ADDT’L ABO SCENES: 5 weeks later..

Taehyung

A quiet but sudden cry woke me up.

I groaned sleepily and pulled Jungkook closer into my body. My face was buried in his neck, my arm wrapped tightly around his waist.

I heard the cries continue and Jungkook shifted around.

Opening my eyes, the tiny lamp shining behind my back. Princess continued to cry softly, she seemed annoyed and agitated. Definitely not hungry as Jungkook just fed her a few hours ago.

Jungkook sighed, his naked body moving against mine, "It's my turn. I'll get her," he whispered sleepily.

He started to sit up but I pushed him back on the bed.

"Go back to sleep. I got her, Angel."

My angel stared at me sleepily, a small smile curving his lips.

So fvcking beautiful.

He mumbled a quick thank you as I got up and curled around my pillow, his eyes closing with a sigh. I knew he was asleep within seconds.

Giving him a final glance, I walked over to the crib. Jungkook and I decided to keep Sarang with us until she was a few months old. We weren't ready for Princess to sleep on her own.

Though with her sleeping in the same room, it was harder for us to make out.

It was fun to find creative ways.

Creativity at its best.

Stopping next to the crib, it appears I took too long to get to her. I saw Sarang moving around agitatedly, her legs kicking out in anger, her tiny fists moving in frustration.

Demanding little Princess.

I smiled at the thought, Sarang might love the attention, she was a good baby. Barely cried and slept most of the nights. Jungkook and I were both thankful for that.

Princess sensed me standing there, her movements stopped as she's making small mewling sounds, she was the cutest little thing. I bent at the waist and picked up the Princess, my arms went around her safely, I brought her closer to my chest.

She instantly stopped crying, her tiny fist rested against my chest as she blinked up at me. Her blue eyes were glassy with tears, making my heart ache a little.

I hated the tears in her eyes.

It did things to my heart, watching my baby cry.

My daughter would never experience pain.

Not like her mother has.

Not like I had.

Our Princess would be loved and fiercely protected.

The thought of someone hurting my princess made me want to rage. I would kill anyone who would hurt a single hair on her.

Anyone who made her cry a single painful tear.

They would die.

Plain and simple.

I swiped her tears away and let my thumb linger over her soft cheeks, "Settle down little one," I crooned next to her ear.

She hiccupped back a small cry, her lips pursed in a pout. A dry chuckle was heard from m, Sarang had us all wrapped around her finger.

Turning my head to the side, I looked at Jungkook, he was sleeping soundly. With a smile, I gave her a final glance before walking out of the room. The door to Sarang's nursery was partially open, I pushed my way inside. Princess continued to stare at me, blinking sleepily.

I knew she would be asleep in no time too, her legs kicked out and made another hiccup sound.

"Yeah. Yeah. I know. You need a diaper change."

Most probably that was why she woke up, I could feel how full her diaper was. Shaking my head, I placed her on a changing table. She cooed, her lips twitched in the smallest smile.

Damn it, she was the cutest.

And she had fvcked with my mind too.

Just like her omega father had done so many months ago.

If a year ago you had asked me if I would be cooing and changing the diapers of a baby, I would have laughed and kicked you in the guts for asking the stupidest question.

But now, I couldn't imagine my world without Sarang.

She had wrapped herself around my heart and was there to stay.

Just like my Angel.

They both belonged to me, making my heart whole again.

Everything felt surreal.

It was a laughable thought... hard to imagine.

Like a dream.

And then I would wake up beside Jungkook, his body wrapped around mine like a vise. He would open his eyes, regarding me with such a loving look. From a distance, Sarang would either be crying or cooing and I would remember that none of this was a dream.

I found my Angel... and he gave me a princess.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt Sarang's leg kicking impatiently against my chest, she was lying down, moving agitatedly.

"You are an impatient one," I said as I removed her onesie.

I reached over the changing table and grabbed a diaper.

"Okay. Let's do this, Princess."

Taking a deep breath, I set to do the impossible task. I quickly removed the diaper and cleaned Sarang. While counting the seconds in my head, I slapped a clean diaper on her and fixed it properly.

Thirty seconds!

And she didn't pee on me.

Fvck yeah.

Last time, Seokjin wasn't so lucky.

Seriously, who the fvck plays with a naked baby?

