vegas, baby.

best day ever.

~ August 28th, 2021 ~

Warm water trickled down the length of your shoulders, soothing all of the aches residing in your back- upper and lower. Standing in the center of the shower with your eyes shut directly beneath the water that came down on you like rainfall, you take a long deep breath and let it out with a gravely sigh.

"I don't wanna wash my hair," you nearly whined, tipping your chin backward so some water could run over your face.

Taking a step forward rubbing your eyes, you pulled back the pastel blue curtain and peeked out into the steamy bathroom.

"Want me to do it for you?" Sunny smiled, glancing up from her phone where she sat on the floor with her legs crossed under her. Poking out your bottom lip you make her laugh. "Sit down, but let me help you."

Pushing the curtain open a bit more, you stay put, waiting patiently for Sunny to grab onto your hand that you hold out for her. She took it with a gentle grasp, yet firm as she guided you to sit down on the smooth tiled floor of the shower, placing her other hand on your back to ensure you didn't lose your balance.

Dressed in dark leggings that accentuated her curvy hips and a cozy cropped t-shirt, your best friend wasn't the least bit worried if she ended up soaked after this. She'd been staying at your place for about a week now, helping out around the house, keeping an eye on you while Yoongi got his work done, and talking him off the ledge when he threatened to quit his job for you and his unborn child.

Growing up with you, experiencing teenagedom with you, celebrating each other's twenty-first together... Washing your hair for you while you're stark naked on the floor of a shower nine months pregnant is not something Sunny wanted to miss. She was away for nearly seven of these glorious months, still filming with the Kardashians, so the moment she knew she had a month off she was booking her flight.

It was truly perfect timing- Yoongi had been away for almost an entire week at this point.

The date, the inevitable mark on everyone's calendar was approaching, speeding toward your boyfriend at a tumultuous speed while it seemed to inch by for you.

While you sat peacefully in the bathroom, surrounded by a warm, serene fog as Sunny gave you the best shampoo of your life, Yoongi was stuck in a constant state of panic though he knew you were well taken care of.

Articles upon articles were open in his phone's search history, spending whatever free time he had either calling you or Googling how 'on time' first born babies arrived. To his relief every Mommy Blog let him know he had nothing to stress over and that statistically most first born babies were late by a day, or five.

For your sake he hoped your little one wouldn't wait too long, they just had to wait until he was home.

"You're so much better than Yoongi," you sighed, leaning toward Sunny who gave you a giggle. The pads of her fingers scrubbed your scalp vigorously, but with a massaging movement that only a skilled cosmetologist like herself could do.

Dragging the tips of her fingers down to the nape of your neck, she caught your head as it lulled backward into her palms.

"No sleep," she said at attention, making you regain muscle control. "Wait until we're out of here, then you can snooze wherever you want, babe."

Sitting up as straight as you could you flutter your eyes open and blink a couple of times, gazing down at your legs that were tucked beneath you, half hidden by the belly you've come to know and love. Sliding your hand up your side and over top of your bump, you give it a careful push, feeling around for your baby and where they were wedged right now.