Justin's p.o.v
I stood on the stairs next to Leya holding in my laughter. Her hand was on mine as she tried to warn me over laughing loudly.
I looked at my dads' who were looking at us furiously. The whole day they were in a bad mood, I guess it hurt their pride and ego knowing that for the first time they lost a fight and to none other than their own son.
"I know that damn smirk very well, don't you dare think that that brat had beat us," Dad said as I burst out in laughter.
"Don't mind me laughing. I know that you let him win on purpose right babe?" I asked.
Leya faced me in surprise, ever since that night we didn't talk much. And it was the first time that I had called her such a sweet name.
"Right babe?" I asked again with a smile.
"Umm... If I take your side, will the twins hat
