Nefretiri
"So much for a peaceful day," I sighed, sitting in the living room with Pen-Pen in my lap. Iggy was sitting in Penelope's swing, watching me curiously. Dylan was on the other side of the couch, giving himself a bath. "Thank you for trying."
"Who says it isn't?" Ivan called from the kitchen, where he was making us some tea, making me smile at how smug he sounded. "It's not midnight yet. I've got time to get it right."
"Not that I don't appreciate it, baby," Sighing, I pick Penelope up, intent on taking her to her bedroom. She was strangely active, even though it was after eleven. "I think we'll just have to call this year a loss."
"Yeah, that's not happening," Ivan declared, and suddenly the lights went out. "I'm sorry, my love, but no matter what happens, I can't let that slide."
"What are you up to?" I wanted to get up, but the sound of the back door opening and closing caught me off guard. Why did he turn the lights off?
