"Can you facetime me? Please!" Kook says as soon as I groggily answer the phone.

"It's one in the morning, Junkgook," I huff out annoyed.

Jamie stirs beside me and flicks on the side lamp, concern showing in her large beautiful eyes.

"Is everything alright with him and Arabella?" she whispers and I shrug my shoulders.

Kook continues to plead with me about facetiming and I can hear him shuffling around, but then it hits me. I can hear my little bean crying in the background. Before he even has to ask again, I've pressed the facetime button and anxiously wait for him to accept it. As soon as the video connects, Kook hands the phone over to Arabella.

"Y-Yoonie, w-why aren't y-you here?" she sobs out and I feel my heart break in my chest.

I had tried to explain all week that I was leaving, but she just assumed I was having another sleepover. But as the weeks had gone by and she realized I hadn't come back, she had gotten more and more upset. This was the 7th time this month alone that I'd received a call in the middle of the night.

"Bean, we have talked about this," I sigh out and watch as she stares at me, hiccupping as she tries to steady her breath.

"I live at Auntie Jamie's house now."

"B-but she said s-she wouldn't t-take you," I let out an oof as Jamie elbows my side hearing Arabella's words.

I turn to look at her and she's scowling at me, giving me THE look.

"Bean she didn't take me. I love her. I-"

"More than me?"

"Of course not," I answer quickly and hear a laugh beside me.

"I love you with all my heart Bean, but I love Auntie Jamie too and...," I struggle with where my train of thought was going and how I can explain this to the crying five-year-old.

"Remember when Uncle TaeTae got married to Auntie Vanessa," she sniffles and nods softly. "Well remember before that he went to go live with her first."

She brightens immediately, "you're going to have a baby, Yoonie!"

Jamie chokes on her own spit beside me and I can't help but chuckle as I pat her back.

"Not yet."

"Because I'm your Baby Bean, right, Yoonie?"

"That's right," I smile as she seems to have calmed down.

"Can you come home now, Yoonie?"

My smile drops and she picks up on it instantly.

"How about I pick you up from school tomorrow? It's Friday and we can have a date?" I suggest and she nods eagerly.

"Just us two?

"Of course, BUT you have to sleep now or you will be too tired to be with me tomorrow."

"OKAY! Quick, Daddy, hang up. I have to go to sleep already, but with you, I CAN'T sleep in my own bed now it's too hot."

I can hear Kook laughing as he picks up the forgotten phone from the bed.

"Thanks, Yoongi, she wouldn't calm down unless she spoke to you."

"It's fine," I brush off the instance, losing a little sleep is nothing if it's for her.

"It's not. We really have figure this out," he huffs out annoyed.

It's then that I take in the dark bags under his eyes and paler skin.

"I'll handle it tomorrow, just take her to bed, man."

He yawns and nods his head before ending the call.

I place my phone back down on the end table and curl back under the blanket just to feel Jamie's eyes boring into me.

"Yes?" I mumble keeping my eyes closed.

"We getting married, Yoongi?" I can hear the teasing in her voice and I roll over giving her my back.

"No. Good night."'

Her arm drapes across my side and I feel her chin resting on my shoulder.

"All you have to do is ask," she says softly kissing my cheek and rolling onto her side of the bed.

One thing at a time.

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"YOONIE, YOU CAME!" Arabella screams as she sees me walk into the classroom.

"I said I would and I'll always keep my word with you," I scoop her up into my arms and hug her tightly.

Truth be told, the separation has been just as hard on me. Not that I would let anyone know that, but going from seeing and being with her everyday to not seeing her until Sunday was a huge adjustment.

I still got up in the morning to make toast with peach jelly on it that I would end up depressingly eating because she wasn't there to eat it. My alarm would still go off on Wednesdays to remind me to wash her hair at bath time.

In truth she was my world and I realized she wasn't my daughter, but at the same time she was my mini person and I missed her dearly.

"Let's go, Bean," I said grabbing her stuff from her hook, and carrying her out of school.

The whole drive and at dinner she was a ball of energy, telling me about how we suddenly don't like Helen anymore, because she said she didn't like Angelica's chipmunk clips because butterflies were better and that's not nice.

I've suddenly found myself not liking said five year old very much and agreeing we should probably stay away from her and be nice to everyone. As we finished our food I suddenly found myself feeling very nervous.

"Baby Bean," I say and then clear my throat drawing her attention away from the last of the ketchup on her plate that she's trying to lick up.

"Yes?"

"We have to have a very serious talk, okay?"

She solemnly nods her head and I know she thinks she's in trouble by my tone.

"You know I love you the most in the whole wide world, right?"

"Yes, but it's our secret because the others would be jealous," she says perfectly reciting what I've told her hundreds of times.

"That's exactly right, you're so smart," I praise her and she is smiling so happily across from me.

"Well, sometimes people we love do things we don't like, but that doesn't mean they don't love us anymore," I try and her small features furrow in confusion.

"Do you understand?"

She shakes her head negatively. I sigh and think hard about how to go about this.

"Can we go home now, Yoonie?" she asks innocently thinking the conversation is already over.

This is my chance.

"Well, I can take you home, Bean, but I'll be going to Auntie Jamie's house."

"Why? You sleep over there too much, me and Daddy miss you," her eyes already start to water and her little lips form a pout.

"Because I don't sleep over there, Bean. I live there."

"You don't want to live with me anymore, Yoonie?" her tears start to roll down her face quietly and I'm already up and sliding into her side of the booth to take her into my arms.

I feel my will giving in as she softly cries. Hell, maybe it was too soon to move out, but it's been years and I knew the longer I stayed, the harder it would be to leave.

"Shh, shh Arabella. I want to live with you, but I can't."

"Why?"

"Well because, I love Auntie Jamie and she was very lonely without me."

She pulls away from me, her cute little pout on display as she thinks.

"She can live in your room, I'll ask Daddy," she suggests and I can't help but laugh.

If only it was that simple.

"We can't, Bean. Because we already have our own house. My room was not enough space for us."

"She can have my room! I like sleeping with Daddy better anyway," she beams and I again shake my head no.

"But then where would we put the baby when I have one?"

"But I'm your baby."

"You will always be my Baby Bean. But I'm going to have my own family just like how your other uncles have their own families."

"But who is going to make me peachy toast? And wash my hair so the soap doesn't get into my eyes? And who's going to make sure there's no monsters in the house?"

"Who has been doing it while I'm gone?"

"Daddy!" she says proudly.

"Daddy will keep doing it for you. He's probably way better at it since he taught me," I grin as her eyes grow wide with awe.

"Really?"

"Yep. And if you ever need me, Bean, you can have Daddy call and I'll always come. Okay?"

"Promise?" she holds up her little pinkie and I quickly lock mine with hers.

"Promise," she then attaches herself around my neck squeezing very tightly and I hug her back, glad she's understood most of the conversation.

"I love you most in the whole world, Bean."

"I love you most too, Yoonie. Right after Daddy and Ollie," she says with a laugh and can't help but laugh with her.

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