Johnny was sat with you in the living room, watching you babbled in his lap excitedly about the toys spread across the carpet. He really should pick them up, but he simply didn’t have the heart to upset you. (Even if he had almost tripped one too many times.)

Simon was visiting too, perched up on the couch watching the two of you with amusement. Your dad carefully backed up a bit, trying not to laugh seeing you turn to look at him. He softly nudged a toy towards you with a little flick of his hand.

“You sure this’ll work, Johnny?”

“Confident it will. It’s how mum got me n’my sisters tae walk anyway.”

They both watched, outright freezing seeing you shakily stand up. Johnny almost cried as you slowly wobbled over to him, wrapping his arms around you once you got close enough.

“Weel dain wee yin! I’m so proud of ye.” He smiled, adjusting his hold on you as you giggled in childish delight.