WAHHH AMELIA THIS IS SO PRECIOUS. I LOVE. It's So Soft, It Made Me Soft, And I'm So Wow. Awh OMFGGG.

WAHHH AMELIA THIS IS SO PRECIOUS. I LOVE. it's so soft, it made me soft, and I'm so wow. awh OMFGGG.

I'm so happy that they're happy with baby Nari and AH. so so cute. i love this. so so so SOOOOO cute. and so so so SOOOOO good, lovely!!! thank you for this absolutely adorable story filled with the perfect amount of angst, fluff, and 🔥🔥🔥.

all of you: forever (epilogue)

Park Jimin is the man of your dreams… and now you have him, forever.

pairing ↠ ceo!jimin x reader

genre ↠ friends to lovers | arranged marriage AU (fluff, angst, smut)

word count ↠ 7535

A/N: still haven’t processed that we’re at the end of this series, but i reckon it will hit in a few days when i’m no longer reminding myself that i have to hurry up and work on it 😅thank you so much to every one of you who have been reading this series, and i hope you enjoy this epilogue. (i’ll admit i’m feeling kinda sucky bc i’m not happy with how my writing is turning out these days but..)  i tried my hardest to complete their love story like they deserve 🥺 also, i want to say thank you to @kithtaehyung once again for making the banner that i love so much… you’re the best ryen!! 💓

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—drabble, 1.5k words, fluff, bf2l, request from @saturnpjimin, i hope you love it! 💐

A little after noon, your ears perk up at the sound of a key sliding into the doorknob. On instinct, your head whips around just as the intruder pushes the door open ans steps inside. With a heavy storm behind him, he stomps off most of the snow on his thick winter boots then raises an arm over his head in a cute wave.

“I was about to dial 911,” you groan, throwing your phone back onto the coffee table where it lands next to this month’s Vogue. “Ever heard of calling first?”

The man in question shrugs off his padded jacket and hangs it over a dinner chair before heading over to you. That’s when you notice a familiar plastic bag in his left hand. The logo of of your favourite grocery store shines in bright reds and greens in theme with the Christmas season. He sets it on the coffee table then proceeds to pick up the magazine you hadn’t glanced twice at.

His brows rise when he notices the cover. “Isn’t this that TikTok girl with the really bad movie on Netflix?”

“The one we watched last weekend,” you laugh, nodding your head along. The movie was so bad that the two of you finished it in a fit of giggles and a promise to never watch a movie not targeted to your age group ever again. “I thought Anna Wintour had more class than this.”

The man to your right laughs and shakes his head, throwing the magazine back where he found it. “Always so judgemental.”

“What? It’s true!”

“Whatever you say.”

Playfully, you role your eyes and start reaching for the plastic bag. “Don’t act so high and mighty now, babe. I distinctly remember you laughing with me last weekend.” Eager to tear through the bag and pull out the items inside, you miss the way his breath catches and the abrupt silence from his end of the sofa. When you look back, he’s staring at you with unreadable eyes. “What?”

For a moment, all he can do is blink before he falls back down to Earth where your usage of the endearment means nothing in his regard. Especially when he wants it to mean everything.

“Nothing.”

Not knowing if you should prompt him more, the hand dipped inside the bag touches paper encasing the shape of something rectangular. Instantly, your eyes light up.

“Did you bring me chocolate?!” Sure enough, when you pull out the item, three bars of decadent milk chocolate fall into your lap. A sound of glee rips through your mouth. “Oh my God, you got me chocolate! How did you know I was craving it?!”

He holds up his phone to a lengthy rant you sent him close to an hour ago. “When you wouldn’t stop texting me about bringing down the patriarchy, I figured you were on your time of the month.”

Laughing, you reach into the bag again and pull out a container of your favourite flavour of ice cream. There’s two tubs of it. On top of that, there’s gummy bears, two cans of Coca Cola, fudge brownies, sugar cookies, and at the very bottom, a box of jjajangmyeon from the Korean restaurant downtown. The sight of all your favorite cravings makes your eyes well up with tears, which, without a moment’s notice, he slides in next to you to catch.

His long arms go around your body and cuddle you to his warm chest, and like you always do, you press your face into his shirt and inhale his familiar scent. Even with all your favourite things laid out for you, having him close is still the best comfort.

“Hey, why are you crying?”

“I love you, Jimin,” you mumble through a fresh bout of tears. “How do you know me so well?”

He rubs your side and presses his lips to the top of your head. Though you don’t hear him very well, the vibrations of a sentence spoken from his delectable mouth make you bring your head back up.

“What did you say?”

He smiles and wipes a thumb under your eyes. Despite the fact that you are wearing no makeup, have acne growing along your jawline due to hormones during your period, and patchy skin from the crying you just did, Jimin still thinks you’re the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. Perhaps he’ll ever see—because he doesn’t plan on looking away from you for the rest of his life.

“I said,” he repeats, moving closer to you with each word spoken. His eyes are shimmery and they look just a little frightened. Nerves kick in, and you clutch his shirt for support, lest you fall backwards in a heap of embarrassment. The worst of it is when he glances down at your lips. “I wouldn’t be in love if I didn’t know your favourite things.”

“What… what does that mean?”

He smiles and just to tease, he pushes back the worry painting his own heart and kisses your right cheek. “Guess, baby.”

The endearment takes you faster than the storm brewing outside. And even though your little corner of the Earth is cloaked in snow and ice and frigid wind, in this moment, all you feel is warmth. And God—you just want more of it.

“Baby…?”

“Babe, sweetheart, angel,” he whispers, and with each sweet word, he kisses over your eyes and your cheeks and your forehead, “my everything.”

Something clogs your throat.

“You’re not just saying all this as a friend, are you? Because that would be really shitty, Jimin, and I don’t—“

Just then, Jimin forgoes any sane or rational part of his mind telling him to calm down and talk this through, and leans in for a kiss. He presses his lips so desperately on yours that you can taste its desire. Although you’re taken aback, falling into the kiss you’ve waited so any months for is easy, in the end. Maybe because in the back of your mind, you had been preparing for it all this time.

When Jimin realizes you’re not pushing him away, he smooths his hand over the curve of your cheek and brings you closer. The touch of his slightly calloused skin melting against yours is heaven incarnate.

Jimin kisses with deep passion and a sweetness you can’t name. It feels good enough to write several diary entries about. Makes you feel like that teenager who dreamt about being kissed just like this someday. Everything about it feels like a dream come true.

