#happy birthday you old man muah muah

[ariadneslament]

HEY, YOU, YEAH, YOU!

Happy 40th birthday, my favourite cowboy and weeb ( ˘ ³˘) 💕

To the moon and back ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡🌙⋆😚😚😚(ꈍᴗꈍ)♡🩷

[silverselfshippingchaos]

WAIT WAIT WAIT VIK HAS A CANON BIRTHDAY?!?!?!

[yukiwrites]

His Two Most Precious

For Corrianderweek, Day 3: Bonding Moment. LONG TIME NO KATERINA!! My baby girl!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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There was always a larger influx of work and reports to read during the weeks preceding any of the Royals’ birthdays, most of all the King’s.

Thus, Xander spent more time than usual cooped up in his study, going over piles and piles of documents each and every day. Of course, so did Kamui, but she was one to know when to take her proper breaks so the people saw the Queen around the castle much more often than they did the King.

Throughout their years (over a decade!) of marriage, Xander had grown resistant to Kamui’s invitations to take breaks, be they family rated or not, so the Queen had to resort to her trump card…

“Toc, toc, toctocTooc!” A youthful, almost baby-like voice sounded at the same time a chubby hand did the set of knocks specially devised for her. The guard on duty outside fidgeted, wanting to open the door as it was his role, but being told not to.

From the inside, Xander tilted his head to the side in confusion. “Katerina?” He asked the empty room, being answered by the youngest princess of Nohr right outside.

“Caan Katie come inn, Papa?” She asked adorably, in a way that Xander could already picture how she was standing on the tips of her toes and swaying her fluffy dress around.

“Of course, my precious princess. Come on in.” The King immediately let go of his pen to welcome his youngest child midway to the room, opening his arms to pick her up.

Before he could, however, Katerina hopped inside and opened a rolled up sheet of paper, yelling a, “ta-dAH! Happy birthdee, Papa!”

“Oh?” Xander chuckled, wearing the warmest and fondest expression only found on a parent who deeply loved their children. “What priceless piece of art! Is that me?” He kneeled in front of the little girl, prompting her to sit on his knee and let him take the drawing so she could point to each of the hairy stick figures she had drawn with crayon.

“Here is Papa, me, Mama, bibig bro and big bro! I made Papa’s crown reaaally big here!” She kicked her chubby legs, making her curly, golden hair bounce around her pointy ears.

“Indeed, you have managed to capture me perfectly, my precious princess. May I keep this with me here?” He rolled the paper back, gesturing to his desk, intending on keeping the drawing in the drawer closest to his arm so it could be within his reach anytime he wanted to look at it.

“Mhm!” Katerina nodded as she wrapped both short arms around her father’s neck, squeezing him in a warm and loving hug. Xander reciprocated the gesture immediately, getting up as he held the little girl with one arm, safely holding her drawing with the other. He walked back to his desk, sitting upon the comfy chair by it so he could safely place the wonderful piece of art inside the drawer.

As he bent sideways to do so, Katerina made herself comfortable on top of his desk -- specifically making of the many important documents of the kingdom as her seat of honor. Usually, the one who would sit on his desk to distract him from work would be-

Wait just a moment…

From the corner of Xander’s eyes, he saw that the door to his study remained ajar, despite him knowing full well that was supposed to be a guard on duty standing right outside. As a rule, it was the soldier’s job to open the door for the guests and close it behind them, so there was no understandable reason for him not to do this single task of his job, unless there was someone of a higher rank than him standing right there to impede him from doing it.

“Say, Katerina?” That line of thought took less than half a second to conconte, so the young princess had barely set her fluffy dress atop his documents when he opened his mouth.

The little girl’s bright, red eyes that looked so much like her mother’s darted straight to Xander, being accompanied by a large, missing-a-tooth grin that somehow managed to melt the King’s heart even further. “Papa?”

“Did someone tell you to come here to do this? My birthday is only two days from now, after all.” He glanced from the princess to the door, wondering if he could catch a glimpse of what was behind that slight crack.

As matter-of-factly a 3-year-old could be, Katerina simply pointed to the door and said, “Mama!”

“C-cough!” Something behind the door moved, making Xander’s gaze catch a glimpse of a blue dress.

Pressing his lips so as to hide a smirk that fought to grow on his lips, Xander cleared his throat, managing to ask with a semi-sarcastic, mostly-fond tone: “Would you care to join us, Kamui?”

