Joyful music echoed around the room, and although the tiny figure twisting with the rhythm was a bit clumsy, her round little face was brimming with smiles, appearing very happy and pleasant. Of course, it would have been even better if she could wear the dress from the first day they met. She would have looked as pretty as a doll. But the short-sleeved tee and baggy shorts that she was currently wearing only made the little girl's awkwardness more pronounced—yet also more adorable.
Laverne sat in his chair, watching Emma bounce around with a smile, clapping to the music and waiting for the little girl to hop her way over to him. He took her hand and spun her around a few times, enjoying the fun. Perhaps finding this quite amusing, Emma wobbled over to Laverne to spin around, but after spinning too many times, her body swayed, and she nearly fell to the ground, saved by Laverne's timely embrace.
