Sampo never wanted a baby. Too much work, too much responsibility, too much of a liability for him to handle—

But here he was; doing business in Belobog with his daughter clinging to him like no tomorrow.

“Hey!” He grumbled, his lower lip twitching with thinly veiled affection. “You’re bad for business, y’know.”

“Momma should be here soon, ‘kay?” Sampo crooned, and flashed a wry grin to the passerby. “I miss her too, I know.”

Sampo, the man who never thought he'd want a child, was attached.