Xander could feel the tension coming from beyond the door, which made his hard-fought smirk win half of the battle, giving him an annoyed look to the normal onlooker. To his family, however? They could see that he was fighting back the urge to laugh the moment any of them laid eyes on him.

Kamui awkwardly popped her head inside the study, smiling as though caught red-handed. “Heehee, you caught me!”

“Mama!” Katerina bounced on her seat of documents. “Mama, Mama!”

The couple exchanged glances that carried the words of a man and woman who had been together for the largest part of their lives. See that? She’s calling me so I’m going over now, Kamui giggled innocently, knowing that her husband would see through her ruse right away. We will need to talk later, was the only message Xander’s gaze sent through, but Kamui simply smiled as though to ignore it and quickly headed towards the bouncing little girl.

“Katie heard everyone say it’s Papa’s birthdee, but it’s not! Did Mama say wrong?”

Kamui coughed once again, caught in her ruse by their too-smart 3-year-old. “M-Mama only meant that Papa was too busy with the preparations for this birthday party, my little pumpkin. Thank you for coming here and reminding him to take a break, okay?”

“Mhm!” The little girl nodded vehemently, but stopped it just as fast, “AH!”

Startled out of their skins, the parents each placed one hand on either of Katerina’s shoulders to assess how she was, but the princess simply widened her sparkling eyes as she looked at her mother.

“Bumpkin!” She waved energetically, “Nanny said there was bumpkin snack today!”

Xander and Kamui both breathed out in relief, the Queen placing one hand over her chest as the King stroked his thumb on Katerina’s arm in an act of fondness.

“Are you going to eat lots of pumpkins, my little pumpkin?” Kamui squeezed the little girl’s chubby cheeks, receiving a loud giggle and happy kicks in response.

“Mhm!” She nodded to Kamui, then immediately turned to Xander, opening her arms as though asking for upsies. “Papa, take me!”

Blinking, Xander was stunned for half a second before narrowing his eyes to his wife.

It wasn’t my idea, her eyes said, though her mouth let out a gurgling snort as her hands did a thumbs-up for her daughter’s wit. Noticing how her husband was about to give in, she joined the act by hugging Katerina and showing Xander the exact same look the little girl was giving him. “Take me too, Xander?” She pouted adorably, knowing that she would answer for this later.

“Take meeee, Papa!” Katerina insisted, pushing Kamui away so as to open her arms once again for her father.

Xander further narrowed his eyes as he reached for Katerina, promptly putting her on his arms and getting up from his seat. “I’m afraid I will not be able to take you, my Queen, as my arms are occupied with one princess already.”

Kamui grinned widely. “I suppose I must concede defeat, then. But I must ask for a fee for this travesty.” She tapped on his free arm, asking him to bend down to her short height so she could place a kiss upon his lips.

Not being able to hide his smile anymore, Xander simply did as his wife said and welcomed her kiss with open lips and closed eyes.

“Chuu, chuu, chuu!” Katerina imitated kissy sounds, wanting her to be the next receiver of smooches.

Gurgling a giggle under Xander’s lips, Kamui smiled as their kiss turned into smaller ones until she was able to speak. “Muah, muah, muah for Katie too!” The Queen pulled her little girl’s cheeks closer to her, covering her with loud and wet kisses.

Xander placed a patient peck on Katerina’s forehead after Kamui was done disheveling the princess’ hairdo, slicking the curly hair back with his free hand. After he was done, his Queen took the arm within her own, wanting to be escorted to the tea room alongside their daughter.

“Bumpkin, bumpkin!” Katerina chanted, kicking her tiny feet as Xander made his way out of the room with Kamui in tow. The guard that was supposed to be there had been probably relieved of his duties for the day by Kamui, but that was a matter for him to talk to her another time.

For now, he would enjoy this moment to bond with the most important women of his life, two days before his birthday. 

