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."
"We can take care of her here," I frowned, not wanting to take Penelope to the daycare yet. "What do you say, Penelope? Do you want to spend the day with Daddy and Uncle Luke? You can see how we run the pack."
