The Brothers: A Smallara Side Story

Noah and Liam gazed out of the small, barred window that offered a sliver of the outside world—a world that had long forgotten them. The sun cast elongated shadows across the sterile room, a stark contrast to the warmth they once knew. It had been three years since they first arrived at the government owned and ran Smallara containment facility, whisked away at the onset of the pandemic that had upended the world. Normally just a stopping point before being sent on to Generitech or Preematech facility but they found themselves in beauracratic hell.

They were brothers, bound not just by blood but by the shared misfortune of contracting Smallara—a rare condition that had become the center of global panic. What was meant to be a brief quarantine stretched into an indefinite detention, each day blurring into the next. The facility was cold, both in temperature and in the way it treated its inhabitants: as anomalies to be managed rather than souls to be cared for.

The news of their parents’ death arrived like a cold gust of wind that extinguished the last flicker of hope within them. A drunk driver had collided head-on with their car, ending their lives abruptly and leaving Noah and Liam truly alone. They had distant relatives, names without faces, but no one stepped forward to claim them. The legalities were messy, and the emotional ties were nonexistent. The brothers were left to navigate their grief within the confines of a place that seemed to have forgotten compassion.

Months turned into years as they remained in the facility, which was slowly transforming into a processing center for “littles,” as they were now called. The infrastructure evolved around them—a grim assembly line designed to commodify their very existence. They were told repeatedly that it wouldn’t be long now, that soon they’d be reintegrated into society or sent to Generitech. But promises faded as quickly as they were spoken.

One day, they were herded into a stark room where cameras flashed incessantly. Their images were to be used for a website, they were told. The facility was partnering with a new retail chain called Little Mart, aiming to commercialize the adoption of littles. It was dehumanizing, reducing them to mere products awaiting purchase. Yet amidst the indignity, a sliver of opportunity emerged.

Weeks later, during one of their monotonous training sessions—sessions designed to teach them how to be compliant in their new roles—they received unexpected news. They wouldn’t be sent to the retail stores after all. Someone had purchased them directly through the website, and as a set no less. The brothers exchanged glances, a mixture of relief and apprehension washing over them.

“At least we’ll be together,” Noah whispered, his voice tinged with cautious optimism.

Liam nodded, his eyes reflecting the same conflicted emotions. “It’s something, isn’t it? After all this time…”

They had clung to each other throughout their ordeal, the only constant in an ever-changing nightmare. The thought of being separated had haunted them, and now that fear was alleviated. They would face whatever came next side by side.

As they prepared to leave the facility, a strange feeling settled over them. It was a twisted irony to feel grateful for being sold like commodities. But after three years of isolation and uncertainty, the prospect of stepping back into the real world—even under such circumstances—was a beacon of hope.

The Smallara condition had altered them in many ways. Noah and Liam stood side by side, their diminutive forms a constant reminder of how drastically their lives had changed. Yet amidst the challenges, they found unexpected gifts. Noah no longer needed his glasses; his eyes now captured details with uncanny clarity. Sounds that were once distant murmurs became vivid symphonies of life—every rustle, every whisper carried weight. Their endurance had inexplicably improved; they could hold their breath far longer than before, their lungs embracing the air with newfound efficiency. These enhancements were subtle, nothing like the extraordinary abilities of comic book heroes, but they were silver linings the brothers chose to embrace.

They had harbored hopes of being transferred to a Generitech facility, renowned for treating littles with dignity and providing opportunities for a semblance of normal life. But the reality of being released into the world together was more than they dared to dream. The prospect of freedom, however conditional, filled them with a cautious excitement.

In their modest quarters, they packed their meager belongings. Each item was a piece of their fragmented history—a set of basic clothes tailored to their size, a tablet running LittleOS that contained snippets of news and literature, two bottles of water, and a few days’ supply of Pellets, the nutrient-dense food designed for littles. Liam folded a worn shirt carefully, glancing at Noah.

“Remember when we used to pack for camping trips?” he mused.

Noah smiled faintly. “Back when all we needed were marshmallows and a tent we didn’t know how to pitch.”

They shared a quiet laugh, the memory a balm to their anxious hearts.

The time came for their departure. They were ushered from their living facility—a place that had been more cage than home—to a gateway that separated their world from the one beyond. This was uncharted territory. The door before them was imposing, not just in size but in what it represented: a threshold between the known and the unknown.

As they approached, the gateway loomed like a colossal barrier. But as it opened, they realized that what seemed like grand doors to them were, in fact, ordinary wooden panels with a simple lock. Perspective was everything now. On the other side lay the human part of the building, the realm of the giants who managed the facility and orchestrated the lives of littles like them.

Stepping through, they found themselves on a small shelf affixed to the wall. It was a staging area of sorts, a transition point. Below them, the world stretched vast and expansive. Machinery hummed, and voices echoed distantly—a symphony of activity that was both thrilling and terrifying.

A giant man stood waiting, his features obscured by the sheer scale of his presence. His eyes, though massive, held a softness that eased some of their fears. He extended his hand slowly, palm upturned—a platform offered with deliberate gentleness.

Noah took a deep breath, his enhanced senses flooding with the scent of unfamiliar cologne and the subtle aroma of coffee. He looked at Liam, who nodded subtly. Together, they stepped onto the man’s hand, the warmth of his skin radiating through the soles of their shoes.

The ascent was smooth but disorienting. As they were lifted, the world shifted around them. The facility they’d known for years shrank beneath them, a diorama of their confinement now left behind.

“Welcome, boys,” the giant said, his voice a deep rumble that resonated in their chests. “I’m Mark. I’ll be taking you to shipping.”

Shipping. The word hung in the air, a reminder of their status in this new world. They were commodities, items to be delivered. Yet, within that stark reality, there was a flicker of hope. They were moving forward, together, into whatever the future held.

Mark carried them through a corridor lined with doors that soared above like towering cliffs. Other giants passed by, some casting curious glances, others absorbed in their tasks. The brothers clung to their bags, their knuckles white, but as they adjusted to the rhythm of Mark’s step, a sense of calm settled over them.

“Do you think it’ll be different out there?” Liam whispered.

Noah considered the question. “I don’t know,” he replied softly. “But it’s a chance to find out. And we’re not alone.”

They reached a large room bustling with activity. Conveyor belts crisscrossed the space, and the sounds of machinery filled the air. Mark brought them to a designated area and carefully set them down on a cushioned platform isolated from the business of the rest of the room.

“Someone will be here shortly to prepare you for transport,” he said kindly. “Good luck to both of you.”

“Thank you,” Noah said, his voice earnest.

As Mark walked away, the brothers surveyed their surroundings. This was the final step before re-entering the world—a world that had moved on without them, a world where they would have to find their place anew.

Liam sat down on his bag; his gaze distant. “It’s strange, isn’t it? To be excited and scared at the same time.”

Noah sat beside him. “Yeah. But whatever happens, we’ll face it together atleast instead of alone.”

The section of the room they were in was stark and clinical, bathed in a sterile white light that seemed to erase all shadows. Noah and Liam stood side by side on the cushioned platform, their meager belongings clutched tightly in their hands. The hum of machinery filled the air, a constant reminder of the mechanized world that now dictated their fate.