When the need for air begins to stir too heavily, Jimin pulls back just a smidge to gauge your reaction. The best part about it is that he never takes his hand away. He keeps his skin on yours just the way you like it, making you purr like a feline into his awaiting atmosphere.

“You still want to be friends, YN?”

Though the pain of your period ripples through your lower back, you ignore it for the sake of all the pleasure of being close to him when you slowly push him down on the sofa. Besides, if the two of you keep kissing like this, the pain will dissipate it no time.

“Yes,” you tell him as your body slots over his slowly. While your legs tangle with his in a dance of sated comfortability, you are the one to kiss down his jaw this time. “I want to be best friends.”

He squeezes your waist when you kiss just under his ear lobe. “Really?”

“Best friends who kiss a lot,” you carry on, bringing your lips back down to slightly enclose his in an almost kiss. “Why? What do you want to be?”

“Your boyfriend,” he answers in a deep voice which sounds all too sexy on him. The tail end of his reply cuts off when he grabs your face and brings you in for a harder kiss. Then he grabs and touches your body like a man starved, only to be satisfied by the touch of your hot skin. When a hand snakes under your shirt, he lays a hand flat over your belly. “Wanna try it—being my girl?”

Right where he’s placed his hand, your belly does a big swoop and your timid heart bursts in excitable butterflies. A scarlet cheeked smile bends your lips upwards and Jimin grabs you taut against his chest for another kiss, though you manage to pause the motion with a hand on his cheek.

“I didn’t thank you for bringing my most favourite thing,” you whisper, thumbing his gloriously luscious lips just as he presses a peck to it. Maybe he can’t kiss you just yet but that doesn’t mean he’ll go without your lips for even a moment now that he’s had a taste. It’s like placing a gorgeous steak in front of a man and telling him not to touch. He’s weak for you, there’s no doubt about that.

His own lips settle into a smile as he asks, “The chocolate?”

“My boyfriend.”

And fuck, maybe he’s weak as all hell when he smashes his lips on yours, moans and groans alight on his tongue, but what does that make you when you return it with the same enthusiasm?

WAH

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pairings: singledad!taehyung x artist!reader

synopsis: when you meet a little girl at a park by chance, who would've thought that you'd be falling in love with the man who had the exact same boxy smile as her in such little time?

genre: angst, fluff, smut (18+); strangers to lovers

warning(s): fluff, pretty domestic shit, mature language.

word count: 8.7k

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“Uh—” You stare at the men positioning your piece on the wall, “To the left… A bit to the ri—yes! Perfect!” You smiled.

It was now the final week of November, which means that the gallery show was quickly approaching. It was the final Sunday of the month, so the art museum was super busy this weekend. Being there every day for the past week, only seeing Aera and Tae a handful of times and the rest of the crew maybe once or twice. You felt bad, especially since you and Tae had been doing extremely well, even though you both had very busy schedules, you both still made time for each other; facetiming during breaks, phone calls whenever facetime wouldn’t work, and sometimes even seeing each other during your spare times.

“Thank you again, Y/n for all the help!” Mr. Kang says coming to stand beside you with a proud smile and putting out his hand, turning towards him with a smile of your own offering your hand as well.

“Of course, Mr. Kang!” You answered gleefully, “It’s always a pleasure, really!” Watching as the positioning team leave, bowing in respect as each walks by you, you turn back to Mr. Kang.

“Do you need me to show face this time?”

Mr. Kang chuckled, “If you’d like to, I truly think that these are your best art pieces I have ever seen—please don’t take that the wrong way, but this time around… It seems that you had a very inspirational theme.” You glanced back at your art pieces and couldn’t help but keep the radiating smile off of your face.

Staring at your art pieces, you definitely were inspired with your relationship with Taehyung; the blue hues and the purples in the first two pieces that you had put up, with photographs of black streetlamps plastered in the middle of the canvas, each brush stroke signifying your confusion and your hurt of that particular night; the next painting was of purple—a colour that you seemed to have been gravitating towards as of late—sad eyes stared back at you. Your eyes. The sad eyes that stared at you through the mirror, the sad eyes of a girl that had gotten her hopes up about a man that was keeping his feelings for you tightly under wraps. You wished that you could go back in time and tell her that everything would work out right, that she needs to get out of her own head, push her pride away and make an effort for what she wants—what she deserves.

“You could say that.” You gave him a teasing smile, allowing him to chuckle, clasping his hand on your shoulder before bidding you a goodbye and a reminder to lock up your section of the museum. You walked around the museum a few more times to ensure that all the beautiful pieces were positioned properly, before you were stopped by the sound of your phone going off.

11.28.21 20:01 Taehyung☺: hey pretty girl, we’re outside whenever you’re finished <3

11.28.21 20:01 Taehyung☺: take your time (:

11.28.21 20:02 You: Just doing a final check and then I’m all yours! I’ll be out soon (:<3

Quickly making your rounds, you shut the gates of your section, locking it, and making your way over to security to drop off the key. Grabbing your bag you exit the vicinity, finding a silver Genesis sitting near the front with its hazards on. Smiling to yourself, your heart flutters.

*flashback*

“You look amazing.” Taehyung says breathlessly as he picks you up at your apartment with a grin. It was your 3rd date without Aera, which you weren’t opposed to, sometimes it was nice to have Taehyung all to yourself—but that didn’t mean you felt a piece of your heart missing when the little girl was left to hang out with one of her uncles.

Tonight, the two of you were to grab some dinner and then head over to his house to have a little movie night while Aera was at Mi-ha’s and Joon’s. You decided on a red one shoulder dress, super simple, yet super elegant, matching your nude pumps to top off the look. Unfortunately, even with the heels, you were still shorter than Taehyung, but he wasn’t complaining and neither were you. He sported a black suite with vertical stripes, his hair styled up and parted in the middle, his golden-blonde coloured hair slightly longer in the back, which you thought suited him immensely. You couldn’t stop ogling him until he smirked at you with a quirked eyebrow. Shoving him slightly, he giggled throwing his head back.

After his fit of giggles, Taehyung gestures you to take the purple orchid that he held gently in his hand; something he insists on doing every time he takes you out, so, since you were expecting it already, you cheekily smiled, reaching over to the little shelf to grab the glass vase that was waiting to be filled. Chuckling, Taehyung placed the flower inside the vase.

