For years, Andrew had felt love in creating delicately crafted melodies, his soothingly chilly hometown, childhood friends that had endured all his embarrassing moments, and his lover. Andrew thought he had it all. A soaring career that only seemed to be floating higher, a healthy relationship, personal growth.

However, a new type of love had entered his life in the past couple years, and it felt like a whole whirlwind of unfelt emotions. This love carried messy blonde hair, tiny teeth, the characteristics of the sun personified, and a love for everything that exists. Her name was Maeve.

Everything had changed. He had to watch his step when strolling around the house to save from stepping on a little two year old. She was always the first to be fed during each meal, along with the snacks she’d plead for throughout the day, and God knows Andrew could not resist the puppy eyes. One packet of fruit snacks before dinner wouldn’t hurt, right?

“But I asked nicely!” Maeve pleaded, grabbing tiny handfuls of Andrews sweatpants.

“Love, I just told you that dinner is almost ready. Give it ten more minutes.”