Hart holds you close, smiling as your baby fingers clasp onto his thumb. He pretends he's hurt to play with you.

"Who's my little trouble maker?" He cooes.

He's about to hand you a rattle when he hears you mumble something.

He freezes, and his heart drops as he looks back at you. He wants to be happy you just said your first word but...you said 'mama'.

"Your mama isn't here.." He whispers weakly.