Little Peach *Completed*

Christmas Morning

Taehyung's POV

"Oof!" I groan as I'm suddenly awakened by a certain little jumping on my back.

"Eeeeek! TaeTae Santa's beened! Lookit!" Gracie squeals excitedly in my ear shaking my shoulders.

"Sweetheart, I can't see anything if you're sitting on my back like that." I chuckle lowly, if this is her reaction to a little stocking, we're in for an interesting day.

"Oops! Sowwy TaeTae!" She apologises slipping off and laying next to me, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"It's ok Gracie, why don't you go and brush your teeth, and then you can open your stocking?" I encourage, knowing that this may be the only time we ever get her to willingly brush her own teeth without a tantrum first.

I see the little cogs in her head turning as she weighs up her options, but I'm not surprised when she jumps off the bed and scurries into the en suite without another word from me.

I sit up in bed and stretch, rubbing my eyes free of sleep before checking the time on my phone. 7:23, she did good staying asleep that long.

We'd all agreed that we'd be up for 8am, knowing that most of us had been up during the night adding the final touches, or in my case ensuring that Little Miss Snoopy Pants didn't manage to slip out of her room.

My thoughts are swiftly interrupted by the sound of excited squeals as Gracie rushes back out of the bathroom with toothpaste all round her mouth, her little hands clapping excitedly as she bounces on the spot at the end of the bed.

"Gracie, you have toothpaste sort of...everywhere..." I laugh, her face now sporting a confused frown.

"Come here sweetheart, I'll help you." I open my arms waiting for her to come to me.

Her eyes flick from the stocking to me, from me to the stocking, before finally settling on me and scrambling into my lap facing me an expectant look on her face.

"How did you manage to get it everywhere but in your mouth?" I ask warmly.

"Daddy, pwease clean! I wants my pwesents!" She begs with a pout, but I'm no longer focusing on her toothpaste stained face, I'm too busy replaying what she just called me in my head.

Daddy?

Gracie's POV

"Daddy, pwease clean! I wants my pwesents!" I pout, dat uswally works.

I thinked TaeTae broked, he just bwinking at me. I knows! I poke him!

I poke his nose. Nuffin. I poke his cheeks. Nuffin. I poke his tummy. Nuffin. Hmph.

Uh...imma get Joonie, he fix TaeTae and I cans has pwesents.

"Wait Daddy! I gets Joonie, he fix you!" I explain.

Imma not go into the woom, Joonie's woom a wittle stinky, I cans shout.

"JOOOOONNNIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!"

I hears a bang and a wude word, must tell Jinnie, and then...Joonie!

"What, what's wrong baby girl?! Are you hurt?!"

"Daddy's broked, can Joonie fix?"

"Who's Daddy?"

Namjoon's POV

"JOOOOONNNIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Shit shit fuck shit!

I throw myself out of bed at the sudden high pitched rendition of my name, tripping over who knows what and crashing to the floor. "Shit!" I groan before scrambling to my feet and rushing to the source of the glass shattering noise.

"What, what's wrong baby girl?! Are you hurt?!" I exclaim as I kneel in front of Gracie, her hands on her hips looking at me with confusion.

"Daddy's broked, can Joonie fix?"

"Who's Daddy?" I ask equally confused.

She sighs exaggeratedly and rolls her eyes before tugging at my hand to follow her into her room.

"Daddy." She points at Tae on the bed. His expression is one of shock, he's just staring into space not acknowledging either of us.

"Uh, he does look a little broken...what happened?" I ask with a frown, waving my hand in front of his face.

"Dunno...ask Daddy for help, den nuffin...can I has my pwesents now?" She pleads holding her little stocking with wide eyes.

"Sure baby girl, why don't you take it into Jinnie and get him to help you?" I suggest, needing to get to the bottom of why Taehyung is now a living statue.

"Otay! Tank you Joonie!" Gracie beams before running into the hallway to find Jin.

"Hey, Tae. Earth to Tae..." I snap my fingers in front of his face.

"She...she..." he mumbles, his eyes shining with tears.

"She what? Taehyung you're scaring me a little, what the fuck happened?" I beg quietly, not wanting Gracie to hear my panic if she walks back in.

"She...called me...Daddy." He gulps, a single tear rolling down his cheek.

"Oh...ok...is that...not what you...wanted?" I ask, kind of confused by his reaction, I was more surprised it had taken her this long to give him that honour.

"I...didn't think...what does..." he can't even string a sentence at this point.

"What does it mean? It means she sees you as her main caregiver, you're Gracie's Daddy in her eyes. You saved her, you protect her, you look after her, you love her. You're her Daddy." I encourage, a warm smile on my face, my hand giving his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

He finally looks up at me, his eyes shining with happiness. "I'm Gracie's Daddy." He beams.

Jin's POV

"Jinnie lookit!" Gracie whispers in my ear, her breath tickling.

"Little Peach, why are you not with TaeTae?" I ask confused and still half asleep.

"Daddy broked, but Joonie fix. Lookit Jinnie, pwesents!" She babbles jumping up next to me on my bed.

Wait...Daddy?

I shake my head sitting up, assuming in my sleepy haze I misheard the sweet alarm clock who just woke me up.

"Wow look at that stocking Little Peach, what a lucky girl!" I encourage, her little eyes shining with awe as she takes a little peak inside.

"Can I has now Jinnie? Pwease?!" She blinks at me wide eyed, her bottom lip poking out.

"Of course Little Peach, go ahead." I nod, smiling as I watch her carefully reach her hand into her pink fluffy stocking.

"Is squish!" She squeals pulling out the first small present, carefully tugging at the wrapping paper to reveal what is underneath. Her eyes light up as she pulls out a small penguin stuffy that will be easy for her to always carry round with her even when she goes out. We're aware that Grace doesn't like to be little in public, but she can carry this stuffy with her discreetly for comfort if she ever needs it.

"Tank you Santa!" She shouts to the ceiling, my heart swelling at how adorable she is over one present.

"Keep going!" I encourage, bringing her attention to her still very full stocking.

"Is more?!" She whisper-shouts in shock.

"Oh Little Peach, there's so much more."