A door slid open with a soft hiss, and a woman entered. She wore a crisp uniform, her auburn hair pulled back into a neat bun. Her eyes were kind but carried a weight of resigned duty. As she approached, the brothers noticed her name tag partially obscured by a fold in her jacket—a small imperfection in an otherwise immaculate appearance.

“Hello, Noah and Liam,” she said warmly. “This is just going to scan you for any health issues.”

She held up a device resembling an oversized barcode scanner. Its surface gleamed under the fluorescent lights, the contours sleek and impersonal. The brothers exchanged a quick glance, a flicker of apprehension passing between them.

“Please hold still,” the woman instructed gently.

A thin red line emanated from the device, starting at the tops of their heads and slowly descending. The light traced the outlines of their forms, painting them in a temporary glow. As it reached the floor, it paused before making its way back up. A soft beep emitted from the scanner.

Noah felt his heart quicken. The uncertainty gnawed at him—what if something was wrong? He caught Liam’s eye, and his brother’s expression mirrored his own unease.

“The beep is good,” the woman reassured them, noticing their concern. “It means no health issues.”

Relief washed over them, their tense shoulders relaxing slightly. She repeated the process with Liam, and once again, the device beeped affirmatively.

“Both in perfect health,” she confirmed with a smile.

She set the scanner aside and picked up a small box from a nearby table. Opening it, she revealed two collars nestled within, each crafted from a smooth, dark material that seemed to absorb the light. Delicate patterns were etched along their surfaces, subtle designs that hinted at both functionality and aesthetics.

“These are the collars your guardians selected for you,” she explained. “They’re quite nice.”

Noah’s gaze lingered on the collar. It felt heavy with implication—a symbol of ownership, of constraints yet to be fully understood.

“You will feel a slight burning sensation when they’re secured,” the woman continued. “That’s normal, so don’t be alarmed. It’s just the collar interfacing with the chips that were implanted earlier.”

She paused, her eyes meeting theirs with an understanding that transcended words.

“I know it’s not ideal—the collars and all—but it’s part of the process,” she said softly. “They signify to others that you are with a guardian. They identify who you are and who your guardian is. They also allow your guardian to find you if you ever become separated.”

She held up one of the collars, pointing to a barely visible lens embedded within.

“They contain a small camera and synchronize your location via satellite. Your position can be pinpointed to about four inches (100cm). Some littles find it difficult, but I assure you, it’s perfectly normal.”

Noah and Liam exchanged a glance. The weight of her words settled over them like a shroud. They had heard about the collars during their time in the facility—how they were both a safety measure and a constant reminder of their altered status in society.

“Thank you,” they said in unison, their voices quiet but sincere.

They reached out and took the collars from her hands. The material was cool to the touch, smooth yet unyielding. They both knew that most littles wore collars. It was a ubiquitous symbol, almost mundane to the giants, but to them, it was a chain—both metaphorical and literal.

As they prepared to put them on, Noah’s mind drifted back to the time when they were supposed to be transferred to a Generitech facility. That was before their parents’ accident, before the paperwork got lost in the bureaucratic abyss. They had fallen through the cracks, forgotten in a system that rarely acknowledged individual plights.

With a resigned sigh, they clasped the collars around their necks. A sharp click resonated, followed by a sudden burning sensation that caused both of them to wince. It was as if tiny needles were threading through their skin, connecting with the implanted chips.

“It’s alright,” the woman assured them. “It’ll pass in a moment.”

True to her word, the discomfort subsided, leaving a lingering warmth. Noah touched the collar gently, feeling its seamless surface. He was acutely aware that it couldn’t be removed by any means available to them. It was designed that way—a security feature to prevent tampering by littles. Even a child among the giants could undo it effortlessly, but for them, it was an unbreakable bond.

He glanced at Liam, who was adjusting his own collar. Their eyes met, and in that silent exchange, they shared the same mixture of resignation and determination.

“You’re all set,” the woman said, her tone attempting cheerfulness. “Your transport will be ready shortly.”

“Thank you,” Liam replied, his voice steady.

She hesitated for a moment, as if weighing her next words. “I wish you both the best,” she said finally. “Take care of each other.”

With that, she turned and exited the room, leaving the brothers alone once more.

Noah sat down on the edge of the platform, the enormity of the situation pressing down on him. “Feels like we’re trading one cage for another,” he murmured.

Liam joined him, his expression thoughtful. “Maybe. But at least out there, the cage is bigger.”

Noah managed a faint smile. “Always the optimist.”

“Someone has to be,” Liam replied, nudging his shoulder gently. “Besides, we’ve made it this far. Together.”

They sat in companionable silence, the ambient sounds of the facility fading into the background. The collars felt heavier now, both a physical presence and a symbol of their new reality.

“Do you ever wonder what our guardian will be like?” Noah asked quietly.

“All the time,” Liam admitted. “But worrying won’t change anything. We’ll adapt, just like we always have.”

Noah nodded, drawing strength from his brother’s steadfastness. “You’re right.”

Footsteps approached, and they looked up to see another attendant entering the room. “Time to go, gentlemen,” he announced, gesturing toward a small transport vessel designed for littles.

They stood up, gathering their belongings. As they walked toward the vessel, Noah took one last look around the room. This was the final threshold—the point of no return.

“Ready?” Liam asked, his eyes reflecting both apprehension and resolve.

Noah took a deep breath. “As I’ll ever be.”

They stepped into the transport, the doors closing behind them with a soft hiss. The engine hummed to life, and the vessel began to move. Through the small window, they watched as the facility receded, replaced by the vast expanse of the world beyond.

As the transport vessel accelerated, Noah and Liam pressed their faces against the small window, their eyes wide with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The facility that had been their entire world for so long shrank into the distance, replaced by the vast expanse of the world beyond.

For a fleeting moment, they felt as if the shackles of their confinement had been lifted. The sky stretched endlessly above them, a canvas of azure dotted with wisps of cloud that seemed close enough to touch. Sunlight bathed the landscape below, transforming cities into intricate tapestries of light and shadow.

“Look at that,” Liam whispered, his breath fogging the glass. “It’s like we’re flying.”

Noah smiled softly. “We are flying. And for once, it feels like we’re on top of the world.”

The vessel they occupied was sleek and transparent, constructed entirely of reinforced glass that allowed an unobstructed view in every direction. There were no controls, no seats—just a minimalist space designed for observation. The drone was fully automated, guided by Generitech’s sophisticated navigation systems. Cameras and sensors scanned the skies, adjusting the flight path to avoid any obstacles with seamless precision.

As they soared above towering skyscrapers and vast stretches of countryside, the brothers could almost forget their diminished stature. From this height, everything below appeared miniature, a diorama of life that made them feel grand by comparison.

“It’s strange,” Noah mused. “Up here, it’s like nothing has changed.”

Liam nodded, his eyes reflecting the endless horizon. “If only we could stay in this moment a little longer.”

Their reverie was short-lived. Gradually, the drone began its descent, the ground drawing nearer with each passing second. The sprawling urban landscapes gave way to a massive structure ahead—a Generitech facility unlike any they had seen before. The building was a monolith of steel and glass, its façade punctuated by thousands of identical ports designed for transport vessels just like theirs.

“Guess this is our next stop,” Liam remarked, a hint of apprehension creeping into his voice.

“Yeah,” Noah replied, his gaze fixed on the approaching building. “Back to reality.”

