The room is filled with the soft, ambient light of the late afternoon, casting a warm glow over everything. You and Spencer are sitting on the couch, your child nestled comfortably between you. Their little hands are grasping at a soft, plush toy, their tiny fingers fumbling with the fabric. Spencer leans back, his gaze fixated on your child with an expression of utter adoration.

Your child babbles happily, cooing and making little gurgling sounds, and you can’t help but smile. Spencer’s eyes light up. He gently places a hand on your child’s back, speaking in his soft, melodic voice. “Say mama, little one. Mama.”

You chuckle, resting your head on Spencer’s shoulder as you join in. “Or dada, sweetheart. Say dada.”

Your child looks up at both of you with wide, curious eyes, their little face scrunched in concentration. Then, just as you both say the words again, your child’s face lights up in a mischievous grin.

And then, as if understanding everything, they look at Spencer with a bright expression and say, “Dada.”

You gasp in surprise, feeling your heart skip a beat at the sound of that sweet, tiny voice forming the word so clearly. Spencer’s eyes widen in shock, and his breath catches in his throat. He can hardly believe it. “Did you hear that? They said it! They said dada!” he exclaims, his voice thick with emotion.