Peter held his arms out and was rewarded by Rasputina doing the same. Peter smiled, because his kids could always manage to make him smile no matter what. "There's my girl!"

"Daddeeee," Rasputina wiggled a little in Peter's arms, but he held her against him with his free arm.

"Oh, I missed you. My little princess. My little two-year-old princess. Stop growing now, you hear me! Daddy says no more growing." Then he looked back up at Svetlana. "I didn't get her a present," he said, his voice lamenting as Rasputina grabbed hold of his wild hair.