HIS: Baby (Namjoon) | {Book 3} ✔️

[E. I]

We were at the park, taking a walk. I had my arms looped in his arm and we walked stuck to each other side by side.

I didn't understand how stuck I could be on one man. I never thought that I would fall in love. I could admit that now, I was in love. And he was wonderful and I liked having my Daddy wrapped around my fingers, especially when he came all over my face...

"Oops, sorry." We had been nicely walking together before a clumsy woman just decided to bump into my precious man. My only man. I glared at her immediately not likening the unnecessary touching.

""It's fine."

"Hmph," it was fine for him. Not me, I wanted to chop her hands off.

My Daddy tried to console me.

"Baby, it's fine. It was an accident." Namjoon probably saw my turned mood and the glare that I was giving the woman. I wanted to smack her to the floor and leave her bleeding. It was bad enough that she 'accidentally' bumped into my man.

No woman that bumped into him was accidental. There had been too many hoes to have done that. And I was down with that and them.

"Oh—wait, you—!" He pointed to the female and I wanted to hurt her even more. She had a plump luscious body and it annoyed me so much, because she was also cute and small.

"Oh, Namjoon!" Did she just call him by his first name? And so comfortably, as if they'd been long childhood friends? Someone was definitely dying today.

"Wait—wow, it has been so long! You have gotten really handsome." She exclaimed. I scoffed at her as my eyes narrowed further down on the female.

I've seen my Daddy's pictures, he was always hot, and handsome. He was always a Daddy material. If she had eyes on him, I was going to stab her with a knife made from ice, that way, the evidence would melt.

I was a bad bitch, and no one coveted my Daddy.

He's my Daddy and I'm his only Baby.

"Yeah," Namjoon chuckled almost boyishly. I pinched daddy. Bad daddy. "Ouch! I'm good. Oh, Baby, this is a friend from high school." He soothingly tried to console me by rubbing my back.

"A friend?" I narrowed my eyes at him. She must have noticed my disbelief.

"No worries. There's nothing between us. I was just friends with him—kind of. We were in the same homeroom and he helped the student council time to time." She chuckled as she stood in front of us.

It was interesting though, she wasn't scared of me. Most women were. The only ones who weren't were the ones taken by the other guys—well actually all of them were with Daddy's friends.

"Mommy!" Then a little girl came rushing to her side, her tiny feet running and the woman caught her before she fell.

"What did I tell you about running," she softly spoke and I couldn't help but be jealous. I never wanted a baby, but seeing the interaction between them, the mother and child relationship...I was envious. It was a beautiful thing.

"Who's this?" He asked as he went closer.

Namjoon loved children. It was something that was unexpected of him but I think it suited him—so much. He poked out a finger slowly as he displayed his dimples for the little girl.

"Can I hold her?" He asked curiously, for the mother's permission.

"Ah! You're not going to break her are you?" She paused, her eyes wide and in fear but there was a playfulness in her eyes.

And I couldn't help but laugh, I really liked her. As long as she wasn't going for Daddy, I knew I could be friends with her. Especially since she had a ring on her and her daughter was super cute.

"Ugh," he groaned as he frowned gently, "I wouldn't break a child. I wouldn't be so rough or clumsy..."

"You broke everything in high school." She spoke as she gently placed her shy child in his arms. She smiled as the girl slowly accepted him, constantly looking back and forth from her mother and Namjoon.

The smile on her face made me forget about the bad feelings completely for the woman, because watching her see her daughter, I knew that her daughter was her world. And she never once looked at Namjoon more than it was necessary nor with any longing.

"So..." I watched as my Daddy asked casual questions. Then, even though if was a simple question, it turned rather quiet—awkward. "How have you been..."

"I know that's not what you want to ask Namjoon." She had strong motherly tone. "And to answer your question—that you haven't asked, no. And thank you for not voicing it out."

"Then..."

"That too, don't. I don't want to see him...yet. I'm not ready and right now all that matters is this little one."

"I see. Well, I guess, he's also trying to move on—in his own way." I didn't know what they were talking about but it seemed private and the woman seemed sad. He looked back at me and smiled. He gave me his cute dimpled smile and his eyes wrinkled into a half moon. "We should get moving."

"Yes, I have to take this one home so she can get some sleep." She nodded. "It was good seeing you Namjoon, really. Have a good day," she nodded to me and took her child.

"Bye," he smiled as he gave me a gentle kiss, "let's get ice cream..."

"Okay..."

We went to get ice cream and later home.

And I must say...

Melted cream tasted so much better on my Daddy's body...

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Now you know, you're one possessive and freaky woman. And your Daddy likes...

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