![]() “Come on, take a bite.” He brings it closer to your lips and you bite it, revealing the pink sprinkles inside the cupcake. “Cupcake, baby?” Your husband reaches out his hand to grab one and offers you the one with the white frosting on. ![]() “My god… she loves it so much, y/n look.” He calls out for you to show you how big her smile is whenever she sees herself in the phone screen, making you melt even more and you lean in to place a peck on her chubby cheeks. When you come back to the living room you notice the selfie lover in your group of friends immediately took out his phone and took some selfies with your daughter who was still in her daddy’s arms. “Well thank god my husband is not you, I’d have much uglier kids then.” You talk back to him, making everyone laugh even louder at your savage reaction while putting down your babyboy to sleep, covering him with a tiny blanket they bought for the kids. “AW, Look how ugly, she looks just like you y/n!” The tease one states, making everybody laugh, even your husband who tried his best to hide his little giggle that left his lips. You take a look at your husband, he wasn’t smiling like this even on your wedding day, which was his first best day of his life, as well as yours. “Aww… look at you babygirl!” Your husband’s best friends takes a closer look at your daughter who is in her father’s arms, smiling like the sweet little Angel she is whenever someone approaches. “But he’s been crying the whole day, so if he really wakes up because of you that’s it for you.” You continue, lowering your voice as well. “Thank you guys, I love you all.” That’s the first time in a while you’re being serious with them. “You know, that’s a weird way to thank us y/n…” one of them says, holding a blue decorated cupcake. You take a quick look at your baby who was the sweetest copy paste version of your loved one, your husband. “If he’s waking up because of y’all I’m kicking you out of the window.” You joke sarcastically, giving them all a death glare and receive some laughter from them. His smile has never been wider than now because of the huge surprise party they held for the fourth of you. ![]() “Welcome back home!” Confetti is thrown everywhere once you step in, tightening the grip on your baby boy who just fell asleep on your shoulder, eyes widen at your not as organized as you left your house before heading to the hospital and your husband shouts back at the members as an instinct. The moments until you both open the door feels like infinity for the boys because they were waiting for this moment since this morning. “You think or you checked with him?” The older tells him, ready to fight but your footsteps distract them all, catching their attention from whatever balloon they were sticking to the wall or whichever number of cupcake they shove into their mouth and swallowed within a second. “Shh… I think they’re coming!” The youngest yells (if your bias is the youngest then it’s the second youngest). ![]() Requested ✔️ by female reader x optional bias
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