Ivan
"Oh god! Where're the drops?" Nefra gasps, searching for the diaper bag. "I can't find them!"
"I have them, Luna," Bailey grins at her, holding up the package of diapers. "And the diaper rash cream."
"Oh, okay," Nefra sighs, looking a little embarrassed. "Did we pack enough diapers?"
"My suitcase is full of them," my father complains, setting the luggage down in front of the car.
"What about changes of clothes? She has a habit of exploding."
"We have eleven changes of clothes. Courtesy of my daughter Taylor," He scoffs, unphased by my mate's maternal panic.
"Trust me, you'll want them," Steven comes down with more bags. "She's small, but she leaves devastation."
"Hey, don't badmouth my princess," I smirked at him, aware Penelope could ruin clothes without trying. "Just because you had a rough time of it."
