"Okay sweet cheeks, Daddy's here." Calum walked into Lucy's room, lifting her out of her crib and patting her back to ease her crying. Naptime was never easy for her. She never wanted to be put down but once she slept she was fine. Until she woke up. And you knew when she woke up. She made sure of it. He brought her into the kitchen as you were stirring the noodles for lunch. "Did Daddy make it better sweetheart?" You rubbed her back and returned to stirring. He kissed her head softly and rocked a little side to side, setting her on the floor and letting her play with the little toys near the couch. Calum sat at the table scrolling through his laptop, shouting out different breaks he had to come visit during tour next summer. "What about the fourteenth of July?" You nodded. "You could come celebrate Luke's birthday with us!" You smiled and grabbed the basil out of the cabinet. Thump. You looked at Calum and he shrugged, standing up and looking into the living room to see Lucy standing herself up by the couch and almost lifting her foot before falling right back to the floor with a thump. "Babe come here, I think she wants to walk," Calum grabbed the camera handing it to you as he went to go grab Lucy's little hands. "Okay come on Luce, walk to Mama." She had his fingers grasped tightly in his fist and you were sitting criss crossed on the ground a few feet in front of her. She lifted her foot, slowly falling back, but Calum steadied her. "C'mon baby girl. Come here." You clapped and opened your hands, motioning her ot you, Shepicked up her other foot, setting it down a little bit in front of where it started and you felt immense pride. It wasn't a big step, but it was her first one. She did the same with the next foot and slowly started taking bigger ones, using Cal as leverage. She fell into your lap and you picked her up, hugging her inot your chest as she giggled. You stood up and rocked her a bit, bouncing up and down. "My baby girl walked." Calum wrapped an arm around you and watched as Lucy flailed her arms around, grabbing ahold of your hair. "My two princesses."
