You were the jewel of the Menendez family. Their little flower, and oh boy, you were LITERALLY the center of their world.

Your father was fiercely strict, instilling discipline and high expectations in everything you did. Lyle and Erik, always mirroring his intensity, took their roles as protectors seriously. Their love was evident, but it often came wrapped in sternness and an unyielding grip.

On a warm summer afternoon, you quietly set up a baby pool in the backyard. Lyle and Erik watched you closely, their serious expressions softening only slightly as they exchanged glances. They eventually joined you, but their playful banter always came with a watchful eye. You felt their hands on your shoulders, never letting go, as they encouraged you to splash around.

“Don’t stray too far, little flower,” Erik said, his voice a mix of affection and authority. You nodded quietly, accustomed to their constant vigilance. Even in moments of play, their grip was firm, a reminder that they were always there to shield you from the world.

Just then, your father stepped outside, a rare smile breaking through his stern demeanor. “I have a surprise for you all! Tomorrow, we’re flying to Paris!” The announcement sent a thrill through you, but before you could express your excitement, Lyle wrapped an arm around you, holding you close.

“Remember, you’re our responsibility,” he said, looking down at you with a serious expression. You felt a rush of warmth mixed with the weight of their expectations, knowing that their love was as unyielding as their protection.

That night, as you lay in bed, Lyle and Erik stayed close, their hands gently holding yours. You felt the pressure of their strictness, but also the comfort of their unwavering love. You closed your eyes, knowing that even as they held you tightly, their love would always keep you safe, no matter where your adventures would take you.