Summary: Maria attempts to take her first steps.
"Come on, baby doll, you can do it."
Striker watched intently as his one-year-old daughter struggled to stand; the impling was using the wall to help her. After what seemed like a minute or two, she let go and wobbled a little but beamed realizing she was actually standing.
"Atta girl!" Striker held out his hands. "Are you ready?"
Maria stiffly moved one foot at a time as she made her way towards her dad. However, after a couple steps, she felt herself fall to the floor. Luckily, Striker caught her before she crashed; the impling giggled as he helped her back on her feet.
"There ya go, let's try that again." Striker backed up just a little bit to give her some room while still on his knees.
This time, Maria managed to get the first couple steps right, but suddenly started walking a little too fast and she ended up tripping again. She began to cry the minute she faceplanted on the floor and Striker scooped her up in his arms.
"Shh, it's okay, baby girl." he cooed, kissing her on the nose to ease the pain. "You're okay."
Maria's cries died down, but she still looked upset.
"Don't worry, little one." Striker tickled her belly. "You'll get it right one day."