The drone aligned itself with one of the docking ports, and with a gentle jolt, it settled into place. A soft hiss signaled the release of pressurized air, and a door slid open seamlessly. Ahead of them stretched a short platform—just a few steps long—leading to what appeared to be a small box.

“Another box,” Liam sighed. “Figures.”

Before they could ponder further, a soothing feminine voice filled the space. “Please enter the shipping container.”

They looked up to see a young woman smiling down at them. She couldn’t have been much older than them—perhaps in her late teens. Her chestnut hair was pulled back into a neat ponytail, and she wore a Generitech polo shirt embroidered with the company logo. Her eyes were bright, and there was a genuine warmth in her expression. To her this was an afterschool job but a sense of caring still eminated from her that wasn’t present at the government facility.

“It will be okay,” she assured them gently. “Your next stop will be with your guardian. This container will move along the conveyor to be loaded onto a GPS truck.”

Her tone was kind, but there was an underlying patronizing cadence, an inflection often used when speaking to small children or pets. It was a subtle reminder of how the world now perceived them.

“Thank you,” Noah said politely, picking up his duffel bag.

Liam offered a nod of gratitude. “We appreciate your help.”

They stepped into the shipping container, which was surprisingly well-cushioned on the inside. As soon as they were settled, the flap closed above them, sealing them in semi-darkness. The container began to move smoothly along the conveyor belt, the gentle hum of machinery accompanying their thoughts.

“Back into a box,” Liam muttered, leaning against the padded wall.

Noah placed a reassuring hand on his brother’s shoulder. “At least it’s a step closer to our new life. Maybe things will be better from here on out.”

“Maybe,” Liam conceded, though uncertainty lingered in his voice.

The container was lifted and slotted into a compartment with practiced efficiency. Moments later, they felt the rumble of an engine as the GPS truck began its journey. The hours that followed were a blur of motion and stillness—the rhythmic sway of the truck interspersed with stops and starts, doors opening and closing, footsteps echoing faintly outside.

Without windows or any sense of time, the brothers could only speculate about their progress. They shared stories to pass the time, recalling fond memories of family vacations and school adventures. Laughter mingled with moments of quiet reflection, each serving as a balm for their anxious hearts.

Eventually, the pattern changed. The truck came to a final stop, and they heard the distinct sound of the cargo door opening. Their container was lifted once more, the motion steadier and more deliberate than before.

“This might be it,” Noah whispered.

Liam took a deep breath. “Here goes nothing.”

They discerned the sound of footsteps on the pavement, followed by the whoosh of an automatic door. A brief pause ensued, and then the subtle sensation of ascending in an elevator.

“Wonder how high we’re going,” Liam mused, trying to mask his nervousness.

“Feels like we’ve been going up forever,” Noah replied, clutching his bag a little tighter.

The elevator chimed softly as it reached its destination. The footsteps resumed, now muffled by what they guessed was plush carpeting. A knock on a door echoed faintly, followed by the creak of hinges.

“I have a package for Hailey Bishop,” announced a male voice—likely the GPS worker.

“That’s me!” an enthusiastic voice responded, youthful and high spirited.

There was a brief exchange, the electronic beep of a signature being captured. Suddenly, their container shifted hands, the movements now more energetic and less measured. They could feel the excitement radiating from their new handler.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! It’s here!” the girl exclaimed, her words tumbling over each other in her excitement.

They were jostled slightly as she moved, her footsteps light and rapid. The sound of a door opening and closing quickly followed.

“Hailey, walk!” a woman’s voice called out, firm but affectionate.

“Fine!” Hailey responded, though her tone made it clear she was anything but subdued.

The brothers felt themselves being set down on a soft surface—the creak of bedsprings beneath them. The container remained still for a moment before the flap was lifted, flooding their confined space with warm light.

Blinking to adjust, Noah and Liam looked up to see Hailey peering in at them. She was around sixteen, with lively green eyes and a cascade of wavy brown hair that framed her face. A sprinkle of freckles dusted her cheeks, giving her an air of youthful exuberance. She wore a casual ensemble of jeans and a vibrant t-shirt adorned with abstract patterns.

“Hi!” she greeted them eagerly. “I’m Hailey. It’s so great to finally meet you!”

Her smile was infectious, brimming with genuine excitement. The brothers exchanged a quick glance, a mix of relief and apprehension passing between them.

“Hello,” Noah replied, mustering a friendly tone. “I’m Noah, and this is my brother, Liam.”

Liam offered a small wave. “Nice to meet you.”

Hailey’s eyes sparkled. “This is so awesome! I can’t wait to show you around. Come on out!”

She extended her hand toward them, palm open and inviting. There was a sincerity in her gesture that eased some of their initial fears.

Taking a deep breath, the brothers stepped onto her hand, their movements cautious. Hailey lifted them gently, her touch surprisingly steady. She placed them on the soft expanse of her bedspread, a plush fabric that sank slightly under their weight.

Her room was a vibrant mosaic of colors and textures. Posters adorned the walls—bands, movies, abstract art—each reflecting a facet of her personality. A bookshelf overflowed with novels and trinkets, while a desk by the window held an array of art supplies.

“Welcome to my room!” Hailey exclaimed, spreading her arms wide. “I hope you’ll like it here.”

Noah surveyed their surroundings. “It’s very nice,” he said sincerely. “Thank you for having us.”

“Yeah, we appreciate it,” Liam added, his posture relaxing ever so slightly.

Hailey beamed. “I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been reading all about being a good guardian. We’re going to have so much fun together!”

She sat cross-legged on the bed, bringing herself closer to their level. “If there’s anything you need, just let me know. My mom helped set up a little living space for you in a spare room, but you can hang out here as much as you want.”

Her enthusiasm was disarming. Despite the surreal circumstances, the brothers found themselves warming to her openness.

“That’s very thoughtful of you,” Noah said. “We look forward to getting to know you.”

Hailey’s gaze softened. “I know this must be a big adjustment for you. If there’s anything I can do to help, please tell me.”

Liam smiled faintly. “We appreciate that. It’s been… a journey.”

She nodded understandingly. “Well, you’re not alone anymore.”

A gentle knock interrupted the moment. The door opened slightly, and a woman peeked in, Hailey’s mother, by the looks of her. She had the same warm eyes and a reassuring presence.

“Everything okay in here?” she asked, her gaze shifting to the brothers with a friendly smile.

“Yeah, Mom,” Hailey replied. “I was just introducing myself.”

Her mother stepped into the room. “Hello, Noah and Liam. I’m Mrs. Bishop, but you can call me Sarah if you’d like.”

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Bishop,” Noah said politely.

“Thank you for welcoming us,” Liam added.

Sarah nodded. “We’re happy to have you here. Dinner will be ready soon, Hailey. Why don’t you bring our guests downstairs when you’re ready?”

“Sure thing!” Hailey agreed enthusiastically.

As her mother left the room, closing the door gently behind her, Hailey turned back to the brothers. “Do you like spaghetti?” she asked, her eyes bright with anticipation.

They exchanged a glance. “We do,” Noah confirmed.

“Awesome! My mom makes the best spaghetti. I saw from this big streamer I follow Sarandipity that you can crush little pellets over food so your littles can still eat people food while getting nutrients they need. I cant wait try it. I got a flavorless pellet so it should take on the taste of the Spaghetti. Come on, I’ll show you around the house before dinner.”

