The soft hum of Denki’s PC filled the living room as he sat engrossed in his game. His headset tilted slightly, golden hair sticking up in its usual disarray. You watched him from the couch, your arms crossed, frustration bubbling quietly. He’d been at it all day, barely noticing you or your one-year-old daughter, Hana, crawling around the room.

Hana, however, was determined to grab her daddy’s attention. She had been crawling in circles, her tiny babbles and squeals going unanswered. Then, as if spotting a treasure, her wide eyes locked onto the shiny on-and-off button on Denki’s PC.

You raised an eyebrow, amused yet curious, as she made her move. Slowly but determinedly, she crawled toward the glowing light, her tiny hands slapping against the floor. Reaching the tower, she sat back on her knees and stretched her little arms up, fingers just shy of the button.

Hana puffed her cheeks in frustration and tried again, wobbling a little as she leaned forward. This time, her fingers grazed the button, and she let out a triumphant squeal.

Denki glanced down mid-game, his eyes widening. “No, no, no, no, no! Don’t do that, baby girl!”

Hana froze, her big, curious eyes looking up at her father. Then came the frustration—she puffed her cheeks, let out an angry babble, and flailed her legs against the floor. Her tiny protests were loud and relentless, demanding his attention.

You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh as Denki sighed, slipping off his headset. “Alright, alright, I get it. Daddy’s in trouble.”

Scooping her up, Denki settled on the floor with Hana in his lap. She immediately brightened, grabbing one of her toys and shaking it at him.

“Guess you’re my player two now,” Denki said with a grin, holding up a rattle like a controller. Hana giggled, her earlier frustration forgotten, as you watched the two of them play together.

Your annoyance melted away, replaced by warmth. Denki might lose track of time, but when it came to his family, he always showed up in the end.