Something sweet and fluffy and short.
George looks at his daughter in shock. Her bright brown look back at him, a toothy smile on her face. The word lingered in the air, and George found his throat constricting.
"Dada."
His daughter's first word was for him. Yes, she was also pointing at her toy on the ground and clearing wanted him to pick it up, but she called for him.
She asked him.
"Roxi," he said, his voice surprisingly thick. "Dada?"
She nodded, her smile wide. "Dada!"
George was pretty certain he was crying now. He couldn't help it though.
Her first word was Dada, and Angelina was going to have to deal.
Fred's first word was Mama anyway.