“Ready?” Taehyung offers his arm, your door shutting gently while you locked it, shoving your keys in your purse.

“Ready.”

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“Hey, Y/n,” Taehyung quietly says as he places his silverware down, wiping his lips with the provided napkin, staring at you. Feeling yourself get nervous, you set down your own cutlery nodding at him with a small grin.

“Does it—“Taehyung clears his throat, “does it ever bother you that, I haven’t mentioned to Aera that we’re dating?” Taehyung’s eyes weren’t on yours as he asks this question, in fact, he was too busy fumbling around with the silver rings that decorated his hands, something that he does when he’s nervous. You sat with a gentle smile on your face as you reached out to him, taking his large hands in yours to stop him from fidgeting, and only then does he look up at you with worry in his eyes.

“Tae…” You whispered rubbing the back of his hands with your thumb in attempts to calm him down, “I understand, we’re in no rush.” You continued to stroke his hand, “And I said I was good with your pace—”

“But you’ve been to our house for hours, you’ve stayed the night a couple of times, had dinner with us,” Taehyung begins to voice out, but you shush him with a gentle smile.

“Taehyung, it’s okay! I promise I’m fine. I’m just happy to be a part of your daily lives,” You say, “I love hanging out with the both of you, going on dinner dates with the both of you, I’m happy with how things are going... What’s the rush?”

Taehyung takes a deep breath, smiling down at your intertwined hands and gripping them tighter, “You’re amazing.” Is all he says as he watches you blush underneath the lights of the restaurant. He doesn’t voice it out, but Taehyung had known for a while that he’s been falling in love with you; but this moment—the reassurance that you’re all about him, all about Aera, that there’s no rush with the process, just the two of you dating with no official labels; he knows that he’s in love with you. Absolutely and utterly in love with you.

And you. You don’t say it either, but the way Taehyung looks at you, eyes twinkling with his boxy smile as he stares at you—how he still holds onto your hands, thumbs grazing your knuckles soothingly as the sounds of cutlery clinking fades around you; you don’t voice it out either, but at this moment you knew, you too, are absolutely and utterly in love with Taehyung.

*Flashback ends*

“Hey!” You smiled at Taehyung as you shut the door to the car, and like clockwork you spin around to see the little girl kicking her feet as she sees you enter the vehicle, a big boxy smile on her face, “Hello, Ms. Aera!” Your hands find their way to tickle her bare feet, her sandals laying on the ground.

“Hewwo!” She giggles waving at you with a boxy grin. Smiling, Taehyung happily pulls out of the front of your work and begins driving.

“How was work?” He asks, eyes still on the road. The streetlights that lit up the dark roads of the city, flashing prettily onto his face that highlight his strong jawline and his perfect side profile. Getting lost in his beautiful face, eyes gazing at him with heart eyes, as people would call it, you find yourself feeling warm and at home. From the way he grips the steering wheel with his left hand, his biceps flexing every time he makes a turn, you often find yourself admiring him. His eyes concentrate on the road and a faint smile lingers on his plush lips, before his eyes glance over at you briefly, “Y/n?” a small smirk makes its way onto his lips as you blush.

“It was okay, not too much happened. How was yours?” You ask him still staring outside as the lights speed past you.

“Me! Me, me, me!!!” Aera screams out before Tae could tell you about his day, the two of you giggling in the front seat as Taehyung’s mini me, restlessly thrashes in her car seat, “I tey you too! Athk me too, Awnty y/n!!!” Turning around, you stare at Aera with a smile.

“Alright, Aera, how was your day, pretty?”

“Gwood! I pway with my toys at gwamas, I ate bu-gogi, en, en, uhm, cookies!” Aera babbles, curiously looking around, “das it!” You giggle to yourself. Taehyung smiles to himself as he hears your laugh, along with his daughter’s, sneakily looking at the rear-view mirror to stare at the little girl smiling at you with teeth on display. It warmed his heart that you and Aera got along well. Super well. He absolutely loves it; he wants nothing more than the woman he’s absolutely smitten over and his daughter—his entire life—getting along and communicating well.

It takes you a moment when you realize that Tae wasn’t driving you home. You could feel yourself beginning to grin when you see the familiar Ferris wheel coming into view. Spinning around to look at the little girl, who’s eyes were already on yours with a cute grin.

“Sum-prise!!!” Aera squeals, kicking her feet causing Taehyung to scold her, but she doesn’t let her smile fall, she shakes her hands with clenched fists with a quieter squeal. It wasn’t long before Taehyung pulled up to a parking spot and parks his car. He turns to look at you with a sheepish smile.

“Hope you don’t mind, Aera really wanted to go tonight so I thought that it’d be a nice surprise!”

“It’s totally fine! I’m so excited!”

You hopped out of the vehicle, while Taehyung got Aera out of her car seat. You were admiring the pretty lights that shone in the sky due to the amusement park. Snapping a picture of it, you feel Aera tug at your pants, staring up at you with a pout, and extending her hand up for you to hold her hand. Graciously taking it, and Tae taking her other, the three of you walked to the entrance to buy tickets.

“What ride do you wanna go on first, Aera?” You questioned at the little girl, happily bouncing in step with yours and her father’s. You could hear her hum while she swung her arms, her eyes overwhelmed with all the lights and the people.

“Can we go to duh bumpeau ca’s again?”

“Sure, flower! Do you want to ride with me or Awnty Y/n?” Taehyung asks as he leads the two of you towards the destination.

“Awnty Y/n!” Aera squeals, letting go of her dad’s hand. Taehyung stares at the two of you with a pout, “sowwy, daddy, but uth giwls need to tay to-ge-dur!” Giggling to yourself Tae clicks his tongue in feign disappointment.

“Okay,” He huffs, “I see how it is, you’re just gonna leave the man who raised you for the past three years like that, huh?” Taehyung quickly gives three tickets to the worker, and he settles in a dark green car, giving the two of you the ‘I’m watching you’ motion, “It’s on.”

You and Aera glance at each other with a devious glint in your eyes, that Taehyung was almost scared, “Watch yourself Kim… Team Ae-y/n’s gonna getchyu!”

With that the ride began.

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“I cannot believe the both of you ganged up on me like that.” Taehyung groans, dropping his keys on his kitchen counter.

