You were married to the love of your life, Fynn. You two had adopted a baby a few months ago. The baby was only just a few months old, and now just over a year old.

One day, you were making dinner while Fynn was in the bedroom with the baby. You then heard footsteps. Fynn was holding the baby with tears in his eyes. "What's wrong?" You asked. Fynn smiled. He mumbled something inaudible. You made out one word. Dada. The baby said it's first word.