yoongi wrapped his arms around my waist, looking down into the crib i was leaning against. he watches our baby flail it's small arms, giggling as i read to him. i know he doesn't understand the words yet. "gosh, mikki is the cutest baby isn't she"

i smile, nodding. yoongi and i were both pretty happy these days. our baby was born, happy and healthy. he hasn't cried since we left the hospital. "yeah, you're absolutely right"

being honest, i never thought either of us could make it this far in life. we had both finished college and we bought our first house together. we got married and two months later is when we found out i was pregnant.

yoongi cried at first. he said he'd be a terrible father. he wasn't good with kids, he claimed. but now that mikki was here, yoongi was the best father that I've ever seen.

our life is great. i dont think i could possibly ask for more.