During the duration of bumper cars, Aera had insisted on you driving because you have a license and you would beat up her dad no problem. Of course, you couldn’t deny the little girl, and your competitive side came out as you ran Tae over in your car multiple times. He, however, was not having it, and began chasing the two of you around the little track area. Aera squealed and screamed in delight, whenever he father would bump into other people, and would wail in victory when at the end of the ride, you had bumped him a total of eight times. After, the three of you went to play some games at the stands. Surprisingly, Aera did extremely well with the floating ducks, even earning herself a large bunny rabbit that she insisted to send a picture to her Uncle Koo (apparently it looked exactly like him). Even Taehyung won a prize—a large pink elephant—at the strong man game. You didn’t think that he had it in him, but you were proven wrong when he slammed the hammer down and dinged the bell with ease. He proudly picked out the elephant that you had been eyeing, making you blush and Aera grinning at the two of you with a twinkle in her eyes. The three of you had food there—tons and tons of corndogs, spiral chips and fries, along with some funnel cake for dessert, that Aera welcomed with opened arms and going to repeat that daddy never let's me have sugar this late, while Taehyung groans, immediately regretting his choice of dessert.

It was a fun night, and now the three of you were in the midst of building a large fort in Taehyung’s living room. While you and Aera gathered blankets and pillows in the upstairs linen closet, Taehyung fetched the large queen-sized air mattress from the basement, finding the pump and beginning to blow it up. Descending down the stairs with arms filled with sheets, pillows, and stuffed animals (Aera’s idea),Taehyung was almost finished with the mattress. Pulling together the barstools that were seated at the island, Taehyung propped them up and draped the sheets over top of it to create the fort. Helping him, you find some brooms, taking off the brush and using the handles to prop up the sheets and creating the house look. Taehyung brings over clothes pins and clips, to clip the outside, that way the three of you could see the tv screen. When the fort was all finished, the three of you retreated to the kitchen to make some popcorn and snacks for the film. Laughs and light chatter amongst you felt all too comforting—not that it was a bad thing, you definitely welcomed being in Tae’s house with both him and Aera and spending time with them. It felt so real, not like you were just playing house, but as if it was meant to happen, it was meant to be with them.

“Mu-yan, Mu-yan, Mu-ya!!!” Aera squeals running towards the fort, as you and Taehyung followed her with arms full of snacks and drinks for your little movie night. Aera situates herself comfortably in the middle of the fort, allowing you and Taehyung to slip in on either side of her—squishing her in the middle.

“Daddy?

“What’s up, my flower?”

Aera shyly leans into Taehyung, trying her best to whisper but you hear her with a small smile of your own, “Is Awnty Y/n going to stay tonight… Or is she going to yeave yike she aways do?” You feel your heart clench at Aera’s question.

You didn’t realize that Aera knew you left during the night when she was fast asleep. When you stay to hang out with the two of them, it wasn’t uncommon for you to stay until late, even when it was well past Aera’s bedtime and she was fast asleep in between you and Tae, he’d always find a way to get her into the car without waking her up while he drives you to your apartment. As always, you underestimated the young girl’s observative persona.

“Why don’t you ask her, baby?”

Aera quietly grumbles to herself as she turns to you with a cheeky grin, scooting closer to you, she cups her hands around her mouth and leaning in towards your ears.

“You stay hewe tonight?” Awaiting your answer, she sits back down, eyes full of stars as she peers up at you expectantly. Your eyes shift from her to Taehyung as you hum, their faces holding pouts as they try to sway you into staying.

“Look how comfy it is in here!”

“It so warm!”

“I’m sure Aera will be super cold in here without you, Y/n.”

“Yeah! Cohwd. Who hep me eat aw duh snackie!”

You giggle at the duo as they continue their attempts to get you to stay the night, “But I don’t have any pjs!” You feign disappointment. Of course, this wasn’t really an excuse, the few times you have stayed over (when Aera was away at her grandparents or cousins house), you had always used Taehyung’s clothes; but Aera didn’t need to know that.

Aera pouts as she understands that you couldn’t sleep without your clothes, however her eyes lit up as she tapped her father on the shoulder, “Daddy have clothes! Daddy have clothes!” She exclaims with a smug grin, as if she thought up a master plan. Aera is a very smart child at only 3, and sometimes you and Taehyung overlook that—but again, you were always impressed with the bright ideas this toddler has.

“That is true…” Taehyung grins pulling Aera in his lap, “What’dya say, Y/n?” The pair stare at you with hopeful smiles. You hum again, placing your hand on your chin as if this was the hardest decision of your life. You give it a few more minutes, the two shifting impatiently as they waited for your response.

“Hm… I suppose I could stay the night tonight.” You concluded, Taehyung looked relieved and Aera immediately jumped out of her father’s arms, jumping up and down, and shuffling towards you; throwing her arms around you as she giggles over your shoulders, causing you to wrap your arms around her little body like a reflex.

“Yay, yay, yay! Awnty Y/n stay! She stay, she stay!”

“Alright, my girls, let’s get ready for bed and then we can turn on a movie, sound good?” Taehyung asks; Aera nods her head, exiting the fort, the pattering of her feed along with Tannie’s paws hitting against the floor sounded through the house, slowly disappearing up the stairs towards, what you could only assume was her bedroom. Taehyung and you were next to leave, his hand blindly finding yours with ease as he pulls you towards the stairs, to make your ways towards his bedroom. Your mind still racing from his comment; my girls. Your heart was fluttering, your stomach filled with butterflies, and you couldn’t keep the smile off your face, squeezing his hand as his boxy smile returns to his face.

When you made it inside his bedroom, Taehyung quietly shuts his door, caging you in between his arms. Stunned, you looked up at him with a questioning gaze, before you plants his soft lips upon your own. It was slow and sensual; lately, his movements have been slow and unhurried—as if the two of you had all the time in the world, it’s not that you didn’t enjoy the heated make outs or the hurried quickies, but this was a whole different feeling—something real. His lips continued to push against yours, his tongue grazing your bottom lip and tangling with yours, and a gentle groan rumbling from his throat emitted, causing you both to smile. The sounds of your lips smacking against one another echoes in the bedroom; his arms that were once caging you, tugs you towards his hard chest, pressing the palms of his hands on the small of your back crushing your body against his. When the two of you finally pulled away for air, a dopey smile graces your lips and Taehyung mirrors the expression.

