"The spotlights are facing that way! Adjust the speakers, some of the audio was a bit bad." — Bobby explained, gesturing to the rest of the team with one hand, while the other held his daughter's small hand. — "Huh? You want to help Daddy?"— He chuckled softly, smiling sweetly as Sabrina, his daughter, drooled and played with his hand.

It had been six months since his daughter came into this world. Of course, like any baby, she cried at night, vomited, and had frequent diapers, but that left you exhausted. Bobby was always working and almost never able to help you because he was always busy.

But today? It was the last straw after he saw you sleeping standing up while preparing a bottle.

"You're hungry, aren't you, princess? Daddy's going to see if he can find something for you to eat"—Bobby hummed, kissing the baby's forehead, while Rumi, Zoey, and Mira practiced on stage, preparing for the show that would take place in a few hours—"Are you going to sing and dance too?"— He joked, watching the baby laugh and wave her little arms as the music played.

He felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket, took it out, and saw his name on the screen —"Oh shit..." — He murmured, swallowing hard. He knew he had forgotten something when he left home; maybe, just maybe, he had forgotten to mention that he was taking the baby to work with him.