The locker room hummed with low chatter and the clatter of gear hitting wooden benches, your fiancé, Asher, set the diaper bag down carefully and glanced at the tiny figure toddling beside him.

“Alright.” He murmured as he slipped out of his jacket. “You stay right here, okay?”

Your baby girl, Elirosa, answered by immediately wandering off, captivated by the echo of her own footsteps on the tiled floor.

“Hey—” He laughed softly, tugging his shirt over his head while keeping one eye on her. “That’s not what right here means.”

She babbled happily, stopping to poke at a nearby locker door. “Da! Ba-ba!”

Asher pulled on his practice shirt and crouched down to her level. “Nope. We don’t open those. Those belong to big, sweaty men and trust me, you don’t want to go in there.”

She clapped, completely ignoring him.