~ CASIMIR ~
I came out of the bathing room after a long bath rubbing my hair with a towel, to find my mate standing in the middle of the chamber with her arms folded and looking sternly at my daughter, who sat on the floor in nothing but a diaper, with her chubby legs straight out. She, too, had her arms folded and her lips pursed in the perfect reflection of her mother.
The two glared at each other and half my heart went cold, while the other half wanted to splutter with laughter.
"Abigail, I have told you-"
"No!"
Our daughter could only get her tongue around a few words so far, but no had been second only to Dadda. She was very adept.
"Abigail-"
"What's the problem?" I asked carefully.
They both snapped their heads to look at me, but with very different reactions.
My daughter's face lit up and she lifted her arms. "Dadda!
My mate's frown deepened and she tilted her head in the universal look for your fault.
