vegas, baby.

Five teeny, soft little fingers wrapped around one of yours. Driving peacefully for almost twenty minutes, you were grateful for the quiet ride, yet disappointed your seven month old sweetie didn't take this opportunity to nap. Instead, your baby girl was lifting her head out of her carseat to peer out the window, enthralled by the Vegas lights that were shining bright as the night grew closer. She sang out an occasional coo when something was particularly interesting. Usually it was just the street lights whizzing by, but this time she shrieked, making you jump where you sat beside her.

"Goodness," You chuckle, bouncing her hand that was grasping onto your middle finger like it was her job. You were relieved it wasn't your necklace, or your earrings. Anything shiny and dangling was her favorite thing at the moment, and your poor ears paid the price. At least she'd grown out of her hair ripping phase, you'd totally take broken jewelry over headaches any day.

At this red light she so happily squealed at, you followed her eyes to where she was staring intently and held yourself back from copying her screech.

Vegas was painted fucking purple.

Using your other hand, you pull out your phone and start a video, recording your girl's content expression before panning to the window, taking in everything Vegas had to offer. It was beautiful, and filled you with absolute joy. In just a few minutes you'd be back in your boyfriend's arms, and your girl in her father's.

"Dada," You say softly, catching her attention. She turned her chin, giving you a big smile. Always such a calm, happy little girl. Her father thanked you for that, knowing damn well her smiley personality didn't come from him which you were ready to defend every time. If anyone was the calm, unbothered, unpredictably silly one it was definitely Yoongi.

"De... De..." Your baby stammered, trying to mimic you. You've been working on 'dada' since Yoongi left two weeks ago, but she still hasn't been able to pick it up. She was fluent in 'mama's' and the occasionally surprising 'Kookie' that sounded more like 'Koo-hee', but had come out clear as day one night while you and Yoongi were snuggled up with her in your bed.

Side by side in the center of the bed underneath the fluffy white duvet, Yoongi had your little one on his lap, making faces at her that had her belly laughing like you'd never heard before. It was late, close to midnight. Yoongi had gotten home later than expected from a rehearsal for Vegas with the guys. At seven months your girl was on a schedule, and she was, again, like her father and adored her sleep, however tonight was special. Yoongi was leaving for Vegas in a couple of days, and you'd both be without him for two weeks before you were flown out to see the show, so you didn't mind keeping her up to soak up as much time with her daddy as she could. Partially, you did it for yourself. You knew that if she was up, he'd stay up, giving you more time as well.

"You are so silly," Yoongi said, then stuck his tongue out and squeezed his eyes shut, getting her to crack another giggle, "Can't wait for her to be around the guys again." He sighs, bouncing her up and down for a second. She ate it up, her big, toothless smile wide as she kept her eyes on him. It goes without saying that she was a daddy's girl, but he was just as much, if not more, of a sucker for her.

"She gets to see them," You reassure him, knowing her bond with his friends was important to him, "Kook was here just last night."

"I mean... all together, all of us. While we're being... us," His eyes left his little girl for a second to peer over at his first girl, "She's never been to a show, this is gonna be huge." You smile, your heart warming over how much this meant to him. Yoongi's work was his life, his first love, his everything. For him to start to share that with the tiny family he's created, the tiny family that he adores more than life, was incredibly important.