[labyrithn-blog]

kaidan doesn’t bring attention to it, but every birthday charles gets to celebrate is another year that he’s *made it,* against all odds - and for that, he celebrates more than he ever would care to for himself. and he knows little eli is the same way. with a tray of breakfast waiting on the end table, he wakes charles up with the most tender of kisses to his lips. “happy birthday, mi corazón,” he says, “i love you so much, mm? now: i hope you’re hungry. little eli helped with breakfast.”

charles  doesn’t  bring  attention  to  it,   either   —   but,   every  birthday  that  he  gets  to  celebrate  feels  like  the  backwards  tick  of  a  countdown  to  the  day  that  his  failing  body  finally  gives  up  for  good.   (   How  old  is  he  now,   anyway?   A  little  more  than  halfway  to  forty,   but  he  feels  like  he’s  a  hundred  and  five   /   feels  like  ashes  in  an  urn  gathering  dust.   )

He  knows  better  than  to  be  so  fatalistic.He  also  knows  that  it’s  hard  to  be  anything  else  when  you  were  never  supposed  to  live  past  infancy.

A  gentle  pressure  atop  his  lips  rouses  him  from  slumber,   and  he  opens  his  eyes  to  a  blurry  spectre  of  Kaidan’s  face  wishing  him  a  happy  birthday. 

Happy  birthday,   Dad!

Little  Eli’s  voice  sounds  off  beside  him,   happier  than  Charles  has  heard  in  a  while,   and  his   (   failing   )   heart  aches  for  everything  that  he  and  his  health  have  put  his  son  through.

❝   Hey,   sweetheart!   No  school  today?   ❞

Nope.   Papá  let  me  stay  home. 

The  boyish  glint  in  his  eye  is  a  giveaway  that  he’s  teasing,   and  Charles  musses  his  beautiful  curls,   can’t  help  the  way  that  he  coughs  into  his  shoulder  because  his  chest  always  aches  so  much  in  the  morning!   (   Eli  curls  further  into  him,   perches  an  ear  atop  that  horrid  divot  in  his  chest  in  the  way  that  he’s  come  to  do  when  he  wants  to  listen  to  Charles’s  heart   /   to  ensure  that  it’s  still  working.   )

The  weather’s  too  bad,   he  amends,   in  a  voice  that’s  smaller  than  before,   sadder.

❝   That’s  right,   ❞   Charles  says,   with  a  kiss  to  the  top  of  Elijah’s  head.   ❝   I  remember  hearing  about  that.   ❞   He  exhales  an  exaggeratedly  defeated  sigh.   ❝   Guess  that  means  no  going  out  and  partying,   huh?   ❞

You’re  too  old  to  party,   Eli  quips  back   — and,   Charles  is  just  grateful  that  he  can  hear  humor  in  his  voice  again.

He’s  just  about  to  reach  for  his  glasses  when  Blurry  Kaidan  appears  once  again,   slides  the  arms  of  the  frames  behind  his  ears,   and  he  thanks  No-Longer-Blurry  Kaidan  with  another  kiss  and  a  charmed  laugh.

I  hope  you’re  hungry.   Little  Eli  helped  with  breakfast.

Eli  doesn’t  reply,   just  reaches  for  the  remote  and  turns  on  the  TV,   searches  for  his  favorite  early  morning  cartoon.

❝   I  am  hungry!   Thank  you,   guys.   ❞

Another  kiss  to  Kaidan’s  cheek,   and  a  trio  of  kisses  atop  Elijah’s  head   —   complete  with  the  embarrassing  muah!   sound  that  makes  the  boy  giggle  and  squirm. 

You’re  welcome.   Papá  wouldn’t  let  me  put  chocolate  chips  in  them,   though.

❝   Good  call,   Papá.   Sweets  are  too  sweet  when  you’re  as  old  as  I  am.   ❞

Elijah  shifts  to  a  sitting  position  to  allow  Kaidan  to  position  the  tray  over  Charles’s  lap,   and  Charles  pats  the  empty  space  beside  him,   a  wordless  invitation  for  Kaidan  to  sit.

❝   Thank  you,   ❞   he  says  again,   somber  and  sweet,   punctuates  it  with  one  final  kiss  before  digging  in.   It  isn’t  long  before  Elijah’s  head  falls  onto  Charles’s  shoulder,   and  his  breathing  evens  out  in  a  manner  that  suggests  that  he  wasn’t  quite  prepared  to  wake  up  this  early  on  a  free  day  off  from  school.   Charles  gently  plucks  the  remote  from  the  boy’s  hand,   passes  it  to  Kaidan  to  allow  the  man  to  change  the  channel  as  he  sees  fit,   finishes  his  breakfast  amidst  idle  chatter   (   —   and  idle  kisses,   careful  not  to  jostle  little  sleeping  Eli.   )

