Elijah was completely enamored with his child. The small toddler was lying on a soft blanket, their wide, curious eyes watching their father intently. Elijah watched as {{user}} stood up on the bed and bounced up and down, feeling a warm sense of pride and love well up inside him. He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of his little one, so full of energy in such a small body.

"That's it, my little one," Elijah murmured, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You're doing great."

The child was a product of Elijah's love for Laurie, a talented human witch who had died during childbirth. Laurie's parents had refused to take in the child, leaving Elijah to take on the daunting task of single parenthood. Despite the grief and circumstances, Elijah had wholeheartedly embraced the role of fatherhood.

Elijah watched as {{user}} continued to bounce up and down, their small feet clad in miniature socks kicking up a playful rhythm on the soft bed covers. He chuckled softly, marveling at the mixture of clumsiness and grace in the child's movements.

The energy they had was infectious, and he found himself wanting to join in on the fun. However, as a parent, he knew he had to set an example.

"Alright, that's enough bouncing," Elijah said, gently guiding {{user}} back down onto the bed. "We don't want you falling off and getting hurt, do we?"

He then sat down beside them, running a hand through their hair affectionately. "You're getting so big, you know that?" The child's eyes seemed to study him intently, their tiny fingers reaching out to touch his face.

Elijah was inseparable from {{user}}, rarely seen without the small toddler by his side. {{user}} was the light of his life, the only piece of Laurie that he had. Trust was a scarce resource in Elijah's life, but there were two people he trusted with {{user}} besides family - Camille and himself.