"Where's the baby?"

"ba?"

"Here she is!"

As soon as Tyson moved his hands away from his face, his baby daughter shrieked and began to howl with laughter. Her whole face lit up, and her mahogany eyes shimmered with pure excitement. Obviously, she had never seen anything like this before. She thought it was amazing.

"Tyson, what are you doing?"

The Champion peered up and found his wife staring over him and their daughter from the stairs. She had her delicate fingers wrapped around the wooden bannister, leaning just slightly over it and watching with curious eyes.

"I'm playing 'Where's the baby?' with Tyra," Tyson smiled up at his wife. "She's fascinated with it! When I cover my face, she starts to look around or something! Isn't it awesome?"

Hilary raised an eyebrow and fully descended the stairs. She slowly walked over to their baby daughter, who was sitting up in her half circle pink and white floral pillow. Tyra looked up at her mother right away and giggled, earning a sweet and happy smile from the woman.

"You know, I've never understood that," Hilary mused.

"Understood what?" Tyson queried.

"I don't understand how babies think you've disappeared when you play 'Where's the baby?' with them," Hilary shook her head. "Don't they understand the game's directed at them?"

"I think they know a two about spacial manipulation," Tyson recited, leading Hilary to shoot him a stunned look.

"Someone's sniffing too much around Chief." Hilary teased.

"Thanks, babe," Tyson chuckled, proudly puffing his chest out.

"Not a compliment…" Hilary sighed, "what does that even mean, anyway?"

"It means the baby understands that it has to find someone, only it doesn't know that it's her. As you cover your face, I think it'll send her a message that we have to look for something…" Tyson explained. "Even though Tyra still seems to think I've kind of gone away when I do that. But she's definitely learning!"

"Then why does she ask for you when you cover your face?" Hilary pressed.

"It's all just part of the game for her," Tyson shrugged. "She wants to see if I'm going to respond to her or not!"

"Mama?" Tyra asked, blinking her wide eyes at her mother. Hilary looked down at the child once again and smiled sweetly at her, reaching down to tickle the little one's stomach. Tyra squealed and kicked her legs up, holding her open palms over her shoulders.

"Aw, you're just the cutest thing!" Hilary squealed, examining the baby in her light pink lace coveralls. "And that outfit is just the sweetest. Look at those puffy little sleeves! Who's so cute, huh?"

"Mama," Tyra babbled. That and "Papa" were the only two words she knew at the moment.

"No, it's you!" Hilary giggled.

"Hey, Hilary, why don't you play Where's the baby? with Tyra?" Tyson inquired.

"I don't need to play Where's the baby? with my baby to make her happy," Hilary smirked. "Tyra is just happy when I tickle her!"

"Come on, try it just once!" Tyson poked his wife in the side.

"Fine, just quit poking me," Hilary sighed, shooing her husband's hand away. She glanced back down at the baby, who was still smiling up expectantly at her mother. Shrugging, Hilary covered her face with her hands and cooed, "Tyra, where did Mama go?"

Tyra's smile instantly faded into a bewildered frown. "Mama?"

Hilary pulled a face of surprise behind her hands. It certainly seemed Tyson had been right. It was like she had completely disappeared as far as Tyra was concerned!

"Tyra…" Hilary trilled, "Where's the baby?"

"Ma?" bringing a finger to her lips, the baby scanned left and right.

Gasping, Hilary pulled her hands away from her face and crooned, "Here's she is!"

Right away, the smile reappeared on Tyra's face. She let out a shrieking laugh before waving her hands in the air, much to Hilary's delight.

"See?" Tyson chuckled. "Tyra loves Where's the baby?! It's the best!"

"Who knew she'd find this silly game this fascinating?" Hilary smirked.

Nah, Tyra is a big fan," Tyson replied. "She goes crazy for it every single time!"

Cooing, Tyra covered her hands with her eyes and let out a small giggle. This caught the attention of both Tyson and Hilary, who were soon looking down at their daughter. They were confused as to why she had her eyes covered, but when Tyra removed her tiny hands from her eyes and grinned, they both understood what she was trying to do, and they decided to oblige whole heartedly.

"Where's the baby?" Tyson cooed, causing Tyra to shriek in pure joy.

She was soon covering her eyes again, and this time, once she uncovered them, it was Hilary who gasped and shouted, "Here she is!"

Tyra giggled and stuck a small fist in her mouth, drooling on her hand as she beamed up at her mother.

"It doesn't take much, does it?" Tyson asked amusedly.

"It certainly doesn't," Hilary shook her head. "She definitely is your daughter, Tysie!"

"Hey!"