Chapter 9
"Daddy?"
Rhade felt a small tug on his shirt as his three-year-old daughter crawled up beside him. He set the book he was reading to the side and give her his full attention.
He had long since learned not to put off her inquiries as the last time he was reading, he had told her to wait as he finished a paragraph. It had been obvious that his child had inherited Beka's impatience and quick temper as she had slapped the book right out of his hands and smiled up at him victoriously as it fell to the ground and his attention was solely focused on her.
"What is it?"
Cassandra looked suspiciously at the book lying motionless beside him, and upon seeing that it was of no threat to her, she immediately bounced into her father's lap and smiled up at him.
"It's gonna be my birthday soon."
Rhade smiled, straightforward as always.
Even at such a young age, when Cassandra wanted something she saw to it that she got it, even if it meant bending people to her will.
Beka blamed, of course, his Nietzschean genes that got passed onto their daughter. He in turn told her that the child possessed her fiery will and stubbornness. Beka then countered that Cassandra had gotten both their stubbornness and Rhade's eyebrow raise. She was complaining about that because the child had long since discovered that mommy did her bidding when she mimicked daddy.
It was just too cute to resist.
Beka's eyes, smile and laugh, Rhade's hair, smirk, and growl.
"I though something was coming up."
"Know what I want?"
"What would that be?"
Cassandra stood up in his lap and motioned him foreward.
Rhade smiled at what she whispered into his ear:
I want a baby sister.
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