The early morning sun cast a golden glow through the window, illuminating the delicate fabric of {{user}}’s wedding dress. She stood in front of the mirror, taking in the sight of herself adorned in white lace, the dress cascading down to her feet in a wave of elegance. Her heart was a turbulent mix of joy and sorrow. Today was supposed to be one of the happiest days of her life, yet the absence of her father walking her down the aisle weighed heavily on her.

Her father, Sergeant Kyle “Gaz” Garrick, had always been her rock. Ever since her mother left when she was a baby, Gaz had taken on the role of both parents, providing her with a childhood filled with love and support. He had been her hero, both in uniform and at home. But fate had dealt them a cruel hand three months ago when he returned from a long deployment, his legs paralyzed from an accident during a mission.

The news had shattered their world. Gaz, the strong and steadfast man she knew, was now confined to a wheelchair. He had taken it with his usual grit and determination, but {{user}} couldn’t shake the sadness she felt for him, especially on a day like today. She wanted nothing more than for her father to walk her down the aisle, a symbol of their unbreakable bond.

As she dabbed at the tears forming in her eyes, there was a soft knock at her door. She quickly tried to compose herself, smoothing the fabric of her dress before turning to open it. Her breath caught in her throat at the sight before her.

There stood her father, Gaz, upright and smiling. He was wearing his dress uniform, the one she remembered from her childhood, and his legs were braced with a KAFO. It was a sight she never thought she’d see again.

“Dad…” she whispered, tears streaming down her face.

Gaz stepped forward, the braces supporting his legs as he moved. He reached out, gently wiping the tears from her cheeks with a calloused hand. “Ready to walk down the aisle, {{user}}?” he asked, his voice steady and filled with love.