“Thank you.” He whispers his forehead nudging against yours, “Thank you for staying tonight.” On your tippy toes, you place another first peck on his lips before pulling away—not missing Taehyung’s stunned expression at your sudden action.

“Anything for you two.” You grin, before stepping around him and heading towards his closet to grab a pair of his shorts and a baggy shirt. Taehyung quickly follows suit as the two of you change into your pajamas, and just in time before a certain little girl comes barreling into her father’s room, followed by a little fur-ball trailing behind her.

“I’m weady!!!” Aera exclaims throwing her hands up, almost resembling a star. Tannie barks excitedly, running around the three of you before he tires out and sits at your feet.

“Alright ladies,” Taehyung bends down to pick up Yeontan, “let’s get going!” And the three of you made your way down the staircase and into your little fort for the night.

Not even half an hour into the movie, Taehyung’s eyes were shut and soft snores escapes his parted lips as he leans his head against Aera’s shoulder.

When the three of you had finally settled down inside your tent, Yeontan sitting at the foot of the air mattress like the amazing guard dog he is, Taehyung’s eyes immediately shut. It was no surprise that he was tired, running meetings all day must have been tiring, but that still wouldn’t stop him from spending time at the amusement park with his daughter. It warmed your heart how much he sacrifices for her—but that’s what makes you fall in love with him even more; his selflessness and his love for the people he cares about.

“Awnty Y/n?”

Your head snaps down to the little girl who was cuddled up next to you, her round eyes already gazing up at yours.

“What’s up, princess?” The little girl looks conflicted, almost as if she wasn’t sure how to approach the questions she was going to ask. You could feel her uneasiness radiating off of her, so you soothingly rub her arms to encourage her to speak.

“My daddy weally yikes you…” She trails off clenching and unclenching her hands, “you aways make him smiyuea, en, en, en dat make me smiyuea.” You continue to rub her arm as she takes a deep breath, “en, en when you not hewe, daddy aways yook sad… so, dat make me sad…” She pauses, “When you yeft fow a wittle bit, daddy was weally sad… He told me that he weally yikes you, en, en I weally yike you, Awnty Y/n…” Her eyes start to droop as she cuddles up into your side, snuggling closer to you as if she was afraid that when she wakes up you’d be gone, “Aw you going to stay and be my momma?” She mumbles against your t-shirt, gently throwing her arm around your waist, “be-cawse… I tink I yove you yike a momma.” Her voice beginning to get quieter and quieter as she finishes her sentence, and then the sound of snores filled the little tent. Your heart racing at the little girl’s confession, and you couldn’t help but smile at her. Bending down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead and moving past her to place another kiss on the sleeping man who owns your heart, you smiled at the two; but little did the little girl know—in your eyes, she was already considered a daughter to you.

You had never pictured yourself to be in this scenario; falling hopelessly and completely in love with a man that has a daughter. It wasn’t that you weren’t open to the idea, you were just not expecting it to ever happen to you. You were young, so much life ahead of you—but you weren’t any short of excited that you were placed on this journey, especially with someone as genuine as Taehyung; you enjoyed every step of the way. Even though it was a rocky beginning, you wouldn’t change the past few months for anything. It seems that as the three of you spend time together, the more you fall—not just for Taehyung, but Aera too. It almost feels like it’s too good to be true, but from the last few months, you know for sure that what you feel for Taehyung is, in fact, real. You do love him, you do want to be with him, and you do see yourself having a future with him.

And that’s not something you’re used to. It’s scary—to fall in love so fast, only a matter of months, let alone falling in love with two people, but the way that you and Taehyung work—is beyond anything you could ever imagine, and you couldn’t ask for anyone better to do it with. You want to do life with him, to watch Aera grow, to be a part of his family… The two of you still have a ton of growing to do together and many loose ends that need to be fixed but knowing that you have an amazing support system filled with friends and each other, you know that everything will be okay, and what will be will be.

You want it all; to be successful, to be loved, and to have a forever partner that you could do life with. You want it all as long as it’s with him.

Concluding your deep thoughts with a smile, you sink down on the mattress, cuddling the toddler closer to you, and shutting your eyes, drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

Feeling the cool breeze wafting its way into the fort, you shivered. You shivered? Furrowing your brows, and you eyes still tightly shut, your hand lazily pats the spot beside you in attempts to find the little girl that was once cuddled up next to you; sadly, it was a cold spot that felt as if the warm body had been gone for hours. Huffing out, you hands trails its way on the further end of the bed in hopes to find Taehyung sleeping soundly right next to the cold spot where Aera was, but you were disappointed to be greeted with the same cold spot. Groaning in annoyance, you shoved your face into the pillows, deeply breathing into it and faintly picking up the scent of Taehyung’s laundry detergent, allowing you to calm down just a little. However, as you turned your head to lay on your side, your senses were filled with the smell of waffle batter and the sound of sizzling just a few feet away. Gently lifting your head and peeking out of your right eye to the opening of your fort, you could see Taehyung at the stove with Aera standing next to him. Their conversation was in hushed whispers, drowned out by the sound of the fan and the sizzling food in the pan, you opted to subtly make your way towards the kitchen. You quietly get out of bed, cracking your joints and stumbling forward and out of the tent. Almost like a secret agent, you press yourself against the wall that was mounted with the tv, sneakily peeking your head around the corner in efforts to hear them.

“Daddy,” Aera whispers to Taehyung as she spins the waffle maker handle with his help, humming Taehyung opening the hot element and forking the waffle and placing it on a plate, as Aera moves to sit criss-cross apple sauce in the chair.

“Is Awnty Y/n going to be my mommy?” Your eyes widened and a brush of colour made its way onto your cheeks, as you recall last nights events:

“My daddy weally yikes you…” She trails off clenching and unclenching her hands, “you aways make him smiyuea, en, en, en dat make me smiyuea.” You continue to rub her arm as she takes a deep breath, “en, en when you not hewe, daddy aways yook sad… so, dat make me sad…” She pauses, “When you yeft fow a wittle bit, daddy was weally sad… He told me that he weally yikes you, en, en I weally yike you, Awnty Y/n…” Her eyes start to droop as she cuddles up into your side, snuggling closer to you as if she was afraid that when she wakes up you’d be gone, “Aw you going to stay and be my momma?” She mumbles against your t-shirt, gently throwing her arm around your waist, “be-cawse… I tink I yove you yike a momma.”

