A/N: Quick thing I wrote yesterday, because I'm still trying to finish these 30 Days prompts…
Rated: K
Day 27 - Transformation
She used to fit in his arms. Just a tiny little thing, all wrapped up in plush blankets and rocked against his chest. Her baby pink digits could barely wrap all the way around his pointer finger.
She used to sit in his lap and listen to him hum their favorite song. Eyelashes blinked fast to fight off sleep, but she'd fall anyway.
She used to stand on his toes, his gaze fixed on green eyes that match his own as they danced around the living room.
There used to always be music in their home, her laughter so much like her mother's.
Over the years there's only one thing that hasn't changed: she still fits in his arms.