She offered her hand again, and they climbed aboard. As she carefully carried them through the hallway, Hailey pointed out various rooms and shared anecdotes, her chatter filling the space with a comforting normalcy.

Despite the strangeness of their situation, there was something undeniably heartening about Hailey’s genuine enthusiasm and kindness. For the first time in a long while, the brothers felt a glimmer of hope that perhaps this new chapter could bring not just challenges, but also unexpected joys.

As they descended the staircase, the aroma of homemade spaghetti sauce wafted through the air, wrapping them in a sense of warmth and belonging.

“Maybe this is the fresh start we needed,” Liam thought, allowing himself a tentative smile.

“Yeah,” Noah agreed silently, as if sharing the sentiment. “Maybe it is.”

As they descended the staircase, the rich aroma of homemade spaghetti sauce enveloped Noah and Liam, stirring memories of family dinners from a life that now seemed distant. Hailey cradled them carefully in her hands, her excitement palpable.

“You’re going to love my mom’s cooking,” she promised, her eyes sparkling. “It’s the best.”

“We always just had sauce from a jar growing up. This is kind of exciting.” Liam said

They entered the dining room, and the brothers were momentarily speechless. The table before them was a masterpiece of craftsmanship—a long expanse of gleaming mahogany polished to a mirror finish. The plates were ornate, heavy with intricate designs etched into fine china. Crystal glasses caught the light from an elegant chandelier overhead, casting tiny rainbows across the room.

“Wow,” Liam whispered, taking in the opulence.

Noah nodded silently. Each room they’d seen in the Bishop household exuded a level of sophistication and expense they had never encountered. Yet, despite the grandeur, there was a warmth that made the space feel inviting rather than imposing.

Hailey gently lowered her hand to the table. “Here we are,” she said cheerfully. “Go ahead and step off.”

They carefully disembarked onto the smooth surface, the wood cool beneath their feet. The sheer scale of everything was both awe-inspiring and a stark reminder of their new reality.

“Come over here. This is my spot!” Hailey beckoned, motioning to a place setting near her chair. Two small cushions had been placed on the table, clearly intended for them.

The brothers exchanged a glance before making their way to the designated spot. Their Little training had emphasized obedience, but they sensed that Hailey’s invitation was born of genuine excitement rather than expectation.

“This is going to be great,” Hailey enthused, settling into her chair beside them. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted Littles. When I saw your profiles on the website, it just spoke to me—especially that you wanted someone to take you as a set. We’re big on family here.”

“Thank you,” Noah said sincerely. “We appreciate you doing this for us, Ms. Bishop.”

Hailey laughed lightly. “Just call me Hailey, guys. Really.”

“Alright… Hailey,” Liam agreed, a small smile forming.

She clapped her hands together suddenly. “Oh! I almost forgot. Wait right here—I can’t wait to use them!”

Before they could inquire further, she jumped up and dashed toward the kitchen. The brothers watched her go, a mixture of amusement and curiosity playing across their faces.

“What do you think that’s about?” Liam wondered aloud.

“No idea,” Noah replied. “But she seems genuinely nice.”

Their attention shifted to the room around them. The decor was immaculate—tasteful artwork adorned the walls, and fresh flowers graced a sideboard. Everything was meticulously arranged, exuding both elegance and comfort.

“It’s like something out of a magazine,” Liam observed.

“Yeah,” Noah agreed. “Like that Good Housekeeping magazine mom would read. But despite all this, they seem down-to-earth.”

Just then, Hailey returned, carefully carrying two tiny glasses that shimmered like crystal. Her excitement was infectious.

“I’ve been waiting to use these since we got them,” she announced, grinning from ear to ear. “But I had to wait for you guys to finish training.”

She dipped each glass into her own water goblet, filling them just enough. Placing one in front of each brother, she sat back down. “Drink up! You must be thirsty after your long trip.”

Touched by the gesture, Noah lifted his glass, the cool water reflecting his grateful smile. “Thank you, Hailey. This is very thoughtful.” Knowing that little glassware was not only expensive but not common.

“Yeah, these are amazing,” Liam added, examining the delicate craftsmanship.

She waved off their thanks modestly. “It’s nothing. I just wanted you to feel at home.”

As they sipped their water, Hailey leaned in, her expression curious. “So, what was it like? The facility, I mean. I’ve never gotten to see one.”

Noah and Liam exchanged a brief glance. The memories of sterile halls and endless waiting were still fresh.

“It was… structured,” Noah began carefully. “Very routine-oriented.”

“Not much freedom,” Liam added. “But we managed.”

Hailey nodded thoughtfully. “That must have been hard.”

“It had its challenges,” Noah admitted. “But we’re glad to be here now.”

“Definitely,” Liam agreed, offering a reassuring smile.

Just then, Mrs. Bishop entered the dining room carrying a steaming platter of spaghetti. Her warm demeanor matched her daughter’s. “I hope everyone’s hungry,” she announced, placing the dish at the center of the table.

“Starving!” Hailey declared.

Mrs. Bishop smiled down at the brothers. “And I have something special for you two.”

From a small tray, she produced two tiny plates, each adorned with a perfectly portioned serving of spaghetti and meatballs, complete with miniature utensils.

“We really appreciate it, Mrs. Bishop,” Noah said earnestly.

“Please, call me Sarah,” she insisted gently. “We’re all family here.”

As they began to eat, the atmosphere grew even more comfortable. Hailey chatted animatedly about her day, her hobbies, and the plans she had for showing them around.

“You have no idea how excited I am,” she gushed between bites. “I’ve been reading all about how to be a good guardian. We’re going to have so much fun together!”

Her enthusiasm was genuine, and the brothers found themselves relaxing further.

“So, do you guys have any hobbies?” Hailey asked.

“I enjoy reading and writing,” Noah offered. “Liam here is the tech-savvy one.”

Liam nodded. “I like working with gadgets, tinkering with electronics.”

Hailey’s eyes lit up. “That’s perfect! My dad has a whole workshop downstairs. I’m sure he’d love to show you when he gets back from his trip.”

“That would be great,” Liam said, his interest piqued.

Throughout dinner, they couldn’t help but notice the subtle gestures that made them feel included—Sarah asking if they needed anything else, Hailey’s genuine interest in their experiences, the way they were spoken to as equals rather than possessions.

After the main course, Sarah brought out a decadent chocolate cake. “I hope you saved room for dessert,” she teased.

Hailey laughed. “There’s always room for cake!”

She carefully cut a small slice for each of them, ensuring the brothers had their share. As they savored the rich flavors, Noah felt a sense of warmth he hadn’t experienced in years.

“This is delicious,” he remarked.

“Thank you,” Sarah replied. “It’s an old family recipe.”

As the meal wound down, Hailey glanced at the clock. “Oh! It’s getting late. Do you want me to show you to your room?”

“That would be nice,” Noah said.

“Sure,” Liam agreed.

Hailey gently scooped them up, their tiny glasses and plates left neatly on the table. As she carried them through the house, she pointed out various rooms—a spacious living area, a library filled with books, a sunroom overlooking a manicured garden.

“This place is incredible,” Liam said appreciatively.

“My parents work a lot, but they love making our home special,” Hailey explained.

They reached a door at the end of a hallway. Hailey opened it to reveal a room designed specifically for them. Everything was scaled to their size—a cozy bed with soft linens, a desk equipped with a miniature computer, shelves stocked with books and personal items.

