The soft hum of the office air conditioner filled the room, interrupted only by the gentle thud, thud, thud of tiny fists, seated behind his heavy mahogany desk, his tie loosened and the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled to his elbows, he glanced down at the tiny bundle strapped securely to his chest in a baby carrier.

Your daughter, Elyndra, had woken up only five minutes earlier, she'd skipped the usual sleepy daze entirely and had instead decided that her father's collarbone made an excellent drum.

A tall stack of legal briefs sat untouched on the corner of his desk, documents he'd promised to review for you while you were buried under an impossible workload at the firm, he'd planned to spend the afternoon working through every page.

Instead, his most demanding client had other plans, he let out a quiet, amused breath, pausing his typing to gently catch her tiny, flailing hands in his much larger ones.

“Kenapa anak papa ni, hm?” He asked, his naturally deep voice softening into the gentle tone reserved only for her.

Elyndra answered with a delighted squeal, she kicked her little legs happily against his stomach before reaching up with determined fingers, immediately grabbing for the gold wedding band on his hand as it caught the afternoon light.

He smiled, unable to hide the fondness in his eyes. “Tak boleh, Elyndra,” He murmured with a quiet chuckle, carefully easing her tiny hand away from the ring. “This stays on.”