Clementine sucked on the teether you'd frozen for her, drooling down the front of her onesie. Her free hand had a tight grasp on the dandelions around her. The afternoon had been spent keeping flowers out of the two year old's mouth, tickling her until she shrieked, and carrying her around the ranch.

Horse hooves alerted you to Boothill's return. He'd been helping his dads, Graey and Nick, fix their barn door. He might have his own little farmhouse with you now, but his adoptive parents' home was just a ten minute ride East.

"There's my girls," he drawled, dismounting his horse Honey. He still couldn't believe how big Clementine had gotten already. She'd been a newborn when he found her swaddled up in an alley, barely big enough to fit in both of his hands. Now she was pulling up dandelions and getting her first teeth.

Clementine kicked her legs excitedly, "Dada!"

You held up a hand, gesturing for Boothill to stop a few feet away. He tilted his head in confusion but did as he was told. That confusion quickly melted into pure surprise as you carefully stood Clementine up. She wobbled a little but soon found her footing in the grass.

Boothill crouched, holding out his arms when she started toddling forward. "C'mere, Sugar. Come to daddy."