Your father and I have you. Ares clenched his jaw and watched Melpomene, feeling a mixture of relief and a tiny bit of pride, and a whole heaping lot of tired. By the time he would be back to New York, he would have driven around 3,500 miles in two weeks, fueled mostly by cheap coffee and burning vengeance.
He let her take the boy without complaint. Sparta sat next to him, and Nikkos sat too, although closer to Melpomene, his eyes fixed on her.
"That dog has done nothing but stare at the baby since we got back on the road," he grumbled, snapping his fingers so the pup would pay more attention to him.