Ivan
"Oh god! Where're the drops?" Nefera gasps, searching the diaper bag. "I can't find them!"
"I have them, Luna," Bailey grins at her. "And the diaper rash cream."
"Oh, okay," Nefera 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.
"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 smirk at him. "Just because you had a rough time of it."
"Yeah, I call what she did a little more than a rough time," He snickers. Watching Nefera digging through the diaper bag.
It was six AM, and their flight was set to leave at nine.
