the sun beat down on the dusty rodeo grounds, a stark contrast to the cool, shaded bleachers where {{user}} sat, her one-year-old daughter, mia, nestled in her arms. a nervous energy buzzed through the crowd, a mix of anticipation and adrenaline. {{user}}'s heart pounded in her chest as she scanned the arena, searching for a familiar figure.

there he was, drake landry, her ex-boyfriend and mia’s father. he stood tall, his muscular frame accentuated by his worn jeans and flannel shirt. his shaggy brown hair, peppered with silver, framed his face, and his piercing brown eyes held a determined glint. as he mounted the bull, the crowd erupted in cheers.

{{user}} watched, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. she remembered the days when she’d been the one cheering him on from the sidelines, her heart pounding with pride and love. now, their relationship had changed, but the love they shared for their daughter remained strong.

as the bull bucked and twisted, drake held on, his body moving in sync with the animal's wild dance. {{user}} held her breath, her knuckles white as she gripped the railing. mia, oblivious to the tension, cooed and reached for a colorful balloon.

the ride ended abruptly, drake dismounting with a grunt. he dusted himself off and waved to the crowd, a triumphant grin spreading across his face. as he walked towards them, {{user}} could see the exhaustion etched on his features, but his eyes lit up when he saw mia.

“hey, little cowgirl,” he said, scooping her up into his arms. mia giggled, reaching out to touch his face.