He wasn’t sure how long he was supposed to record her, or even how long Echo would want to practicing walking, but he continued to hold onto her tiny hand. Every time Echo took a small, wobbly step, he took a step back, walking her around the living room.
Eventually Echo pulled her hand out of Vanitas’ grip and fall back on her bottom, holding her hands up to him. “Daddy! Daddy up!” She didn’t want to walk around anymore.
It still hurt him that he was calling out for her mom. Although, she probably just liked the camera because Xion was always holding it. Maybe that was the reason she kept calling out for Xion? He hoped that it was.
Vanitas reached out to her, wrapping his hand around hers and helping her stand up again.
Echo couldn’t take her eyes off the camera as she stood again, this time being led mostly by her father. It was fun, being able to walk without help. She quite liked it.
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"Oh… um.. it’s just…." Just then a sharp cry echoed through the tiny apartment. Xion jumped to her feet, smiling sheepishly. "I kinda had a baby." With that she rushed off to the nursery and lifted the newborn out of her crib, calming her with a hushed voice.
She was walking. Echo was actually walking! Okay, it was just a few steps, but still. That was good for her. He held onto her hand, backing up every time she took at step towards him. After a few steps, she let go of his hand again. Vanitas thought that she was going to walk more, but she fell down, giggling. “Aw. Did you fall down?” he asked her, chuckling at her.
"No!" she said, clapping her hands and reaching up to him. "Mama!"
He smiled back at Echo, feeling his heart skip a beat when she called out for Xion. He began to worry about her again, but when he saw that she was fine and wasn’t going to cry and instead reached out for the camera that he was holding, he encouraged her. “C’mon, Squishy,” he said, kneeling down in front of her.
Echo continued to take the steps, wobbling a little bit, until she was grabbing onto Vanitas’ hands to help hold her. “Daddy!” she said, eyes bright with excitement. She giggled and let go, only to fall back down. But this time she kept giggling, not caring.
Vanitas watched her as she pushed herself up until she was standing on her feet. She was doing pretty good, better than before. He thought that she might actually start walking and he couldn’t wait to tell Xion. And then he froze, thinking that Xion would be mad at him if he didn’t get pictures or record her doing it. He wasn’t into recording everything special that happened in Echo’s life, but Xion was. So, he backed away and rushed off to get the video camera, turning it on and recording Echo in case she did start to take a few steps.
When Vanitas rushed to get the camera, Echo fell again, frowning. But she managed to get herself to her feet just as Vanitas returned. When she saw him, she smiled. “Daddy! Mama!” She reached up toward the camera which normally her mom used, and took a few steps toward her dad, wanting to touch it. “Daddy!”
"Okay," he said, putting her down again. She was very dramatic, he thought to himself. He was back to not knowing what she wanted him to do, so he just sat down in front of her.
Well, he wasn’t do what she wanted him to, so she’d have to make the best of it. Babbling, she put her tiny hands on his knees and pushed herself to her feet again, wobbling as she stood without help. “Daddy!”
After Vanitas was done eating, his full attention was on Echo as she moved around the coffee table. He smiled a little, chuckling a little at her when she tried to move away from the table and walk on her own without the support of leaning on something. He almost thought that she was going to cry when she fell, but was relieved when she didn’t and just reached and called out to him. Vanitas got up from his chair and walked over to Echo, leaning down and picking her up in his arms. “Hey, Squishy.”
As soon as her feet left the ground, she began to squirm again. “No! No! No!” She wanted him to help her walk, not pick her up.
When Echo took off, he watched her crawl away, thinking to himself that she moved fast. He watched her from the kitchen table as he finished eating his sandwich. At first, he thought that she was going to play with her toys, but then she seemed to change her mind and used the coffee table to help herself stand. Vanitas knew that Echo was practicing walking, but he never got to actually watch her do it. He would never admit it, but he felt excited that she was able to lift herself up and possibly start walking on her own.
She moved around the coffee table, happily bouncing up and down as she walked, and then she pushed away, trying to take a few steps. But she failed, fell, and squealed with frustration. Then she turned to Vanitas, held out her arms to him and called out, “Daddy!”
Vanitas sighed again, reaching down and picking up the spoon that Echo had thrown at him. He tossed into the sink and walked back over to Echo in her highchair. Maybe he hadn’t been able to tell what she wanted earlier when she was hungry, but he knew by her struggling that she wanted out. He reached out for her and picked her up, then set her down on the floor.
Finally he was doing something right! The moment she touched the ground, Echo took off, crawling toward the living room where her bear was. Once there, she decided she didn’t want to play with the bear, and instead walk — which she was getting better at — so she crawled to the coffee table and used it to help her get to her feet, gurgling all the while.