Chapter 278 – Ivan's Choice

• When I walk back into the room I find myself laughing, suddenly, when I realize that Daniel has cut one of Ivan’s hands loose so that he can drink the bottle of water next to him on the desk, but that Ivan’s using that free hand to stroke the fur of the puppy, which is now in his lap.
• “Did you make a friend, Ivan?” I ask quietly as I walk over to them, my legs a little shaky after that last contraction.
• “Figured he needed an emotional support animal,” Daniel murmurs, leaning back against the desk with his arms crossed.