he steps closer as his hand is grabbed, smile lighting up his features as she guides his fingertips to the images and explains who is who. he wishes more than anything he could actually see what his daughter has drawn for him, but he’ll have to settle for feeling the raised pictures. unfortunately. ❝ this is beautiful, ana, ❞ he encourages proudly, body leaning down so he can press his lips to the young girl’s head. ❝ can i take this into work tomorrow and show gee? ❞ he asks gently. lord knows the man would want to see for himself. besides, he enjoys putting up ana’s artwork in his office. it keeps him motivated.
a chubby hand presses to her own cheek , baby girl all but beaming in delight at the praise . she likes to make things , and caroline had been a blessing in coming up with crafts that matt could appreciate to a certain extent , from salt dough sculptures to macaroni art to recording the songs that ana would make up for him to listen to later . ❝ ya ! gee ! ❞ she bounces excitedly at the suggestion , though upon the squishy couch cushions , promptly falls onto her grey polka dot legging clad behind . even so , such a tumble elicits a burst of giggles . ❝ oops ! ❞ she’s reaching for him , tiny fists opening and closing . ❝ up ? ❞