vegas, baby.

simply one-derful.

~ September 1st, 2022 ~

"Here, D, oh my god," You hand your babbling baby over to Yoongi who takes her with furrowed brows. He had literally just walked into the kitchen, ready to help you start setting up for the party, and you were already frustrated, storming out of his presence.

Holding his daughter in his hands like a football for a second, he flips her around and pops her on his hip, giving her a curious look.

"What's wrong with Mom?" He asks quietly, "What'd you do?"

"Mama," Your daughter says to him, patting his chest with her hands, "Ma, ma, ma," She says to the beat of her tiny tapping hands. Yoongi chuckles.

"My little protégé," He whispers so he knows you don't hear him. You're very adamant about your daughter becoming her own person, and Yoongi definitely agrees, but can't help but feel like some of his genius was passed on to his little one.

"I like the song," He says to her as she continues her tapping and babbling.

"Ma, ma, maaa," She drags out, making him laugh. Walking around the marble counters, he spies a pile of mail next to the sink, one that hadn't been there before.

"MA!" Your daughter shrieks, and Yoongi is quick to hush her.

"Something made Mom mad," He says to her under his breath, looking through the mail for something that would trigger your, very rare, anger.

"Mah?" She questions, copying the sound of her fathers words, not even knowing what they even meant.

Tossing aside pointless letters and junk mail, he pauses as he catches the torn edge of a light pink envelope forcefully shoved within the pages of one of your magazines.

"Aha," He says.

"Aha," The baby on his hip copies him, clearly this time.

"You smartie," Yoongi smiles at her, getting her to beam a partially toothless grin that reminded him of you. Her nose crinkles just like yours does.

Pulling the envelope out of the silky pages of Vogue, he flips it over and frowns as he reads the return label. Your daughter's name was written in the center of it in crisp cursive with your home address written beneath it in neat handwriting.

"You've got to be kidding me," He mutters, feeling his own blood start to boil.

The top of the envelope is torn open, so he assumes you've already opened and read it. Following suit, he uses the hand beneath his baby's bottom to pull the card out, tossing the envelope to the side without care.

Keeping the baby on his right hip with his good shoulder, he lifts the card up with his other hand, giving it a good look.

The front of it is frilly, pink and glittery. There's two ballerina's on either side of the script that read, "To a ONE-derful Granddaughter", and Yoongi can't help but huff a pathetic laugh. As expected, his daughter copies him.

"You got that right," He mumbles to her, flipping the card open with his thumb. A one hundred dollar bill falls out of it onto the counter. Your daughter spots it and reaches for it, but Yoongi is quick to pull her away, telling her it was dirty and that she wasn't allowed to touch it.

Eyes scanning the kind of cute message the card came with, he reads what's written at the bottom and audibly expresses his fury with a groan.

'Happy Birthday to the sweet little girl who made us Grandparents. One year ago today we had no idea that our lives would change this way. We weren't expecting you. Life is full of surprises and we're definitely sure you were one of them. Here's to hoping one day we meet. Until then, chin up, work hard, make us proud, and Happy Birthday!'