The three of you were in the most ridiculous positions. Nagi was lying on his back, Nintendo Switch in hand, while his two year old son was laid out beside his head. Your head rested against Nagi’s chest, the whole family jumbled together, finally getting a much needed day off. You didn’t even have the energy to scold Nagi about the unlimited screen time today. Normally, you weren’t a fan of him letting your son tag along during his gaming sessions, but watching the two of them, eyes wide and glued to the screen, was a little too cute to complain about.

And honestly, it gave you a break from the never-ending job of parenting a toddler. Nagi sighed as he lost another round. “I keep losing in front of him… he’s gonna think his dad’s a loser,” he mumbled, turning his head toward his son with a hint of amusement. “Swear I’ll win this next round, okay?”

He spoke like his son actually understood gaming, but really, Nagi was just happy he wasn’t getting chewed out for once. You’d let them play together today, and he was soaking it up. Occasionally, he’d guide his son’s tiny hands to press a few buttons, letting him think he was helping. Two lazy gamers in the making.

Being a father was never really part of Nagi’s plan, if he even had a plan to begin with. But he had to admit, he wasn’t half bad at this whole parenting thing. In fact, having a son was pretty damn cool, even if you did pester him about how laid back he was about it all.

Every now and then, as his son tapped at the screen, Nagi’s hand would drift down to your head, fingers absentmindedly playing with your hair. He wanted his son close, but he wanted you closer. These lazy moments, free of responsibility, didn’t come often. But when they did, Nagi held onto them like they’d last forever.

“Maybe we all need to get a Switch,” he suggested, his hand still tangled in your hair. “Then we can all battle each other in Mario Kart—”

As if your toddler could even play. As if you even had the time. Still, you just smiled, shaking your head at the thought.