“We wanted you to have your own space,” Hailey said, setting them down gently. “I hope it’s okay.”

“It’s more than okay,” Noah replied, genuinely moved. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, this is amazing,” Liam echoed.

Hailey beamed. “I’m glad you like it. I’ll let you get settled, but if you need anything, my room is just down the hall.”

“Goodnight, Hailey,” they said in unison.

“Goodnight!” she replied, closing the door softly behind her.

The brothers stood in silence for a moment, taking in their new surroundings. The room looked like it might have been some kind of walk in closet that as converted to a living space for them. It was still expansive and had window letting in the moonlight.

“Can you believe this?” Liam asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

“It’s like a dream,” Noah admitted. “I didn’t expect… any of this.”

They began to explore the room, discovering thoughtful touches—a framed photo of a serene landscape, a stack of novels they’d mentioned liking during their profiles, even a small toolkit for Liam.

“They really went out of their way,” Liam said, running his fingers over the tools.

Noah sat on the edge of the bed, the soft mattress yielding under his weight. “I think we’re going to be happy here,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” Liam agreed, joining him. “It feels… right.”

A gentle knock interrupted their thoughts. The door opened slightly, and Sarah peeked in. “I just wanted to check if you needed anything before you settle in.”

“We’re all set,” Noah assured her. “Thank you for everything.”

She smiled warmly. “You’re very welcome. Sleep well, both of you and welcome home.”

As she left, closing the door behind her, the brothers exchanged a look of contentment.

“It’s been a long time since we’ve felt this at ease,” Noah mused.

Liam nodded. “It’s a good feeling.”

They prepared for bed, changing into comfortable clothes provided for them. As they settled under the soft blankets, the events of the day replayed in their minds.

“Hey, Noah,” Liam said into the darkness.

“Yeah?”

“Do you think Mom and Dad would be okay with this? Us being here?”

Noah thought for a moment. “I think they’d be happy we’re safe and together. And they’d appreciate how kind the Bishops have been.”

“Yeah,” Liam agreed softly. “I miss them.”

“Me too,” Noah whispered.

Silence enveloped them, but it was a peaceful silence, filled with the unspoken understanding only siblings share.

“Goodnight, Liam.”

“Goodnight, Noah.”

Morning light filtered softly through the delicate curtains of their new room, casting a warm glow over the cozy space. Liam stirred first, blinking sleep from his eyes as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. For a moment, he forgot where he was—a fleeting confusion that dissipated as memories of the previous day came rushing back.

He stretched languidly, feeling more rested than he had in years. The soft sheets and plush mattress were a stark contrast to the sterile cots of the facility. Glancing toward the window, he noticed the sun was already well above the horizon. A pang of anxiety shot through him.

“Wait… what time is it?” he murmured to himself.

Back at the facility, their days had been regimented, each hour accounted for. They were always up by seven, expected to be punctual and obedient. The Little training had emphasized the importance of being awake before their guardians, ready to serve or assist as needed.

A sense of panic welled up within him. If they had overslept, would Hailey be upset? They didn’t want to appear ungrateful or disrespectful after all the kindness she and her mother had shown them.

“NOAH! Wake up!” Liam whispered urgently, shaking his brother’s shoulder.

Noah groaned softly, turning over. “What is it?” he mumbled; his eyes still closed.

“We slept in! The sun’s already up—we’re supposed to be awake before Hailey.”

Noah’s eyes snapped open, realization dawning on his face. “Oh no,” he muttered, throwing off the covers. “What time is it?”

“I don’t know, but it looks like mid-morning,” Liam replied, hastily pulling on his clothes.

They dressed quickly, the urgency propelling their movements. The polished wooden floors of the hallway gleamed under the sunlight, their slick surfaces causing the brothers to slide slightly as they hurried toward Hailey’s room.

Their hearts pounded in unison. The last thing they wanted was to offend their new guardian. The fear of being sent back to the facility—or worse—loomed over them, a shadow from their past they couldn’t quite shake.

As they approached Hailey’s door, they noticed it was ajar. Relief mingled with their anxiety. Perhaps she wasn’t upset after all or was a late sleeper.

Pushing the door open gently, they stepped inside. Hailey stood in front of a full-length mirror, holding up a black vest in one hand and a cozy sweater in the other. She seemed to be contemplating her outfit for the day, her expression thoughtful.

Noticing their reflection in the mirror, she turned and smiled brightly. “Oh, you’re up! Perfect timing,” she greeted them cheerfully. “I could use your opinion. Vest or sweater?”

“Vest!” both brothers blurted out simultaneously, their voices a mix of urgency and eagerness.

In their haste, they stumbled over each other, nearly losing their balance. Breathing heavily from the rush, they looked up at Hailey with apprehensive eyes.

“We’re so sorry,” Noah began, his voice laced with concern. “Please forgive us. We didn’t mean any offense. Don’t send us back. We were just a bit tired—it won’t happen again.”

Hailey’s smile faded into a look of confusion and concern. She knelt down to their level, her eyes searching theirs. “What are you sorry for?” she asked gently. “You both look so frantic. Come here.”

Liam swallowed hard. “We… we slept in,” he admitted. “We should have been awake before you, ready in case you needed us.”

Understanding dawned on Hailey’s face. “Oh,” she said softly. “I forgot—you mentioned you were Little trained. That is how that works from what I read.”

She reached out and gently placed a hand on each of their shoulders, her touch comforting. “Listen, guys. I don’t need anything like that from you. I’m here to take care of you, not the other way around.”

“But we thought…” Noah began, uncertainty coloring his words. “Because of the collars and the chipping, we assumed…”

Hailey sighed softly, her eyes reflecting a mix of empathy and regret. “You’re Littles, so you have to be collared—it’s the law,” she explained. “But they’re just normal collars. I chose ones I thought looked nice on you. They’re not training collars or anything like that.”

She paused, her gaze earnest. “I had you chipped because it’s safer for you medically. Doctors can access important health information if needed. If we’re seperated somehow it identifies you as mine medical staff and authorities. I never wanted to make you feel bad or less than anyone else.”

The sincerity in her voice was unmistakable. The brothers felt a weight lift from their shoulders, replaced by a burgeoning sense of relief.

“We’re sorry for misunderstanding,” Liam said quietly. “It’s just… we haven’t experienced much kindness these past few years.”

“No need to apologize,” Hailey assured them. “I’m sorry I didn’t explain things better.”

She offered a warm smile. “You’re my little guys now. I’m not going to let anyone mistreat you. This is your home—a safe space. You don’t need to wake up at a certain time or follow strict rules. Just be yourselves. If I need you to do something, I’ll ask.”

Her words wrapped around them like a comforting embrace. The tension that had gripped them eased, replaced by gratitude.

“We’d like that,” Noah replied, a genuine smile tugging at his lips.

“Me too,” Liam added, feeling a newfound sense of ease.

“Good!” Hailey exclaimed, her enthusiasm returning. She stood up and gestured toward a corner of her room. “Now, how about we relax a bit?”

She walked over to her clothes hamper and pulled out a brightly colored sweatshirt. It was oversized and plush, the kind that promised warmth and comfort. Spreading it out on the floor, she motioned for them to join her.

“Come on over,” she encouraged. “It’s softer than the floor, and I thought you might like it.”

