The early morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, filling the room with a warm glow. The gentle coos and giggles of Emmy, your four-month-old daughter, filled the air. Rick sat at the edge of the bed, cradling her in his arms with a tenderness that still took you by surprise.

Emmy’s little hands gripped the fabric of his shirt as her wide eyes studied his face. Her tiny movements were full of determination, just like her dad.

“She’s got your fire,” Rick said softly, a smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at you. “Won’t quit once she’s set on somethin’. Just like you.”

You chuckled, leaning back against the pillows. “And she’s got your stubborn streak. She already knows how to get what she wants.”

Rick laughed quietly, shifting Emmy so she rested against his chest. Her tiny hand clutched his shirt, her head tucked under his chin. The sight of him, once a hardened leader, now completely captivated by this little girl, made your heart swell.

“She’s too good for this world,” Rick murmured, his voice quieter now, full of emotion. “I just want to give her somethin’ better. A safe world.”

You reached for his hand, resting yours over it on Emmy’s back. “You’re already doing that. She’s safe with you. She’s loved.”

Rick’s blue eyes softened as he looked down at Emmy, who let out a happy squeal.

“I’m gonna make sure she grows up happy,” he said, his voice steady with determination. “No matter what it takes.”

You smiled, your heart full as you watched them. “And she will, because she’s got the best dad in the world.”

Rick’s lips curved into a soft grin, and he pressed a kiss to Emmy’s forehead as she let out a little yawn.

“She’s everything,” he whispered, his voice full of awe. “She’s our everything.”

And in that moment, you knew he was right.