Ivan
"Pen-Pen?" I said her name, getting her attention. She turned toward my voice, her arms waving as she squealed, almost smiling. "Can you smile for Daddy?"
"She's not even a month old, and you want her smiling?" Luke chuckled, watching me from the couch. "The great Ivan the contemptible is done in by his daughter."
"So?" I looked at him, the stupid grin on my face giving everything away. "Every warrior has a weakness. Mine happens to be a perfect little pup and her gorgeous mother."
"Mmm, buttering us up isn't going to change the fact that I have to take her downstairs," Nefra smiled, throwing the baby bag over her shoulder. "I've got an entire day of lessons with your grandmother, and I feel bad about not being able to pay enough attention to her."
