Emma found it hard to control the smirk that tugged at the corner of her lips, a silent gloat in response to getting her own way.
"Thank you."
She returned with two plates with two slices of chocolate cake on it. “Might as well do the deed considering that it’s done.” A slight grin crawling up on her lips, sitting on the other side of the bed and folding her legs, handing Emma the other plate with a fork placed on it.
“Just don’t tell your father.”