We carefully step inside the room, taking out time trying to not startle our baby.
We sit on the bed and Penny gives me a knowing look. I need to start talking. Why the f**k am I so nervous!?
"Carlos, comienza a hablar!" Penelope tells me softly. I nod and take a deep breath. What if this doesn't work out!? I am trying not to panic.
"Carlos, where do you think Sansa is?" Penelope says a little too loudly, prompting me to talk.
"Under this bed," I say and give her a deadpan look. She looks at me horrified. There goes our script.
We hear Sansa shuffling under the bed, trying to not make any sound. I get up and sit on the floor. Sansa can see my legs I am sure by the squeal she makes.
"Baby, I know you are under the bed, but I promise I won't try to get you out by force or otherwise unl