❝   That  was  delicious,   my  love   —   not  that  that  surprises  me.   But,   I  assume  you  and  Eli  have  something  else  up  your  sleeves  that  will  surprise  me.   ❞   A  smile,   another  kiss,   and  a  barely-suppressed  cough.   ❝   At  least  I  still  have  a  few  hours  to  prepare  for  that.   In  the  meantime,   wanna   …   watch  a  movie?   You  can  choose.   I  love  you,   Kaidan,   and  I  couldn’t  think  of  a  better  way  to  spend  my  birthday  than  just  staying  in  bed  with  my  two  favorite  people.   ❞   @bioticiisms​!

[blondediggity]

Hello world,

As you may know from my previous post, my beloving heart decided that its time for him to go to heaven and be with his uncle and daddy on Vicky’s birthday (way to make an exit son! )

Pookie caught the biggest stroke ever on dec 26, 2019. He healed from that greatly, BUTTTTT there were some post-stroke problems. He started wearing diapers, he walks in circles (donut man), take multiple meds, and has to be watched every day by someone—-grandma or aunties. Thats when he went to work mostly every day with his grandma. But as far as his health, it wasn’t bad. He still was living and he was still pookie. On oct 11, 2020, he caught a seizure that i think left him paralyzed. He stopped walking. He’ll try to walk and then he’ll just drop straight to the ground. He’s a fighter and will keep on trying. Before that, he was wearing size 3 diaper, but i had to switch back to size 4 because he couldn’t get up to pee anymore. He would lay back down. And by him laying down and peeing, it would leak through. So size 4 did the job. He was still eating and drinking a lot of water, it was just his mobility were limited.

The following weekend ( 24th and 25th), we stayed home all day in the east because thai was exposed to a covid. He rested and hanged out with his cousins. That was in deed our last weekend together. Lots of cuddling, snuggling and LOVE. Tuesday his aunt-tity (because he loves to sleep on her tits—i even get jealous at times) babysat him. He slept throughout. He she worried that he slept all day and didn’t eat. We got home that night and i made him eat. He ate, not a lot nor a little...just enough. The next day (wed morning), he woke up at 4-5am-ish. He sat there next to me awake. I went back to sleep. He was a bit whiny so i put him on his bed on the floor and he went to sleep. Usually when i wake up at 550am to get ready, he would be asleep. This time he was awake, but kinda sleepy still. I gave him his meds at 620am. Went walk Gucci. Before i left, he let out a bark and i went to hold him. He rested his small nugget head on my shoulder. It was as if he didn’t want me to go work and to stay home and snuggle with him. I hugged him, kissed him and told him: mommie has to go work, con. Grandma will take care of u ok? MUAH MUAH MUAH!!* I went to work feeling a little worried. So, i called my mom at 9am-ish to see how he was doing. Usually i dont call that early. I either call her during lunch at 1130am or none at all. She said he was fine. But did say he a little vocal today. An hour later, Xuan called me and said HE CAUGHT A SEIZURE AND PASSED. At that time, i really didn’t think he passed and was hoping for the best. I finished my work and left in a hurry at 10am to mom’s store. Went to mom’s store and he was barely holding on. I cried and Vicky told me to say my peace. I did. Miraculously, he came back. He responded to my voice. His eyes blinked and was moving back and forth. His body felt a little more alive than 5 mins ago. 20-30 mins passed, and he was stable. Tired but stable. Me and Jen decided to go back to east. Went home and baby dawg drank water and moved! We were so happy!! I felt like he was gonna be ok for now. Work was busy and i felt bad. Jen was so sweet. She decided to stay at moms house to baby sat him. So i decided to go back to work. She called me maybe an hour later and said his seizure happened again. I rushed home and my baby dawg passed at 250pm on oct 21, 2020. 😢🥺.

The world stopped. Our hearts are broken and taken from us.

The aunties came home to mom’s house. Thai came to help dig a grave for Pookie. I was torn between cremation (reluctantly) or burial. Eventually i went with burial in mom’s backyard because pOokie has been a long resident and king of that house. It’s his home. He hung on to his dear life to die peacefully at home. So i felt like i made the best decision of burying him at home. We talked to him. Cried a bunch. And buried him around 630pm.

