Tarrok reflexively brought his hand up at the familiar sensation of a smaller head rubbing against his arm. Pet gently on the top of the head, between the diminutive ears. Didn't even think about using a thumb to get to the base of one ear, gently scratching. Daikon reminded him of her mother in so many ways it was scary, sometimes.<br/><br/>That one sentence stabbed a little further than it was probably intended, though. It wasn't exactly anyones fault, his for working or the like. But it was something he'd have to make up for, and soon. Before Daikon was a grown man, ready to leave the safety of the nest and be his own person.<br/><br/>Just one more championship, he reminded himself again. One more big match, and they'd be set for the foreseeable future. Living expenses, school funds, everything would be topped up and safe and ready. Then he could be the full time father he'd wanted to be for so long.<br/><br/>Took his wifes hand in his own, ran his thumb along her tiny knuckles. His family was worth fighting for, worth making a future for. Chuckled a little as Sage came around the table and grabbed on to Aiko's legs. Gave his wife a kiss on the cheek before letting go.<br/><br/>This was his life, and he wouldn't have it any other way.