Eleanor was having a running around the house sort of day. Well, toddling. Almost running. The kind of running you'd get out of an almost two-year-old. And Fitz couldn't believe she was that big already, that his life had been so amazing for so long.
Of course, when he was wrangling his daughter, he didn't have more than a moment or two to spare for those thoughts, but even so. They were still there.
A knock at the door pulled his attention away; he grabbed Eleanor and settled her back on the living room floor with her toys as he went to answer the door just a few feet away. "Raven, hello," he said with a smile. "Come in."