You heart stuttered against your chest, beating rapidly at the thought of becoming the sweet girl’s mother, and of course being with Taehyung to raise her. You hadn’t told Aera last night—but you know for sure that you wanted to become a mother figure to her—even possibly earning that title for her. You could feel yourself smile even more. What a great start to your morning.

“Would you like her to be?” Taehyung teases, scooping more waffle batter into the maker, shutting it and flipping it to start the timer. Aera watches her father carefully, just to make sure he was following the instructions of the waffle maker.

“Yeahp.” Aera deadpans, she holds a sense of seriousness in her tone that almost seemed too serious for a three-year old. “I wan hew to be my mommy. Awnty Y/n is boot-iful, she yikes to paint en it pwetty painting too! She vewy smart—”

“Smarter than daddy?” Taehyung teases, flipping the waffle onto its other side to cook.

“Yeth.” Aera responds with zero hesitation which causes you to slap your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from laughing out and giving away your presence, “she pwefect fo uth.”

Taehyung’s heart warms at how much you had impacted his daughter’s life. Raising Aera wasn’t easy, especially for a man who had just began running a company, but he likes to think that he did a fine job at raising an intelligent toddler at only 25 years of age; if Taehyung could be proud of anything he’s done in his life, it wouldn’t be becoming the CEO of Korea’s largest fashion line, it wouldn’t be the fact that he was ranked as one of the top richest men in the world, no; Taehyung is proud that he was able to do all those things and raise a toddler while achieving it. That’s what Taehyung was proud of, what he will always be proud of. Now, the second thing he would be proud of is fixing things with you and allowing you into his life, into their life. He was proud that he took the chance to get to know you, to allow you to get to know him and his daughter—sure there was miscommunications at first, but all of this was entirely new to the both of you; you falling in love with a man that already had a child, and him falling in love—truly in love with someone who loves him and his daughter the same. Taehyung stands by those two moments and holds it close to his heart, just thinking about it makes his heart want to burst out of his chest with happiness.

“She is pretty perfect, huh?” Taehyung asks her, opening the waffle maker and, again, forking the doughy delight onto another plate, handing it to Aera who was dressing up the two plated waffles with fresh blueberries, strawberries, and some blackberries. She quickly pops a blueberry into her mouth before she’s reaching for the last plate of waffles and getting to work. Her tongue pokes out in concertation while she precisely places the blueberries in a shape of a heart on the waffle, smiling in triumph, when she achieves a pretty looking heart.

“Hey, flower?” Taehyung questions, unplugging the waffle maker and leaning against the counter to stare at Aera. Once she heard the gentle seriousness her father’s tone held, she immediately dropped all the strawberries back into the bowl and stared at him, “Can I tell you a secret?” Aera nodded vigorously, shutting her lips and pinches her fingers together and sliding them across her mouth like a zipper. The little gesture made your heart swoon, and Taehyung’s chuckles filled the kitchen.

“Daddy wants her to be your mommy too.”

Feeling the redness return to your cheeks, you bite your lip to keep you from smiling like an idiot, your heart pounding at the words Taehyung had uttered out to his daughter—words that you didn’t even know you needed to hear. Finally, unable to keep your excitement in, you knock on the wall coming out of your hiding spot, as the two whipped around with matching boxy grins to greet your presence.

“Morning!” You chirped, walking in, “’smells great in here.” You walked towards Aera giving her a tight squeeze, before you came face to face with a beaming Taehyung, engulfing his large frame in a gentle hug as well.

“You sweep gwood, Awenty?” Aera asks thrusting the plate of waffles with the blueberry heart on it, “Dis one fow you!” You gratefully take the plate of food, grinning at the young girl.

“Did you make this, Aera?” She nods with a huge grin, “I love it! Thank you little flower! Looks delicious! And yes, I slept very well, thank you!”

“De-wishious!” Aera parrots as she trots to her chair, climbing it and plopping down at the island.

“Sleep good?” Taehyung asks, subtly wrapping his arm around you, pulling you into another hug. You bask in his warmness, still holding the beautiful plate of food that your favorite duo made you, you hummed as you both made your way to sit next to Aera.

“You slept good, too?” You aske him, shoveling a forkful of waffle into your mouth, while he hummed in agreeance as well.

“Very.”

“Wha we do today?” Aera asks with her mouth full of waffles, her head glancing at you and then Taehyung, you and then Taehyung.

“Flower, what’d I say about talking with your mouth full?” Taehyung tsked at her, as she mumbles an apology before grabbing her cup and chugs down water. You giggle to yourself; you had always loved seeing Taehyung go all father mode, that you can’t help but laugh.

“How about…” You begin, grabbing a blueberry and gesturing Aera to open her mouth, “we go shopping for a bit, and then tonight we go to Auntie's art show?” Plopping the blueberry into the waiting child’s mouth, booping her nose and earning a giggle from her. “No one’s in today, and Mr. Kang said that I could give some friends a quick glance around if they don’t like being in crowded places!” You offered, taking another bite from your waffle, smiling cheekily at Taehyung.

“Ouuu!!!” Aera squeals, ignoring the rest of her food as she turns to her dad with puppy eyes, “We go, we go, we go?” Taehyung chuckles at his daughter’s excitement.

“Sure!” Taehyung exclaims, Aera shoots out of her seat and runs up the stairs, “Wa- hey wait, baby where are you going?”

“Go change!” Her voice echoes and you hear the faint sound of a door shutting as the two of you stare at each other and giggle.

“Well, I guess we should hurry up then.” Taehyung says, shoveling the last piece of his food into his mouth, before standing up and making his way towards you, bending down to retrieve your empty plate and to give you a quick kiss to your lips, you happily returning it, “Morning, pretty.”

“Morning.” You whisper in a daze, watching him make his way to the sink, his back muscles flexing under his oversized shirt, bending down, and placing the dirty plates into the dishwasher. You quickly follow him towards his room and the two of you get ready to head out.

The two of you make your way to the bedroom to quickly get dressed to head out for the mall. You weren't really sure how long you'd be out anyways, but it was always nice to just walk about with Taehyung and Aera. So, that's what you had decided to do for the rest of the afternoon. Making your way downstairs, you were met with the little girl dressed in some jeans and a white shirt, giggling on the floor with Tannie.

"Weady!!!" Aera exclaims happily, as she shoots up from her spot, scarring Yeontan in the process, and quickly slipping on her shoes and bouncing her way to the door.

