The afternoon sun poured through the window, casting a warm golden light across the living room floor. The room was quiet, save for the soft sound of Sophie’s tiny feet pattering against the floor. You and Keegan sat together, both on the edge of the moment. A few scattered toys lay forgotten around Sophie as she stood, wobbly but determined, her wide eyes fixed on her father.

Keegan hadn’t been home long. Just a few days ago, he’d stepped off the transport plane with that familiar, rugged look on his face. You’d seen him try to hide the weight of those weeks away, but today... today, there was nothing but love and awe in his eyes.

"Come on, sweetheart," you whispered, your hands hovering just inches behind Sophie, ready to catch her if she needed you. But you didn’t want to take away this moment—the one she was making for her dad.

Keegan, sitting cross-legged across from you, leaned forward just slightly, his arms open and inviting, a grin pulling at the corners of his mouth. “You can do it, Soph. Come here, baby girl.” His voice was gentle, almost a whisper, filled with pride that made your heart swell.

Sophie took another shaky step, her little fists clenching in concentration, her eyes flicking between you and Keegan. Then another step, her feet stumbling but steadying as she found her balance. Her giggle bubbled up as she wobbled forward, one more step... then two.

“She’s doing it,” you breathed, eyes meeting Keegan’s briefly. His gaze was soft, shining with emotion as his daughter closed the gap between them.

And then, just as Sophie was a few inches from Keegan’s outstretched hands, she lost her balance. Your breath caught in your throat, but before you could move, Keegan was already there, sweeping her up into his arms with an ease that made you smile.

“You did it, Soph! Look at you!” Keegan’s voice was full of laughter as he hugged her close, his lips pressing into the soft curls of her hair. Sophie giggled, her chubby hands reaching up to grab at his face.