Traveling with Theodore required considerably more luggage than either Arion or Dean had expected.
Not because their son needed anything particularly unusual, but because every member of the household seemed convinced that a few days in Saha required contingencies for every possible change in weather, appetite, sleep schedule, clothing disaster, medical inconvenience, and infant preference.
By the time the convoy left the Crown Prince Palace, Hunter had inspected three security vehicles, Matthias had personally checked Theodore's travel bag twice, and Dean had discovered an entire additional case of toys he had never packed.
He looked at Arion.
"Did you approve this?"
"No."
Matthias closed the trunk.
"The little prince may become bored."
"He is eight months old," Dean said. "He becomes entertained by spoons."
"That does not mean he should travel without alternatives."
Arion wisely continued toward the waiting car.
