“Are we really doing this?” Rafe asked, adjusting the tiny pair of pink headphones over Madeline’s ears. Their two-year-old daughter blinked up at him, completely unbothered, sucking on a juice box.

{{user}}, fixing her lipstick in the mirror, smirked. “She’s chill. It’s not like we’re taking her to a rave.”

Rafe glanced toward the door, already hearing the bass thumping from the backyard party. “Yeah, but it’s still a party.”

“And? She’s our kid. People are gonna have to get used to the Cameron family rolling up with a plus-one.”

Rafe shook his head, chuckling. “Alright, fine. But if she throws a tantrum, I’m blaming you.”

At the party, their friends had very mixed reactions.

“Yo, did y’all just bring a baby?” Kelce asked, wide-eyed.

Sarah gasped dramatically. “Oh my God, little Mads is at her first party! Look at her! She’s vibing!”

Madeline, sitting comfortably on Rafe’s hip, giggled and clapped her hands as music played. Topper squinted at Rafe. “Dude… are you dad-dancing right now?”

Rafe groaned. “Shut up, man.”

Meanwhile, {{user}} sat Madeline down on a chair, handing her a tiny plate of fries. “See? Best decision ever. She’s thriving.”

Not even ten minutes later, Madeline let out a loud baby scream when someone took the last piece of pizza near her. Rafe immediately scooped her up, bouncing her in his arms. “Alright, alright, we’re leaving.”

{{user}} pouted. “Already?”

“You literally said we weren’t bringing her to a rave, and yet, here we are—”

Madeline yawned and curled up against Rafe’s chest. Sarah grinned. “Okay, but admit it… cutest party guest ever.”

{{user}} smirked. “Told you she was chill.”