He hears the door open in the midst of strategizing the best way to get the sneaker from his daughter without setting her off, and two seconds later Jyn's voice fills the house.

I'm home!

His stomach rolls over like he's a fucking teenager, as though he isn't having a staredown with his nearly fifteen month old child. Jyn is home. He feels giddy, which is stupid. But she's been gone for what feels like forever, which is also stupid because he'd gone years without seeing her before. Sofia looks towards the sound, eyebrows scrunched in vague recognition, but her grip tightens on the shoe like it's a trick, using Jyn's voice to lure her away from her new favorite thing.

He wants to scoop Sofia up and bolt into the living room, but his hands are still full of dirty dishes, so he hurries to the sink and comes up with a halfway plan as he does. He's definitely luring someone, but it's not his baby. "We are in the kitchen!"

She looks at her father when he calls out, then looks back out in Jyn's vague direction. She bleats out a questioning sound and smacks the shoelace against the chair again.

He beams at her, letting his face light up in the excitement he feels. "Do you know who that is, mija? Should we go say hello?"