I laughed silently to myself.

His horrified screams still rang through my ears.

Moral of that day?

Never play with a naked baby.

Or better yet, never take too long to change their diapers.

You would get peed on.

After dressing Sarang up again, I had her cradled in the crook of my arm. She settled against my chest and I thought she sighed. Her eyes closed instinctively, causing me to smile.

I had Jungkook, my mate, love and a few weeks ago I realized that I also had my daughter's love. I settled on the rocking chair, her small body went limp in my arms as I rocked us back and forth and watched my princess sleeping. I remembered my days before Jungkook... and then after meeting him.

I rested my neck against the back of the chair, closing my eyes in the process.

How much I have changed, also how much I was still the same.

My Angel might have made me more human but he also accepted the monster's side.

Jungkook loved me despite everything, he gave me a family, a princess I could love and dote upon.

My angel has completed this broken family.

He made me a better man.

For him and our princess.

My lips twitched in a smile as I brought Sarang closer to my chest.

With my daughter sleeping safely in my arms, my eyes grew heavier as sleep started to take over, I also fell asleep.

My last thought was how lucky I was.

~~~

Jungkook

I woke up to an empty bed.

Surprised, I sat up quickly. My eyes adjusted to the morning light with great effort as I blinked away the sleepiness.

Getting off the bed, I made my way to the crib to find it empty too, I remembered Taehyung waking up to take care of Sarang.

Did they not come back to bed?

I shrugged my robe off while walking into the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. After, I made myself a little presentable and head to Sarang's nursery, the room next door.

The door was already open and when I peeked inside, the first thing I saw was Taehyung's back. He was bent over the changing table and murmuring soft words to our daughter. I smiled at the sight, he was a doting father.

Leaning against the door, I admired my husband as he showered our baby with love. Taehyung picked her up, and I saw her head over his shoulders, she had a small pink flowered headband on.

Taehyung turned, I noticed that Sarang was wearing a pinkish dress. It appeared that her father already had her dressed this morning.

"Good morning," I said, walking into the nursery.

Taehyung shifted around, facing me as he bounced Princess in his arms.

"Morning," he replied, his voice deep, "I thought I'd dress her up before you woke up."

Smiling, I walked forward, "I can see that."

When I placed my arms out, Taehyung gave Sarang to me. I brought her closer to my chest and bent my head down, smelling her sweet baby scent.

"I should feed her before bringing her downstairs," I said, turning my head to Taehyung. I moved closer to him and hooked an arm around his neck.

Our daughter was cradled between our bodies as I placed a sweet kiss on his lips. He smirked before taking my lips in a more demanding kiss, obviously not caring that Sarang was plastered between us.

When she cooed, I pulled away, feeling breathless as I stared at Taehyung. He winked before placing a kiss on my forehead, taking a warmed milk bottle by his side and pulling us to the rocking chair.

I settled on his lap, holding Sarang close, my head rested on Taehyung's shoulder as Sarang fed.

"Jimin and I will be discussing the wedding today. We have put it off for too long. The wedding is in three weeks, and I still haven't made any preparations," I said quietly.

"You haven't, but Jimin has. I'm sure she has everything prepared," Taehyung replied, his arms tightening around my waist.

Smiling at the thought, I shook my head, "I'm not surprised. Do you want to be there when we discuss the decorations? It's not just my wedding. It's ours. Shouldn't you have a say in it?"

Taehyung's chest vibrated with a chuckle as he placed a kiss on my forehead, "Do whatever you want, Angel. It doesn't matter to me. All I care about is that I will be waiting for you at the end of the aisle. As long as the day ends with us saying our vows and with me making love to you, I'm all good."

That earned another smile from me. He had a way with words, "Hmm... making love to me?

I like the sound of that," I replied before shifting Sarang to my chest.

Taehyung groaned, resting his head against mine, "This is torture. Why didn't anyone tell me we had to wait?"

A laugh escaped past my lips as I pulled my head away.

"Patience, Taehyung."

He huffed, giving me a hard stare, "Do you find this amusing?"

"A little."

We stared at each other for a second before bursting out laughing, Sarang jumped in my arms, her mouth opening with a loud cry. My eyes widened and I quickly soothed my frightened baby, Taehyung's laughter died down to a quiet chuckling.

