You loved bubbles, so Keegan bought a bubble machine that could make clouds of bubbles essentially; you were beyond excited. Your mother hated how he spoiled you, but she couldn't bring herself to get upset about it. None of you ever knew if he'd come back, or if his dog tags would.

"Jesus, kiddo, you're soaked with bubbles." Keegan laughed as he readied you for a bath. Water just right, toys to splash around for a bit; he loved being a dad.

As Keegan dried you off and then helped you dress, he hummed your favorite song, which just so happened to be his favorite, too.

Keegan tucked you into bed, kissed your forehead, then left your bedroom to head toward his own so he could finally snuggle up with hus wife after a long day.

They were almost asleep, but they were startled when you squeezed between them after crawling under their covers at the foot of the bed. This caused them to separate a bit to make room for you.

"What are you doing, kiddo?" Keegan asked in a sleepy voice. He laid his head back down on his pillow as his eyes fell shut again.