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He smiles, "now you saw me. Please rest." Then he wraps an arm around your waist to pull you close to him. You bury your face in the crook of his neck and sigh. You really missed this, you missed him. You love Yoongi so much, it amazes you that those butterflies from the beginning still flutter in your stomach when he kisses you, or simply presses your body against his like this. But there is another feeling, one you aren't proud of. Ever since your daughter Mina was born, Yoongi seems to only have eyes for her. It's ridiculous and you want to slap yourself every time the thought crosses your mind. But it's still there. Mina is beautiful, smart, and sassy like her father (though he says she got all her good traits from you), and you love her so much your heart just about melts in your chest just at the sight of her. But there is a dark corner deep in your heart that- and you hate to think it- is jealous of her. Yoongi is so in love with being a father, it's almost like he forgets he is also a husband. That's not to say he doesn't love you, or doesn't show you affection. It's just your brain overreacting, you suppose. You have been debating whether to bring this to his attention or not. You haven't mentioned it for fear that he will be mad at you- but he could never be as mad as you are at yourself. Yoongi pulls away slowly, "baby is something wrong?" You wince at the word 'baby', often times used towards your daughter, even by you. "What? What did I say?" Now he props himself up on his elbow, to better look at you. You groan and turn to the side, you can't and won't tell him. He reaches out and grabs your arm, turning you back to face him. "Come on now, ____, we are way past that. Tell me what's wrong." "It's... not imp- it's nothing," you mutter as you cover your face with your hands to hide the blush creeping up. "Okay, so you're telling me we live together, are married, have a baby, and there is still something you can't tell me?" He gently pulls your hands away from your face, to reveal teary eyes and a wobbling lip. He quickly lies down and pulls you to him, wrapping his arms around you and tangling his legs with yours. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he whispers, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." This makes you cry harder. You don't deserve this, you don't deserve him. And you're ashamed. He waits a few minutes, for your shoulders to stop shaking before he pulls away slowly and wipes at your tears with his thumbs. Then, with one hand on each side of your face, he pulls you into a soft kiss. "Can you tell me now?" You lower your head and he gently raises it to look into your eyes, "I'm only asking because I want to help you. But it's okay if you don't want to. I'll just be here for you, no matter what." And it's true, you know it's true. So you decide to tell him. You sniffle before speaking, "Yoongi please don't get mad at me but... gosh this is so embarrassing. I- I uhm. I'm jealous..." Yoongi frowns, "Baby, there's no need to be-" You interrupt him, "That, that right there. 'Baby' is a word you use for Mina. I- I feel like I'm not your baby anymore. Or your Princess. W-When we were dating I felt I wa- you know what? This is dumb, this is embarrassing I'm going to sleep. Good night," you press a quick peck to his lips and try to turn around but he holds on to your waist tighter. "____, are you jealous of a toddler?" there's a ghost of a smile on his lips, "Our toddler, actually."

You groan and try to turn again, but since he refuses to let you go, you decide to instead bury your face in his chest. "This is why I didn't want to tell you," you mutter.

"No, no I'm glad you told me. And I'm sorry. I haven't been paying you the same attention I used to, and I'm sor-" "You don't have to be! I'm the one in the wrong here. I mean she's a baby! She's actually your baby," you chuckle, "not me." Yoongi suddenly kisses you, hard, and you moan softly as his hands dig into your hips. He pulls away to look at you, "You may not be my 'baby' but you're still my girl. You're my baby girl," he whispers before pressing his lips to your neck. He leaves open mouthed kisses on your neck and every time he pulls back, he whispers 'I love you' against your skin. Your hands are tangled in his hair, his lips attacking your neck, and your breathing quickens. He pulls back to look at you, "I really missed you," he whispers. "I missed you too," you whisper before pulling him back to you.