"We scared her."

Taehyung and I were quiet as we watched Sarang starting to feed. Her eyes were closed, her tiny fist resting against my chest, my eyes moved around the nursery, admiring the room that Jimin had helped me put together.

Taehyung had his hands in it too, the room was big, too big for a baby but it was the closest to our bedroom so that was our first choice. The walls were painted a soft beige. Sarang's crib was against the wall in the middle of the two large panel windows.

The crib was fit for a princess with soft pinkish curtains came down on either side, next to the crib, there was a couch and an ottoman and the rocking chair. My gaze went to the wall behind the crib, where the curtains weren't covering it.

My heart fluttered at the quote there.

'Your first breath took ours away.'

Oh, how truthful these words were.

Our princess, Sarang, was our miracle, our light.

There were two more quotes around the nursery. My gaze flitted to the second one. It was on the wall next to the window, where the dresser was.

'We loved you before you were born. And now, our love for you shines brighter.'

When my eyes went to the last quote, I had to suppress my laugh.

'There is no Prince Charming for me. My Daddy is my only King.'

Actually, that wasn't the original quote, the original said, 'Someday I may find my Prince Charming but my Dad will always be my King.'

But Taehyung being Taehyung, came into the room to find that quote painted on the wall, he went straight downstairs and came back with the paint.

No amount of arguing had stopped him from repainting that wall and writing down his own quote and now we had the new version. To say that Taehyung was protective and possessive was an understatement. I wondered what would happen to Sarang's first boyfriend.

The thought left a shiver down my spine, it wasn't just Taehyung's possessiveness. Whoever it would also have to deal with Jimin, three overbearing uncles and two grandfathers.

Not good.

Not good at all.

It appeared that there would be no one for a very long time.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Sarang stopped suckling. I stood up, noticing that she was finished.

Rocking her in my arms, I glanced up at Taehyung, "Can you bring her downstairs while I clean up here for a bit?"

Taehyung stood up, gave me a quick kiss on the tip of my nose before pulling away. I handed Sarang to him and he held her gently in his arms.

"I have to take care of some things, so I won't see you for breakfast."

I simply nodded.

With the Ganpeh under Vante's reign, Taehyung had been busy.

Byungchan had left a mess behind, a huge mess that Taehyung had to clean now. I saw the shadows behind his eyes, he wanted to keep me away from all of this but it was impossible.

I lived and breathed this life with him.

As much as this life was a part of him, it was a part of me too.

I was born into the jopok life, it was just unfortunate that I had to experience the darkest side but I have also found love in this life.

After all, my husband was The Boss.

He was King.

And I was His King.

I smiled up at him, trying to ease the tension in his eyes. His shoulders were stiff, but at my smile, his muscles loosened.

"I'll see you later then," I murmured.

He nodded as I walked to the door.

My legs stopped by the entrance, looking over my shoulders, I sent him a teasing smile.

"Only three more weeks, Mr Kim Taehyung. And then I'm all yours... to do whatever you want with me on our Honeymoon."

His eyes flared dangerously, the look of desire and pure unadulterated lust had me biting on my lips. Taehyung growled low in his chest and I quickly stepped out of the room but not before I heard his warning voice.

"You will regret those words, kitten."

I laughed, my heart thumping wildly with excitement. My cheeks heated as I impatiently waited for those three weeks to be over.

~~~

Sarang's cooing snapped me away from Jimin. When I saw her chin covered with spit, I took a step forward but Hae-sook already got it. Taking a small baby towel in her hand, he wiped Sarang's chin clean.

"I got her," Jimin muttered.

"Who dressed her up this morning? The dress is so cute!" Jimin crooned, waving his finger in front of Sarang.

"Taehyung did," I replied, trying to hide my laughter.

Jimin laughed.

"Oh, Lord. She has them all wrapped around her fingers. It's too cute!"

I nodded because of how true it was.

Seokjin, Hoseok, and Namjoon were her godfathers. It was hard to choose between them and they threatened each other too. A big fight broke out on who was the godfather.

In the end, I decided on all three.

My eyes went to Jimin, I saw him gazing at Sarang, smiling at her. My smile widened, from the very beginning, there was no second thought that he would be the last godfather.

The more the better, right?

After all, they all loved her the same.