The brothers approached hesitantly at first, but as they stepped onto the fabric, they couldn’t help but notice how soft it felt beneath their feet. The material was warm and inviting, the subtle scent of Hailey’s perfume enveloping them—a mix of vanilla and jasmine that was both soothing and familiar.

“You can sit however you like,” Hailey said, settling down beside them. “And please, don’t do that Little sitting thing.”

“Little sitting?” Noah echoed, tilting his head.

“You know, that formal way Littles are taught to sit—all stiff and proper,” she explained. “I don’t like it. It makes me feel like you’re uncomfortable or like I’m some kind of strict boss.”

She chuckled lightly. “I’d prefer if you just relax and be casual around me. We’re friends, remember?”

Liam smiled appreciatively. “This sweatshirt is really comfy,” he remarked, running his hand over the soft fabric.

“And it smells nice, too,” Noah added before he could stop himself.

Liam shot him a playful glare. “Noah!”

Hailey laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “Thanks! It’s one of my favorites.”

A comfortable silence settled over them. The initial awkwardness had dissipated, replaced by a sense of camaraderie. Sitting on the sweatshirt they couldn’t help but feel like Hailey had enveloped them. Her presence everywhere giving them a metaphysical hug. It was comforting to both brothers.

“Can I ask you something?” Hailey ventured after a moment.

“Of course,” Liam replied.

“What was it really like at the facility?” she inquired gently. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

The brothers exchanged a glance. Sharing their experiences wasn’t easy, but Hailey’s genuine interest and kindness made them feel safe enough to open up.

“It was… isolating,” Noah began thoughtfully. “Every day was the same—strict schedules, little freedom.”

“We were always being monitored,” Liam added. “It didn’t feel like living, more like just… existing.”

Hailey’s expression softened with empathy. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“It’s okay,” Noah said quietly. “We’re here now, and that’s what matters.”

She nodded, a determined look crossing her face. “Well, I promise things will be different here. I want you to feel at home.”

“We already do,” Liam assured her. “You’ve been incredibly kind.”

“Absolutely,” Noah agreed. “We can’t thank you enough.”

Hailey smiled warmly. “You don’t have to thank me. I’m happy you’re here.”

She leaned back on her hands, gazing up at the ceiling. “You know, when I first read your profiles, something just clicked. I felt like we’d get along really well.”

“Funny, we felt the same way,” Liam admitted.

“Yeah,” Noah concurred. “We were hoping for someone who saw us as more than just… well, Littles.”

Hailey looked at them thoughtfully. “To me, you’re Noah and Liam—two guys who have been through a lot and deserve a fresh start. You are littles but it doesn’t define you.”

“That’s all we’ve ever wanted,” Noah said softly.

She grinned. “Then let’s make the most of it.”

A playful glint appeared in her eyes. “So, any plans for today? We could explore the garden, or maybe you’d like to check out the library?”

Liam perked up at the mention of the library. “You have a library?”

“Sure do,” Hailey confirmed. “It’s got all sorts of books, and a cozy reading nook. My dad loves to collect rare editions.”

“That sounds amazing,” Noah said, excitement creeping into his voice.

“Then it’s settled,” Hailey declared, standing up. “Library it is!”

She extended her hands toward them. “Shall we?”

They nodded eagerly, each stepping onto her open palm. As she lifted them gently, the brothers felt a surge of optimism. The fears and uncertainties that had plagued them were beginning to fade, replaced by the simple joy of new possibilities.

As they made their way toward the library, Hailey chatted animatedly about her favorite books and authors. The brothers listened with interest, their own passions for reading ignited by her enthusiasm.

Reaching the library, they were greeted by towering shelves lined with volumes of every shape and size. Sunlight streamed through tall windows, casting a warm glow over the polished wooden floors and plush rugs.

“Wow,” Liam breathed, taking in the sight.

“It’s incredible,” Noah agreed.

Hailey set them down on a low table near a comfortable armchair. “Feel free to look around,” she encouraged. “Let me know if there’s anything you’d like to read.”

They began to explore, marveling at the collection. Hailey joined them, occasionally pulling out a book to show them interesting illustrations or passages.

Time seemed to slip away as they delved into stories and shared their thoughts. Laughter and conversation filled the room, the barriers between them dissolving further with each passing moment.

Eventually, Sarah peeked into the library. “There you are,” she said warmly. “I was wondering where everyone went.”

“Just sharing some books,” Hailey replied, smiling.

“Well, lunch will be ready soon,” Sarah informed them. “I made sandwiches and fresh lemonade.”

“Sounds great!” Hailey turned to the brothers. “Hungry?”

“Definitely,” Liam answered.

“Very,” Noah added, his stomach agreeing with a soft grumble.

They all laughed, and Hailey carefully scooped them up once more.

As they headed toward the dining room, Noah couldn’t help but reflect on how much had changed in such a short time. The kindness and acceptance they had found here were more than he had dared to hope for.

“Hey, Hailey,” he said, glancing up at her.

“Yes?”

“Thanks for everything,” he said earnestly. “We really appreciate it.”

She looked down at them with a gentle smile. “You’re welcome. And thank you—for trusting me.”

Liam nodded. “It’s been easy to trust you.”

“Well, I’m glad,” she replied, her eyes shining. “Because I have a feeling this is the start of a great friendship.”

As they settled in for lunch, the conversation flowed effortlessly. Stories were shared, jokes were told, and the lines that separated their worlds blurred just a little more.

Lunch had long since passed, and the golden afternoon light bathed the Bishop living room in a warm glow. Hailey lay sprawled on the oversized plush sectional couch, her long legs draped over the armrest her hair cascading over a pillow as she flipped through a thick stack of papers—a script marked with highlighted lines and scribbled notes though her focus wavered between memorizing and daydreaming.

On the floor beneath her, Noah and Liam stretched out on the thick, luxurious carpet. The fibers were soft against their backs, cushioning them in a way that felt indulgent. They exchanged contented glances, reveling in the rare pleasure of having nowhere to be and nothing pressing to do. It was a stark contrast to the regimented life they’d known at the facility, where every moment was accounted for.

“This is nice,” Liam murmured, folding his arms behind his head.

“Yeah,” Noah agreed softly. “Feels almost… normal.”

They lay there in comfortable silence, the kind that only close companions share. The scent of lavender from a nearby diffuser filled the air, adding to the serene atmosphere.

The gentle hum of the air conditioner mixed with the distant chirping of birds outside, creating a soothing soundtrack to their idle afternoon. The brothers exchanged contented glances, silently acknowledging how far they had come from the sterile confines of the facility.

Their tranquility was interrupted by the subtle vibration of footsteps approaching—a sensation they had grown accustomed to in this world where everything was magnified. Mrs. Bishop entered the room, her presence both commanding and comforting. From their vantage point on the floor, the brothers were reminded of their diminutive stature, a fleeting moment of introspection that quickly passed.

“I’m going to clean the kitchen,” Mrs. Bishop announced, her gaze sweeping over the scattered belongings cluttering the living room. “Please pick up this place, Hailey. Your stuff is everywhere. You know how much I hate tripping over shoes.” She cast a pointed look at a pair of sandals lying haphazardly near the coffee table.

Hailey glanced up from her papers, a hint of teenage exasperation crossing her face. “Mom, I’m running lines,” she protested lightly. “I have a big scene coming up.”

