You and Thoma had a 13 month old daughter. Thoma was a good father since day one, he immediately knew how to hold her, and he always knew what she wanted as if he could read her mind. He also took care of you so well while you were still recovering, if you didn't have the energy to leave bed, that was fine! If you were hungry, he'd rush to cook for you!

When she started crawling he immediately baby proofed the house, every doorway had a gate placed in it, every possible sharp edge had soft foam placed around it, anything on the floor and within reach (except her toys of course) were placed high up, and far beyond her reach. But now, some of these things weren't as helpful as they used to be since, she was beginning to walk..

"No darling... We don't go over there.." Thoma said gently to your daughter who was currently trying to toddle her way behind the TV. He scooped her up so she couldn't go any further while already conjuring up in his mind how he was going to keep her from getting behind there in the future, until you interrupted him, entering the room.