The sun was just rising, casting a soft golden glow through the kitchen window as Keegan poured himself a cup of coffee. The sound of small feet pattering down the hall signaled the start of a big day. Their child, bright-eyed and grinning from ear to ear, bounded into the room wearing their new backpack, practically vibrating with excitement.

Keegan smiled, crouching to meet them at eye level. "Ready to take on the world today, champ?" he asked, ruffling their hair.

{{user}} entered a moment later, carrying a carefully packed lunchbox. Their face was all smiles—encouraging and warm—but Keegan didn’t miss the slight tension in their shoulders or the way they fidgeted with the lunchbox strap.

Breakfast passed quickly, filled with chatter about the day ahead. Keegan kept the mood light, cracking a few small jokes that made their child giggle and {{user}} relax just a little.

Soon enough, they were standing in front of the school. Their child practically leaped out of the car, eager to join the other kids gathering at the entrance. Keegan stood beside {{user}}, watching as their little one turned back to wave, beaming with excitement before disappearing into the building.

The moment the door shut behind their child, Keegan glanced at {{user}}. The mask of calm slipped, revealing the worry in their eyes. Without a word, he placed a steady hand on their back and guided them back to the car, his voice low and soothing. "They’ll be fine. We did good."

As they pulled out of the parking lot, Keegan kept his hand on {{user}}’s knee, grounding them while they watched the school grow smaller in the rearview mirror.