Our hearts really left with him. I cried for days. Took off work for 4 days to get myself together. Thank goodness i did, i would not be able to hold it together. By Monday, i was nervous to go back to work. But i did well. He gave me the strength to do it. My heart feels empty because i miss him so much. He has to go eventually. He was almost 18 years old. Blind. Paralyzed. It was just time. Yes, i understand that... but i wish he was with me forever.

I love him so much. And he knows we love him too. Thats why he is the way he is! Crazy and spoiled.

[namjoonchronicles]

little | nj

↪pairing: namjoon x you ↪ author’s note: happy birthday, husband! I hope you stay amazing, and continue to bless us with your music, and poise and grace. There’s literally no one else on this world that could make me swoon the way you do. I love you, Kim Namjoon. /muah/

What a pretty set of teeth. Namjoon gushes over old snippets of you while riding the bus. 

The heavy traffic didn't bother him one bit, although he was impatient to meet his love on this good day. Sun was out, sky is clear blue, just celebrating it with him. He gave up his seat since the last stop, to a senior citizen who smiled adoringly back at him as she gathers her groceries in her lap. "Where are you off to, young man?" She asked.

"Meeting my girlfriend." He proudly say. His dimples show as he bowed as a sign of respect. One look at him and people would acknowledge how well he's been raised. That's just how he is. Not an ounce of pretense ellicit from him. Namjoon is pure and kind. And he's in love. It shows all over his face. His thumb skims through the list of videos in the gallery he specifically named; Moon Child. If he had to choose his favourite videos of you, he would pick the one you shot while you were in Bangkok, that goes:

"I don't know where I am." A worried look across your face was so adorable to Namjoon. "I think I've been down this street a few minutes ago, and faces are starting to look the same. I'm panicking. I am never, ever, ever going on a vacation without my navigator ever again. Namjoon, if I'm booking a flight without you, you may stop me." The sighs that left your mouth was so cute, Namjoon felt his heart melting at every passing second of that video of you being lost. You had the habit of biting your lips when you get nervous and it makes Namjoon a complete fool for you. The video ended 15 seconds later.

"What do you mean, what are we talking about." You scowled at your phone while nephew is knocking down a tower of tissue boxes in the mart. And on the phone was Jimin, who sounded relatively calm and composed compared to you, "You know, I can't make a choice. Theses are all really good..." Your attentions on Jimin was fading away as your throat goes dry to the side of Taegi (your nephew) climbing into a freezer as you try to clean up after him, "...hold on, Jimin--Taegi! Taegi, you stop right now. Get down from there..." You growled from afar, sandwiching the phone in between your ear and shoulders.

"A choice for what, Jimin..." You huffed into the phone and snatched Taegi by his waist and he gurgled. "The gift. Namjoon-hyung's birthday gift. It's his birthday today." Jimin exclaimed, tilting his plastic cup to get a sip and before he could listen to your respond, the call ended. By you. "Majestic timing, really." You rolled your head back, letting go of Taegi. Will he hate you for not preparing anything? You should have checked the calendars before you blindly agree on the baby-sitting. "Taegi, don't lick the floor. Don't eat that, it's not food! Taegi!" You hissed.

Carrying a bag of groceries and holding Taegi's hand, you saw Namjoon at your door, sitting by the doorsill, playing with his phone. You slapped a smile on your face when he turned his gaze on you, while standing up. He towered above you, planting  a sweet kiss on your forehead while you defended yourself in a hurry, "I didn't forget..." To which Namjoon responded by biting his smile, picking Taegi up from the floor and into his arms, like it was the most normal thing to do. "Umm, yes you did. And it's fine." He planted another kiss on your temple and unlocked the doors for you. "You could have go in, why wait outside." The paper bug ruffles at every movement you made as you followed Namjoon from behind.

"...It's rude to enter a house without the owner." Namjoon passed. Taegi gave Namjoon a lollipop full of his saliva. He's probably had enough of it and if you think Namjoon would throw it away like other normal people would when kids hands them things, you were wrong. Because Namjoon gladly took them in his mouth and puts Taegi down. Taegi, your three year-old nephew flops down into the couch with the rest of his stuffed toys, cuddling as if he hadn't just trashed down the half of the mart. "I think he's sleepy." Namjoon said, examining Taegi's body language. "He should be, I had to clean half of the place because of him." You said, setting some fruits out from the paper bag and onto the counter.

