DGG: Yes, lovely readers. I'm back again. And let me tell you...that I was lazy again. I already had this one-shot posted on Ao3. I kinda took a break from writing this week, I guess. I've been so scatterbrained, and when I should have been working on my stories, I decided that sleep was better...But I think I'm all out of cheats for awhile. Haha. So next week I'll have something completely new posted.

Thanks for stopping by!

Yusho Sakaki was exhausted. He loved his job; however, the long hours spent training and perfecting his skills still took a toll on him from time to time. The man wanted nothing more than to just flop down on the couch and sleep for about three days. Unfortunately, the life of an entertainer was demanding. Tomorrow he would have to wake up early and head out again in order to practice more strategies and new moves to keep his duels as entertaining and exciting as possible.

He loved being able to wow a crowd, but it still took a lot of hard work and dedication to conceive those duels – more than what any of the spectators realized. His mind was numb, his muscles ached, and he was frustrated.

The man sighed as he opened the front door to his home and kicked off his shoes. He shook his head, feeling drained. He just wanted to sleep.

"Look at hims. Yes, look at hims."

Yusho furrowed his eyebrows upon hearing the voice of his wife, temporarily confused by the baby-talk until he spotted his baby son, Yuya, lying on the middle cushion of the couch while his wife, Yoko, sat on the floor, fawning over their little one. A weight immediately lifted from the man's shoulders at the sight, and a proud smile exploded onto his face.

"Oh, my goodness. Just look at hims. Look at hims and his widdle feets. Oh, yes. Wook at his widdle feets," Yoko gushed.

Yuya giggled as his mother continued to play with his feet.

"Oh, my goodness. I'm in love with your widdle feets. Yes, I am. They're just so tiny and adorable. Yes, they are. Yes, they are. I could just eat them up."

The mother planted a slew of kisses on the bottoms of the baby's feet, which only caused Yuya to squeal and start kicking his legs.

"Hey now," Yoko frowned as she backed off. "I will love your feet less if you kick me in the face, little man."

Yuya only grunted in response while sticking his legs back into the air.

"Oh. Do you still wanna play?" Yoko's heart melted.

The infant cooed, causing a smile to light up the woman's face once again. Yoko, then, tickled his toes causing the baby to writhe with laughter as he kicked his legs again.

Yusho continued to beam at the sight; he always loved watching his wife interact with their son. The duelist began inching closer to the couch, not truly wanting to disturb them; however, despite his quiet footsteps, he managed to catch the baby's attention. Yusho stopped as the boy squealed, feeling as though he had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"What? What are you looking at?" Yoko asked him as she followed his gaze. She gasped in mock surprise. "It's your daddy."

Yusho chuckled as he stepped forward and sat on the floor beside his wife, who gave him a peck on the cheek. He grinned at her before Yuya caught his attention with little grunts while reaching toward him.

"He missed you, Yusho," Yoko scooped him off the couch and handed him to her husband.

"I missed him, too," Yusho nuzzled the boy's nose. "Both of you."

"Rough day, darling?" Yoko cocked her head to the side.

"Mm. A little. I'll get it right," he shrugged as he gently rocked Yuya who continued to squeal as he grabbed for his father's chin.

"You always do," the woman smirked. "Here, let me get you some dinner."

"That's all right, I – "

"Ah," she cut him off, her voice cold and commanding like the blade of a knife. "You need to eat. I don't care why you think you don't. You need to, and that's that. Play with Yuya in the meantime. He needs his daddy-time."

"Yes, my love," Yusho smiled as Yoko used his shoulder in order to push herself off the floor.

His smile never wavered as he watched the woman step over to the kitchen, put on her apron, and begin rummaging through the refrigerator. He continued to gaze at her, wondering just what he did to deserve this woman. Even after all this time, he still couldn't fathom how much he loved her and how much she loved him in return. Yuya's laughter soon broke Yusho from his reverie as he looked down to discover the baby attempting to grab the collar of his coat. The man's heart swelled in his chest as he turned Yuya upright, allowing the baby to attain his prize.

"Is that good? Maybe we need to feed you, too," Yusho chuckled as Yuya gummed his collar.

It never failed. No matter what happened during the day, no matter how frustrated he was, no matter how tired he felt, whenever he stepped through the threshold of his home, Yoko and Yuya were always there to make everything worth it; they didn't even have to try. He worked hard in order to impress a crowd; however, he would say his true inspiration for working so hard was for his family. They deserved anything and everything. It warmed his heart knowing that he had two people who loved him and believed in him. And he wouldn't trade that feeling for anything in the world.