"Alright, ladies, lets gooo!" Taehyung says grabbing his keys off the counter and quietly slipping his hand into yours before the three of you set off for a day at the mall.

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After returning from your little adventure for the day, the three of you picked up some pizza before heading home; one large pizza with mushrooms and various types of meats (Taehyung's request).

You were all situated in the kitchen, happily munching on your pizzas, the sun outside setting, creating this magnificent glow reflecting off of the windows. It had been such a beautiful November day, the breeze was cool, the sun was out and not overbearingly hot, the birds were still chirping about, all in all it was a gorgeous day, and you couldn't have spent it with anyone better. Almost out of nowhere, Aera's eyes widened looking down at her outfit.

"Change!!!" She shrieks, setting her greasy pizza down, and bolting up the stairs.

"Aera!" Taehyung called for her, but to his dismay, she was already slamming the door to her room.

"Oh," You gasped, swallowing you food, "That's right, we have to get to the museum! I don't want to get there too, too late. Don't want security getting mad." You giggled, taking a sip of water before hopping off of the chair. Taehyung quickly shoves the rest of his slice into his mouth, following you up the stairs.

“Mmm, what should we wear?”

“Tae, it’s just us.” You giggled, “And I don’t really have any of my fancier clothing pieces here.” You begin shuffling around to find your yesterday’s clothes to put on, but Taehyung places his arm in front of you to stop looking around, “Wha—” You question him but it was cut short when he was interlacing your hands together while he walks you towards his massive walk-in closet. Your eyes widened at the sight that was in the middle of the room.

A gorgeous floor-length blush dress, a deep v cut to accentuate your ‘not too big but not too little’ chest that was decorated in beautiful rhinestones that covered the entirety of the neckline, beautiful thin spaghetti straps to hold the dress together, gorgeous slit a the side to showcase your legs; a great tactic to make you look much tall than you are. Beside it you see a sleek black box—a typical container that could hold shoes. Your mouth hangs open as you take in the amount of money Taehyung must’ve spent on each piece.

“Di-did you buy all this?” You asked turning to him, who was shyly smiling, “Taehyung… I can’t—”

“Hey,” Taehyung cups your face in his hands, “none of that, I wanted to… Can’t I spoil my girl?” Your head spins; my girl, it sounded so nice coming from his lips that you almost forget that you weren’t really his, like… You were but you weren’t, it’s not official, but it is? Whatever the case may be, the two of you were happy with how things were, why overcomplicate things and get upset over things that don’t need to be upset over?

Ignoring your thoughts and enjoying the idea that he just called you his girl again, you gave a gentle smile and humming into the kiss you pressed on his lips, “You really didn’t have to…” You mumbled against him, feeling his smile against you.

“I wanted to, baby. It’s okay.” He pats your bum, signaling you to head towards his gifts, obeying his request, you excitedly hurt over to the shoe box and your heart drops at how stunning the shoes are. The stunning heel’s soles are coated in red and the whole exterior is a champagne colour. You could cry—literally.

“C’mon, beautiful,” Taehyung pulls you closer to the goodies, “let’s get ready.”

After slipping into your dress and shoes, Taehyung was patiently waiting outside in his room, sporting a crisp white shirt, tucked into black dress pants and a black blazer—again, super simple, but nothing short of appealing. What you weren’t expecting was Aera to be sitting on his lap dressed in the same colour as you with her hair in pigtails.

“Wow!” Aera screeched look at you with wide eyes, leaving her dad behind she twirls around you with stars in her eyes, “You yook yike a pwincess!” Aera gushes, touching the soft fabric of the dress, clapping her hands.

“No, baby,” Taehyung says, scooping her up in his arms, “you, Ms. Aera, are the princess. I think Auntie Y/n is the queen tonight.” Blushing at his words, Aera’s face warps into confusion.

“Does dat make daddy a King?” Giggling to herself, Taehyung opens his mouth to reply when the doorbell goes off, surprising the three of you.

“I’ll go get it!” You smile, making your way down the steps and towards the front door. You weren’t really sure who Taehyung was expecting, but it sure as hell wasn’t this beautiful woman standing in chic white trousers and a blazer to match. You gazed at her to watch her own eyes widen at the sight of you, giving you a once over and seeing her visibly gulp in intimidation made you internally smirk.

“May I help you?” You asked staring at the dyed blonde haired woman, as she chokes out a cough.

“Oh—” She coughs again, “I’m looking for Kim Taehyung? I came to uh-drop these off…” She shuffles around inside her bag and pulls out a large amount of papers that were within a green folder. “They’re the custody papers, I signed.” It was your turn to widened your eyes.

This was Taehyung’s ex-girlfriend and the mother of Aera? It was no wonder the little girl was as beautiful as she was; it was no secret that Taehyung is a very handsome man, so you had assumed that all her looks were from him, but you hadn’t seen any pictures of her biological mother, but now that she stood right in front of you—it was obvious that Aera had the perfect ration between the two. Even though her mouth had the same boxy smile as Taehyung’s, it was her mother’s lips that she had; her nose too was from her, a beautiful nose bridge that you had only dreamed of having…

“Oh—uhm,” You hesitantly reach for the papers, bowing in respect, “I’ll hand these to him, th-thank you for stopping by…” You uttered out, Isla gave you a gentle smile.

“Of course, I’m happy to sign them… I’m glad Taehyung found someone to love and care for him and Aera.” Her gaze softens, “Thank you for being that for them.”

You were stunned—you had always known the typical baby mama situation—she’s supposed to be batshit crazy, was she not? So, why was she thanking you, let alone okay with you stepping into her place, practically stealing her title?

“I-uh”

“Y/n? What’s—” Taehyung comes up behind you to meet Isla’s gaze, “Isla? What are you—”

“She was dropping this off for you.” You handed him the documents that she had given to you just moments before he came. Quickly taking the papers out of your hands, he opens it and skims through it with a gentle smile.

“You’re positive you’re okay with this?” You watched as Isla shifts uneasily, nodding her head.

“I don’t deserve to be called a mother, Taehyung.” Isla sighs, “I never loved or treated her as if she was my child.” You felt your heart break. Regardless of how shitty she treated these two amazing people, you truly felt for her. You knew that she didn't want to entirely give up her rights to see her child, what mother would? But you could almost sense that she felt the need to in order for Taehyung to move on—move on with you. Surprising yourself and Isla (Taehyung included), you were clutching her hands in yours.

