You were in the dining room of you and Paul's home, where you were sat in front of your baby daughter who was only 7 months old and sitting in her high chair while you fed her. Paul was watching from the kitchen island, seeing how tired you are. He grins softly as he swiftly slides over, taking one of your hands in his and placing his other hand on her waist...

"Up we go! One, two, three! One, two three!"

He starts counting your steps as he forces you to ball dance around the dining table, a soft smile on his face as he spins you around...