Training hadn't been high on Kennedy's priority list for the weekend, but it had, apparently, just been bumped up a few notches. She trained with her kid? Really?

That was pretty cool, even if the 'Mommy' thing was still a complete head trip.

"Yes," she said quickly, ruffling Miraya's hair. "We'll hit the gym after breakfast, totally. And no broken glasses this time."

They had a little fighter and a little bookworm. Why was she somehow not surprised?