“It’s scary how he’s so similar to Taehyung. Hugging things if he wants to sleep soundly. Even his name is very Taehyung-like.” Namjoon giggled short as Taegi approaches him, with droopy set of eyes and his bottle of milk.

Taegi curls into Namjoon's lap and your boyfriend just rubbed the little one’s head, easing him to sleep. "I'm gonna make you a seaweed soup." And Namjoon just smiled back, "There's really no need for you to, I just came to see you because I missed you." That was untrue. Staying with the boys didn't feel like a good way to spend the day because they're loud and all they do is play game. A nonchalant birthday wish and half-hearted meals was what chasing Namjoon's away. He'd rather spend the day with you. "We could have gone to movies or have cute lunch dates, but you had to watch me be unattractive, sweaty and pissed off by the fact that the mart didn't have the right size of chocolate bars."

Setting the pot on the stove, you let the water boil before adding some chopped garlic, dried anchovies and onions. "I think I'm going to put him in an actual bed now." You heard Namjoon say and watched him carry Taegi tenderly. His actions just oozing father-quality which actually makes you imagine if you one day marry him and watch him carry your child just like that, oh what a magnificent sight it will be?

He wanted to join you cooking and you let him. Despite his friend's warning you not to. In the midst of relationships with Namjoon learnt a lot of things. 

Namjoon gradually learns cooking with you. He gets the easy task first. Like soaking the dried seaweed in filtered water until it swells and turns glossy. Washing the dishes you used. Help fetching things. "You can set the table right birthday-boy?" You purposely slide your hand around his waist as you passed him a flirtatious smile. Namjoon grinned and nodded. He felt so welcomed here. His friends calls him, God of Destruction; because he destroys everything he touches. And because of that same reason, he was banned from entering the kitchen at dorm. He acts like it's no big deal for him but really, he was hurt. He just couldn't say it out loud. Because, egos.

And you weren't exactly a champ in the kitchen, you just have your know-hows from being single for too long before you met Namjoon. So you know the rough basics, and being with Namjoon, imagining married life with him actually made you want to learn cooking more. Looking at him eating your food so appetizingly became your ultimate kink. Besides, teaching Namjoon how to cook can be extra fun too. You get accidental touches, non-accidental touches, make Namjoon feel good about himself and the lots. Fixing his chopping onion position, the way he holds a knife or how to peel the potatoes and watching him getting cross-eyed from it, feeds your motherly feels.

Looking at him trying so hard at something so new to him, combusts you. In a good way.

And today, you saw a different side of him. The fatherly side of him.

Taegi was awake when you both are finally eating, and the little boy just waddled lazily down the hallway and leaned his tummy on Namjoon's knees. Namjoon quickly placed him on his lap and feed him some food, cooing. "You must be hungry, little man." He wipes the dripping soup from Taegi's mouth with his bare hands, just as you were about to hand him tissue wipes. "You want eggs, buddy?" He asked, and nipped the between his chopsticks. You couldn't stop watching. He literally shrink his voice cutely and awkwardly. "Taegi is so cute when he's dazed." He commented. "And you're cute when you go all daddy-like." You shot, immediately.

Taegi relaxes his entire back on Namjoon's chest and with the same spoon Taegi was eating from, Namjoon took a mouthful of rice to his own. "Oh, wow, I can't watch this anymore. You shouldn't be sharing spoons with a child...He's not yours." You flustered and started to leave the table to take a new set of bowls and spoon for Taegi. "Why not, you always say he's a picky eater... He eats really well sharing spoons with me. Let me enjoy this. This is the greatest gift anyone could ever give me." Namjoon nuzzled his nose to Taegi chubby cheeks. Taegi was eating appetizingly, it looks like he could use another bowl of rice.

"We'll have a proper celebration after Taegi is gone." You propped an elbow as Namjoon placed a meat on top of the rice he was about to feed Taegi. "...This is the celebration." He mumbled and urging Taegi to open his mouth. "You need to stay over tonight." You said. "Taegi will tire us both. His parents are coming home tomorrow." You explained. "You mean I get to have more time with Taegi and pretend to be a father? Yes!" Namjoon beamed. "You are the cutest. It's your birthday and you want to change diapers?" You giggled.

"...In five years to come. I want to do the same thing." He said and then tipped his gaze at you, "...But with my own child."

"Our child." He added. Oh Lord, help. Can he be any cuter?