Summary: Sawyer meets his daughter
Word count: 235
Note: Written for the Lost Riffs prompt "Reunion." Sorry if it's a little angsty. Thanks to zelda_zee for looking it over!
She stands behind her mother's legs, a small, shy girl with white-blonde hair and a little bow mouth pursed as if to start crying, squinting into the sun as she stares at her father for the first time.
Cassidy nudges her daughter's shoulder and the girl peeks out, a little bolder now that Sawyer has made himself smaller, crouching down to her eye-level. She considers him solemnly for a moment, those enormous eyes weighing him in their blue depths, so spookily like his own.
Sawyer smiles at her, strangely shy himself, and, just like that, she smiles back, a mirror of his own dimples appearing as if by magic.
She takes him by the hand and, without question, leads him to the swing set, climbing, with some difficulty, into the swing. Cassidy nods at him, so he goes ahead and pushes Clementine once, gently.
She lets out a series of high-pitched giggles, her blonde hair flying back and forth as she pumps her little legs, willing the swing to go higher. He pushes her again. It's an easy rhythm to fall into: he pushes and she laughs as she soars higher, sometimes looking back to make sure the next push is coming, sometimes simply trusting that it will.
"You shouldn't trust strangers," he wants to tell her, his heart sinking to think of the day she'll learn that for herself.
It's easier, right now, to just keep giving her that next push.