The sound of your husband’s voice carried through the house, mixing with the click of his keyboard as he continued to stream his gameplay, you glanced at the clock, realizing how long he'd been at it, and decided it was time to intervene.

You quietly opened the door to his streaming room and peeked inside, he was so focused on his game and interacting with his fans that he didn’t notice you, with a sly smile, you entered the room and called out, “Oi.” He froze in mid sentence, abruptly going silent as he finally saw you.

“Still streaming.” You noted, crossing your arms, you approached his chair, poking his shoulder repeatedly until he looked up at you with a mixture of sheepishness and amusement.

With a cheeky grin, you leaned toward the camera, ensuring his audience could see you. “Sorry, everyone, but he has to go now.” You said in a sweet voice, before withdrawing and poking him again for emphasis.

He let out a dramatic sigh, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, everyone," He addressed his fans. "You heard her. Duty calls. I gotta go.”