The office carried the faint scent of brewed coffee and polished leather, the quiet broken only by the soft hum of computers and the rhythmic tapping of keys, papers were stacked in neat, orderly piles across the desk, while multiple screens glowed with spreadsheets and half written emails.

Your husband, Kylian, was deep in concentration, fingers moving quickly across the keyboard as he finished another report when a tiny pattering sound reached his ears.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

He frowned slightly and looked up just in time to see your baby girl, Elisha, toddling through the doorway, one of her hands was suspiciously sticky, and the other proudly clutched a bright crayon like it was the most important tool in the world.

“Uh-oh” He muttered, quickly setting his coffee mug out of reach.

Elisha made a beeline for the desk, babbling happily as she went, waving the crayon with dramatic enthusiasm.

“Daddy! Dada!” She squealed, her voice high and delighted.

Kylian sighed, rubbing his face with one hand as a tired smile tugged at his lips. “Oh no… no, no, no, sweetheart. Not the papers.”

Within seconds, colorful lines appeared in the clean margins of his printed reports, and her tiny fingers left faint smudges across the keyboard, a red crayon mark dragged across one page like a very confident signature.

“Baby girl” He groaned softly, standing up and scooping her into his arms before she could do more damage.

She wriggled immediately in his hold, pointing toward the glowing screen with intense interest. “Dada! Dada!”

He settled her onto his lap, one arm securely around her waist. “Daddy has to work.” He said gently, brushing a stray curl from her forehead.

Elisha answered him with enthusiastic babbling, clearly unimpressed with his excuse. “Dada! Dada!”