“You know it’s never too late,” You whispered, “She’s still a part of you, Isla. Just because you and Taehyung aren’t together anymore, doesn’t mean that you have to be out of her life completely.” You reasoned, “It just takes some work to get her to come around—work that you have to be willing to put in.”

Taehyung was stunned that you were okay with the idea of Aera’s birth mother still being in the picture, and to think that he couldn’t fall in love with you more—watching you try and save Isla from completely walking out, brought tears to the brim of his eyes. You love and compassion towards others really does warm his heart, you didn’t know this woman personally—only stories that Taehyung had told you, some of them not so nice, but here you were, openly giving Isla the option to not go through with the documents and to still be in Aera's life.

“If you’re worried about me being angry with you, with you wanting to stay in Aera’s life, don’t. I’m not like that. I want Aera to be happy, I want Taehyung to be happy, I want you to be happy,” You watch as tears cascades down Isla’s cheeks, “What happened in the past is the past, you can correct it; if what makes you happy is still seeing your daughter—even for just a few times a week—who are we to stand in the way of that? She is still yours.”

“I—” Isla chokes out a sob, “Taehyung, is-is it okay? May I still see her? She doesn’t need to call me mom… I know I am not the rightful heir to that title,” She smiles through tears as her eyes—that held a lot of admiration for you journeys to find your own, “You’ve caught an amazing girl, Tae… Who truly holds the right to have that title for our daughter.”

Smiling at Isla, you let go of her hands and sink back into Taehyung who gladly wraps his arms around you.

“I did..” He whispers, “Of course, Isla… We can work out the details another time, but I think it’ll do you and Aera good to be on good terms.”

Isla smiles, dabbing her eyes away from tears, “Thank you… Thank you—” She glances at you, expectantly.

“Y/n.” You grin.

“Thank you, Y/n…” She steps back, “Truly…. You two are beautiful together… I-my fiancé is waiting for me in the car, I should get going… Thank you again, both of you.” She turns to gaze at Tae, “We will talk soon about arrangements.” With that Taehyung’s ex-love heads towards the end of the driveway where a car awaited her, and soon enough, she's driving off.

“You’re amazing.” Taehyung whispers against your hair, gently tucking his fingers under your chin to bring your eyes to his.

“How?”

Taehyung stifles a laugh as he pecks your lips, “Even though you knew what she put me and Aera through, you still wanted her to be apart of her life, she doesn’t deserve the title, but yet you still wanted her to be someone to Aera, why?”

You don’t know the answer to that question, why did you salvage their relationship? You pondered the thought as soon as you watched Isla leave. You grin to yourself, “Because,” You stare up at him, “I know what it’s like to grow up without one parent—and I don’t want her to regret her decision the way my dad did; the only difference is that Isla isn’t too late to fix her relationship with Aera… My dad—” You paused, smiling sadly, “our relationship was too broken to salvage.”

Taehyung brushes a piece of your hair away as the two of you stand underneath the stars. Your mind wanders to what your life would be like if you hadn’t met Taehyung in the park… Would you be as happy as you are now? Would you have found someone who shows you a tremendous amount of love, like he does?

Does he love you the way you do him?

“Where’s Aera?” You ask gently, the two of you now swaying in beat with the warm wind that danced around your bodies like a melody. He arms had drifted to wrapping around your waist, while your arms had snaked around his neck. Neither of you had retreated back into the house after your encounter with his ex, but you weren’t sure if you wanted this to end—the moonlight on the two of you like a spotlight, swaying to the sound of the wind whistling in your ears, while you held onto him. The November night was kind; not too cold for you to be shivering, but it wasn’t warm either, but being in Taehyung’s arms like this—you felt warmer than you’ve ever felt in your entire life.

“She fell asleep as soon as I started rubbing her head because she claimed her pigtails hurt.” He mocks her toddler voice, earning a giggle from you, while he chuckles.

“Guess you didn’t have to buy me all this stuff huh?” You asked gesturing down to the newly bought items that he splurged on. Taehyung threw his head back in laughter, shaking his head.

“I regret nothing.” He then pauses to just stare at you. Heart eyed. Taehyung takes in your alluring figure, how the dress fit you beautifully hugging every curve and dip, making you look delicate, yet so sexy. The way your shoes gave you some height—yet not enough to come close to him, where you still need to tip toe to reach his lips, the way your doe eyes stare up at him in wonder—pure fascination. He admired you, the way you could hold your own without him, how you give so much love to those around you, and how much love you give to those that are close—he loves all of you. From the top of your head to all the way down to you toes—Taehyung loves you. Every inch of you, every side of you, he loves you. He knows that for sure—he’s known that, but tonight, the way you have always treated Aera as if she was your own and the way you wanted to keep a good relationship between her and her birth mother—Taehyung can’t express how much he adored you for that—for all that you do for them.

Tonight though, it was apparent that he didn’t want you going anywhere; and you didn’t want him going anywhere. Tonight, the both of you realized how well you two worked—you’ve both always know, but tonight solidified that you both were ready to do life together—officially.

“I love you.”

Taehyung whispers causing your heart to beat rapidly against your chest at the words you've always known you felt; but hearing the words escape his lips with so much confidence made your heart swell, “I really do love you, Y/n. I have for a while.” He shyly states, continuing to sway with you, “I want to do this with you, to do life with you—officially.”

“What exactly are you asking, Mr. Kim?” You teased, leaning away from him to catch a glimpse of mischief in his eyes, pulling you flush against him.

“I want you to be my girlfriend.” He states, bending down to brush his lips against yours.

“Label and all?” You questioned, quirking an eyebrow.

“Label and all.” Taehyung confirms, his signature boxy grin gracing his angelic face.

“Then, yes; I’ll gladly be yours.”

As if he couldn’t wait, Taehyung’s lips were crashing down onto yours. The sweet taste of his lips that you had grown familiar with for quite some time now, has grown to be your comfort. The way he holds you with so much gentleness, almost scared that you’d shatter into a million pieces if he wasn’t careful. After a long few months of confusion to clarity, to more confusion, and now finally the fog seemed to have cleared, and all you could set your sights on was this man and a little girl who has changed your life for the better.

You weren’t sure where this crazy ride was about to lead you, but you didn’t care; as long as it was with them, you wanted it all.

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