Toris watched his precious daugter stumble forward in excitment. Ona was taking her first steps!
"Ivan" the young man called, feeling his heart beat quickly
"Da?" his husand called from the kitchen.
"Ona's walking" he said, "can you get the camra?" Ona gurgled happily when she heard her father say her name. She wobbled, putting one foot infront of the other.
"Ivan hurry!" Toris said again, louder. He smiled softly as he heard Ivans heavy steps quicken in the hall. The russian man came to the living room, camera in hand already recording. Ona grinned and held her hands out to her papa. Ivan smiled softly and bent down on one knee.
"Come to papa, da Ona?" the big man said 's heart warmed at his lovers adoring face. Ona stood, wobbling a bit with her feet in a akward postion, looking back and forth between her made a happy noise and began to stumble toward Ivan. The man's face lit up with pure happiness, and he glanced gleefully at Toris. The brunet couldn't help but laugh at his giddy man. Ona finally reached him, and Toris crawled over to take the camera out of Ivan's hand. Ivan's smile grew larger, if that was even possible, and lifted his daughter high into the air. The small girl giggled and burbled happily. Toris recorded the whole thing grinning.
Ona discovered that this newfound power came in handy. In the morning, her father would lift her out of her crib and her day of work would start. The moment the man put her down, Ona would stumble over to the basket that held her presious toys. Then she'd lift one or two stuffed animals out of the crate and carry the soft thing to a corner of some room. Then shed go back and repeat the prosses. Though this game kept the enrgetic young girl occupied for the whle day, Toris soon grew to hate it. Every night he and Ivan would have to search evey nok and crannie to make ssure all the toys were put away. They would even get into bed nly to find a teddy bear under the covers. Ivan n the other hand, found it vey amusing. Ona would every now and then come up to him and allow him to hold on of her toys for a while. And so Ona learned to walk.