Rhett POV
We tuck Mimi into bed, her tiny form curled up beneath the thick blankets. She barely stirs, completely knocked out. A full day of running around with the other children had exhausted her, and for that, I am eternally grateful.
With careful steps, I close the door behind us, nodding to Mona as we quietly make our way down the corridor.
And that's when it happens.
"Harder!"
The words echo from behind a closed door.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope.
I speed walk so fast down the hallway, dragging Mona with me as if the ghosts of my ancestors are chasing me.
She lets out a surprised squeak, nearly tripping over her own feet, but I don't stop. I refuse to stop. We need to leave immediately.
By the time we reach the upper deck, my pulse is still racing, not from exertion but from pure, unfiltered secondhand embarrassment.
