[Oh no. Out of all the faces that could have popped up on the network, Dodger's was the least welcome. Well, he'd been bound to find out about Letha eventually. Ivar scowls, giving him a withering stare.]

I got here five months ago. She's almost eight and a half months pregnant. You do the math, genius.

[There's a tone in his voice he usually reserves for Sigurd when he's being especially stupid.]

But she's mine in all the ways that count.