of the sink and take a breath.

“This is fine,” I tell my reflection. “You’re fine. They’re just messing with you.”

But the closet flashes in my mind and the way they said it.

I shake my head quickly. “Nope.”

I push away from the sink and head back out.

They’re waiting. Of course they are.

Caspian looks me over first, his lips curving slightly. “You clean up nice.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s jeans.”

“Exactly,” he says.

Zavian’s gaze lingers a second longer, more assessing than teasing. “It suits you.”

I ignore the slight flutter in my chest.

“Can we just… go eat?” I ask.

Caspian grins. “Starving already?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” he says, turning toward the door. “Come on.”

Zavian falls into step beside me as we leave the room and that’s when I start to notice: the hallway alone is bigger than my entire apartment.

I slow down without meaning to.

“…This place is ridiculous,” I mutter.

Caspian glances back at me. “You like it?”

“I don’t even understand it,” I admit.

We walk down a long corridor, the floors polished, the walls lined with art that probably costs more than my rent for a year.

“Is this even a house?” I wonder.

“It’s a house,” Zavian says.

“A mansion,” I correct.

Caspian shrugs. “Semantics.”

We turn a corner, then another, then go down a staircase that makes my jaw drop a little.

“You live here?” I ask.

“Yes,” both of them say at the same time.

I shake my head slowly. “Of course you do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Caspian asks.

I glance at them. “It means you’ve always been… this.”

“This?” He repeats.

“Annoying. Confident. Rich-looking for no reason.”

Caspian laughs. “You think we look rich?”

“You do look rich,” I say. “It’s irritating.”

Zavian smirks slightly. “You’ve always been honest.”

Caspian snorts. “You mean rude.”

“That too,” Zavian agrees.

We reach the dining area, and I stop again.

“Okay, this is actually insane,” I say.

The table is huge. The space is open, bright, and somehow even more intimidating than the rest of the house.

“Sit,” Zavian says, pulling out a chair.

I hesitate, then sit.

Caspian takes the seat across from me, watching me like I’m some kind of entertainment.

“What?” I ask.

“You’re impressed,” he says.

“I’m overwhelmed,” I correct.

“Same thing,” he replies.

Zavian sets a plate in front of me. “Eat.”

My stomach growls at the sight of food. That's when I remember that I didn't eat anything yesterday.

“Okay, fine,” I mutter, picking up a fork.

For a moment, it’s quiet.

Then Caspian speaks again. “You’re not running anymore.”

I glance up. “I wasn’t running.”

“You were at the door,” he says.

“I was leaving.”

“Without saying goodbye.”

I sigh. “I didn’t think I needed to.”

Zavian watches me carefully. “You do.”

I frown slightly. “Why?”

He doesn’t answer right away.

Caspian leans back in his chair. “Because we’re not done with you.”

My grip tightens on the fork.

“…That sounds threatening.”

“It’s not,” he says lightly. “It’s a promise.”

I shake my head, looking back down at my food. “You two are unbelievable.”

“And yet,” Caspian says, “you’re still here.”

I don’t respond because he’s not wrong.

Later, they drive me home. Their car is just as ridiculous as the house.

I stare out the window, arms crossed, trying to process everything that’s happened in the last… however many hours.

“You’re quiet,” Zavian says from the driver’s seat.

“I’m thinking,” I reply.

“Dangerous,” Caspian mutters.

I glare at him. “I’m ignoring you.”

He grins. “You love me.”

“You wish.”

The car slows as we reach the street where my father lives. My chest tightens instantly.

Home.

The moment the car stops, reality crashes back in.

Dad. Sofia. My stepmother. And… Mateo.

I swallow hard.

“Something wrong?” Zavian asks.

I shake my head quickly. “No. I’m fine.”

Caspian studies me. “You don’t look fine.”

“I’m fine,” I repeat, opening the door.

I step out before they can say anything else.

“Thanks for the ride,” I say, forcing a small smile.

Caspian leans out slightly. “We’ll see you soon, Asena and call us if they bully you.”

I pause.

“…Sure,” I say, even though I wouldn't call them.

Zavian’s gaze lingers on me. “Take care.”

I nod and start walking towards the house slowly, each step heavier than the last.

My heart pounds.

“Please don’t let him be here. Please.”

I stop at the door, staring at it. I can hear faint voices inside. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. Then another.

“Okay,” I whisper.

I square my shoulders, reach for the handle and walk inside.

Show time.