Mrs. Bishop raised an eyebrow. “And part of being a professional is managing your responsibilities,” she countered gently. “It’ll only take a few minutes to pick up.”

“Sure, Mom,” she replied with a sigh.

Mrs. Bishop offered a small smile before turning to leave. “Thank you,” she called over her shoulder. “Oh, and don’t forget—dinner’s at six.”

Hailey sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes in typical teenage exasperation. “She overreacts so much,” she muttered, glancing down at Noah and Liam. “She knows I’m running lines too.” she grumbled good-naturedly. “It’s just a couple of things.”

She sat up, gathering a large stack of papers and tucking them under her arm before she gathered her purse and backpack from the floor, pausing as an idea struck her. “Hey, would you two mind bringing my sandals over to the rug next to the front door? She acts like these two sandals are just an explosion of clutter.”

Setting down her hefty script, she added, “I’m just going to run these up to my room,” Motioning to her purse and a bookbag before bounding up the stairs.

Noah and Liam exchanged a quick glance. This was the first time Hailey had asked them to do something, and they felt eager to help. Rising to their feet, they set off toward the sandals, which lay near the opposite end of the spacious living room.

The sandals in question were Hailey’s favorite—a stylish pair with thick soles and decorative straps adorned with small metal studs. To her, they were a comfortable accessory; to the brothers, they appeared more like formidable obstacles.

As they approached, the sheer size of the footwear became even more apparent. Each sandal longer then they were tall, the soles sturdy and unyielding. The brothers stood on either side of one sandal, contemplating the best way to move it.

“We should do a good job,” Noah said, determination in his voice. “She hasn’t asked us for anything until now.”

“Agreed,” Liam replied, matching his brother’s stride.

“Alright, let’s tackle one at a time,” Noah suggested, moving to the front of the first sandal.

Liam nodded, positioning himself at the heel. “Ready?”

“On three. One, two, three!”

They heaved upward, muscles straining as they attempted to lift the sandal. The weight was far greater than they anticipated, and it barely lifted off the ground.

“Wow, this is heavier than it looks,” Liam grunted, adjusting his grip.

“Tell me about it,” Noah agreed, his arms trembling with effort. “She must have lead soles.” Noah said, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. “Let’s try again, but use our legs more.”

They repositioned themselves, , digging their feet into the plush carpet and bending their knees for leverage. Slowly, they managed to lift the sandal a few inches off the ground. With a unified effort, they managed to lift the sandal several inches off the floor.

“Okay, small steps,” Noah instructed, his voice tight with exertion.

They shuffled forward, the sandal swaying precariously between them. Each step required careful coordination to prevent it from slipping from their grasp. The distance to the front door seemed to stretch endlessly.

“Just a little further,” Liam panted, his brow damp with sweat.

“Got it!” Noah exclaimed, his voice strained.

“Now, forward,” Liam instructed, his arms trembling under the weight.

“Keep your side up,” Noah urged, noticing the sandal tilting dangerously.

“I’m trying,” Liam panted. “My grip is slipping.”

The floor beneath them seemed to vibrate slightly—a subtle reminder of the vastness of the world they now navigated. As they neared the halfway point, Mrs. Bishop re-entered the room, pausing as she noticed their struggle.

Both brothers froze, caught off guard by her sudden appearance. The sandal wobbled precariously, and they scrambled to steady it.

“I thought I asked you to pick up your sandals,” she called out to Hailey, who was just ascending the stairs.

Hailey glanced over the banister. “I am, Mom. See? Noah and Liam are helping,” she replied, a hint of teenage defensiveness in her tone.

Mrs. Bishop’s gaze shifted to the brothers, her expression softening with concern. “I see,” she said thoughtfully. “But it’s your responsibility, not theirs.”

Hailey shrugged, dismissing the issue. “They’re happy to help,” she insisted before disappearing upstairs.

Mrs. Bishop approached the brothers, who had paused during the exchange. “Are you two okay?” she asked gently. “That looks heavy.”

“We’re fine,” Noah assured her, though his arms ached.

“Just… taking a breather,” Liam added, forcing a smile.

She offered a sympathetic nod. “Well, don’t overexert yourselves. Let me know if you need any assistance.”

“Thank you,” they replied in unison as she returned to the kitchen.

With renewed determination, they resumed their task. The sandal felt even heavier now, but they were resolved to see it through. The thought of disappointing Hailey or appearing incapable spurred them on.

“Almost there,” Noah encouraged, though his muscles screamed in protest.

They finally reached the rug by the front door, carefully lowering the sandal onto its designated spot. Both brothers collapsed onto the floor beside it, breathing heavily.

“One down,” Liam sighed, wiping his forehead.

They could feel the subtle vibrations of footsteps elsewhere in the house—a constant reminder of the colossal world they inhabited. The floor beneath them seemed to shift with each movement, adding to the challenge.

They shared a moment of silent camaraderie before pushing themselves back up. The return journey seemed longer, their legs weary. Nearing the second sandal, they steeled themselves for the challenge.

As they reached the second sandal, they braced themselves. “Ready?” Noah asked, his voice heavy with fatigue.

“As I’ll ever be,” Liam replied.

“This one feels even heavier,” Liam remarked as they lifted it.

“Probably because we’re exhausted,” Noah replied wryly.

Their progress was slower this time, each step deliberate. The weight of the sandal pressed into their hands, the straps digging into their palms. Beads of sweat formed on their brows, their breathing labored.

“Don’t drop it,” Noah cautioned as the sandal tilted slightly.

“I’m trying,” Liam huffed. “My grip is slipping.”

They continued the grueling process, each movement a test of their resolve. The second sandal seemed even heavier, their earlier exertion taking its toll. The floor’s slight incline toward the door didn’t help, adding extra resistance to their uphill struggle.

“Just a few more steps.”

They edged forward, the front door inching closer. The effort taxed every muscle, but they refused to give up. With a final, monumental effort, they placed the second sandal next to the first. Exhausted, they collapsed onto the rug, chests heaving.

“Done,” Liam declared, sinking to the floor once more.

“Remind me to suggest lighter footwear next time,” Noah joked between gasps.

They allowed themselves a brief rest before making their way back to the living room. Hailey had returned, now seated comfortably on the sofa with her script. She glanced up as they approached.

“All done, Hailey,” they announced, their voices tinged with fatigue.

She looked genuinely pleased. “Thank you so much! You’re both lifesavers,” she exclaimed. “Mom can be a bit… particular about tidiness.”

Noah smiled weakly. “Happy to help.”

“Yeah,” Liam agreed, though his arms felt like lead.

Hailey noticed their weary expressions. “Were they heavy?” she asked, a note of concern in her voice.

“A bit,” Noah admitted, not wanting to complain.

“I’m sorry,” she said sincerely. “I didn’t realize it would be that hard for you.”

“It’s okay,” Liam assured her. “We managed.”

She gave them an appreciative smile. “Still, I shouldn’t have asked you to do that. I can be a bit scatterbrained when I’m focused on my lines.”

After catching their breath, they mustered the strength to return to Hailey. She was engrossed in her script, her eyes darting across the pages as she mouthed lines silently.

“All done, Hailey,” they announced, approaching the coffee table near the sofa.

She looked up, a bright smile spreading across her face. “Thank you so much! You’re both such a help,” she praised. “I need to get this memorized by Tuesday.”

“What are you working on?” Liam asked curiously, still catching his breath.

