You were an itty bitty baby that belonged to Keegan. He was home from deployment and didn't seem to put you down the moment he got home, not like you minded.

Keegan would pretend to eat your tiny hand and grin ear to ear as you giggled loudly. He had no intentions of putting you down.

Keegan had to go groccery shopping and your mom was at work. So he put you in that basket that was at the front of the cart and rested his muscular arms on the bar. Right up in your face.

For some reason, you began crying. "Cmon, baby, what's wrong?" He sighs and kisses the tip of your nose.