Baby Steps
"C'mon, Anna," I hear him coo our daughter, Annaliese Marie, as she waddles towards him, doing her best to walk. I flash another picture as she waddles. She starts to wobble and my husband grabs her.
"Hon', give it a rest. I'm sure if you stop grabbing her, she'll walk," I assure my husband.
"But, Babe, she's so little," he argues. He looks at me and I give him the look. "Okay."
He puts our daughter down and walks away from her. He then gets on his knees and stretches his arms out.
"C'mere, Anna. Anna, come to Daddy!" he calls softly. She slowly starts up again and then gets quicker when she reaches my husband.
"You knew this the whole time, didn't you?" he asks, lifting Anna in his arms and standing up.
"No. Kinda. Sorta. Yeah, I did," I admit.
"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks.
"Because... I want you to find out for yourself and... I didn't want to tell you that you missed the first time she walked," I answer. He shrugs.
"I don't care if I missed it. I only care that she walks, Babe," he assures. I smile softly. He kisses our daughter on the cheek. "Hey, now we need another little one to teach all the things we taught you, right, Anna?" She smiles, giggling. "I thought so." I gasp as he pulls me into his other arm. "I love you, Elizabeth Tate."
"And I love you, Schuylar Tate," I say. "And I love you, Annaliese Tate. Yes I do. Yes I do."
"I love you too, Annaliese," he joins me in cooing our daughter.
As we laugh she mutters something, "M..."
"What was that?" I ask Sky.
"Ma... Mama!" Anna squeals. I look at Sky.
"We defiantly need another," I tell him.