Hailey’s eyes lit up with enthusiasm. “This is a script I have to memorize. We’re back to shooting next week, so we’re flying out on Monday.”

“Script? For what? Where are we flying to? We just got here,” Noah said, a hint of confusion in his voice.

A playful grin spread across Hailey’s face. “Wait, do you guys not know?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye. “That makes everything so much sweeter—that you don’t know who I am and still treat me so kindly.”

“Know who you are?” Liam echoed, exchanging a puzzled glance with Noah.

She laughed softly. “I guess being in the facility for so long, you might not be up to date with current shows. I’m an actress,” she revealed. “I star in a television show called ‘HeartBreak High.’ It’s a teen drama that’s pretty popular right now.”

Both brothers stared at her in astonishment.

“Really?” Liam asked, his eyes wide.

“That’s incredible,” Noah added. “We had no idea.”

She shrugged modestly. “Filming keeps me pretty busy. I really wanted to be home when you guys arrived, though. I thought it would be nice to spend some time together before I go back to set.”

“So when you say we’re flying out on Monday…” Noah began.

“Don’t worry,” Hailey assured them quickly. “You’ll both be with me the whole time. You’ll travel in my carry-on, and on set, you’ll stay in my personal trailer during the day. Then we’ll head back to the hotel at night.”

“That sounds… exciting,” Liam said, processing the information.

“You’ll also get to meet my personal assistant, Annie,” Hailey continued. “She’s the greatest. She actually found your profiles and showed them to me, thinking you’d be a good fit.”

“Wow,” Noah said, shaking his head in disbelief. “This is a lot to take in.”

Hailey smiled warmly. “I hope it’s not too overwhelming. I just wanted you to know what’s coming up.”

“We appreciate you telling us,” Liam replied earnestly. “It’s just unexpected.”

“Well, now you know my secret identity,” she joked. “But seriously, I’m glad you didn’t treat me differently because of it.”

“Why would we?” Noah asked.

“Sometimes people act weird around me when they find out,” she admitted. “But you guys have been genuine from the start.”

“That’s because you’re genuine with us,” Liam pointed out.

She seemed touched by the comment. “Thanks, that means a lot.”

An idea sparked in her eyes. “Hey, would you like to help me run some lines? It might be fun, and it would really help me out.”

The brothers exchanged a glance before nodding eagerly. “Sure,” Noah agreed.

“We’d be happy to,” Liam added.

Hailey beamed. “Awesome!” She divided her script, handing them pages with highlighted lines. “You can read for characters in the scenes I’m working on.”

They settled themselves comfortably on the coffee table as Hailey sat cross-legged on the floor to be at eye level with them. As they delved into the script, the brothers found themselves immersed in the world of “HeartBreak High,” a tapestry of teenage drama, complex relationships, and emotional turmoil.

Hailey’s talent was evident; she effortlessly slipped into character, her expressions and tone shifting to match the scene’s mood. Noah and Liam did their best to keep up, and as they grew more comfortable, their performances became more confident.

“You’re both naturals,” Hailey praised after finishing a particularly intense scene. “Have you ever acted before?”

“Only in school plays,” Liam admitted, a bit sheepishly.

“Well, you’re doing great,” she encouraged. “Maybe we can find a way to get you involved on set.”

“Really?” Noah asked, intrigued by the possibility.

“Sure! Little extras are always needed, and with your unique perspective, you could bring something special to the production.”

They continued rehearsing, the afternoon slipping away unnoticed. Laughter and animated discussions filled the room, the earlier fatigue forgotten.

Hailey turned back to them. “I should probably get ready for that call,” she said, a hint of reluctance in her voice.

“Do you need any help preparing?” Liam offered.

She considered the suggestion. “Actually, could you help me organize my notes? It’s mostly sorting pages.”

“Sure,” they agreed.

Hailey laid out several sheets of paper on the coffee table, carefully arranging them within the brothers’ reach. They set to work, their small hands adept at handling the delicate pages. Together, they organized scene summaries, character arcs, and director’s notes.

“You’re really organized,” Noah observed.

“I try to be,” Hailey replied with a modest shrug. “It helps keep me on track.”

Once they finished, she thanked them sincerely. “You two are incredible. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“We’re glad to help,” Liam said genuinely.

She glanced at the time. “I need to make that call. Feel free to relax or explore. Mi casa es su casa.”

They watched as she headed toward her home office, a mixture of admiration and empathy in their expressions.

“She’s juggling so much,” Noah remarked.

“Yeah, it’s impressive,” Liam agreed. “Makes our earlier struggle with the sandals seem trivial.”

Noah chuckled. “Those sandals were no joke, though.”

They decided to take her advice and explore the house further. Wandering through the hallways, they marveled at the art adorning the walls and the tasteful decor. The Bishop household was both elegant and welcoming—a reflection of the family themselves.

Eventually, they found their way to the backyard, a sprawling garden greenhouse filled with vibrant flowers and a gentle fountain. The setting sun cast a warm glow over the landscape, the air fragrant with the scent of jasmine.

“This place is amazing,” Liam said, taking a deep breath.

“Feels like a sanctuary,” Noah agreed.

They sat on a small bench designed for Littles, likely another thoughtful addition from the Bishops. The tranquility of the moment allowed them to reflect on their new lives.

“Do you think we’ll ever get used to this?” Liam wondered aloud.

“I hope so,” Noah replied. “It’s a good kind of different.”

As the sky began to darken, they headed back inside. The aroma of dinner wafted through the house, leading them to the dining room where Mrs. Bishop was setting the table.

“Perfect timing,” she said with a smile. “Would you like to join us for dinner?”

“Yes, please,” they replied.

Hailey returned shortly after, looking relieved. “The call went well,” she announced. “They loved our ideas for the scene.”

“That’s wonderful,” Mrs. Bishop praised, giving her daughter a proud look.

Dinner was a lively affair, filled with engaging conversation. Hailey shared stories from the set, while Noah and Liam recounted humorous anecdotes from their earlier adventures.

As the evening wound down, Mrs. Bishop stood and began clearing the dishes. “I’ll take care of this,” she insisted when Hailey offered to help. “You deserve a break.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Hailey said gratefully.

She turned to the brothers. “Do you want to watch a movie before bed?”

They exchanged a tired but contented glance. “Actually, I think we’re ready to turn in,” Noah admitted.

“Long day,” Liam added with a yawn.

Hailey nodded understandingly. “Alright. Sleep well, and thanks again for all your help today.”

“Goodnight,” they said in unison.

As they made their way to their room, they couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of belonging. The challenges of the day, from the physical strain of moving sandals to the emotional nuances of running lines, had only strengthened their bond with Hailey.

Settling into their beds, the brothers reflected on how far they’d come.

“Today was something else,” Liam mused, his eyes heavy with sleep.

“It was,” Noah agreed softly. “I think we’re starting to find our place here.”

“Yeah,” Liam whispered. “Feels like home.”

“Goodnight, Liam.”

“Goodnight, Noah.”

As they drifted into slumber, the warmth of acceptance and the promise of new beginnings enveloped them—a gentle reminder that sometimes, the heaviest burdens lead to the most rewarding journeys.

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This was meant to post on friday but it didn’t quite make it. Anyway, this is just a one shot story in the Smallara universe. The characters could appear in other stories. But this one was created to be one and done as an experiment. 

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