Happy With You. (Epilogue)
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Kongpob looked up hearing the knock on his cabin, as he paused writing the patient report. His cabin, part of the Veterinary Clinic which he and Tew ran together. He checked the time, before getting the door.

Hiding his smile before pulling it half open. "No more appointments... We are closed for the day." He says, meeting his favorite pair of eyes.

"The pet is not well... He needs urgent medication."

Kongpob blinks innocently, roaming his eyes on the handsome in front of him. "Where's your pet?"

The other stands tall in front of Kongpob. Opening the door fully. "I'm the pet..." He swipes Kong off the floor and into his arms. "And you are my medication." He kicks the door shut behind them.

"P'Arthit..." Kong giggles, holding around Arthit's neck. Being carried to the couch by the opposite wall. "You are early... And I still have some pending report work."

"I'm more important." Arthit whines, slumping on the couch.

"You know, you are." Kong smiled, running his hands in Arthit's dark hazel locks, as he was made to sit on Arthit's lap. "How was your meeting?"

Kongpob wonders how can someone look this prettily attractive even after a hectic day. This fresh, this appealing. And he sighs, remembering Arthit is an exception for it all.

Arthit held around his waist, nuzzling his face in Kong's shoulder. "I had my luck-boosting workout in the morning. The meeting was bound to succeed."

Kongpob blushed instantly, remembering how Arthit had not-so-generously awoken him in the morning. Knowing Arthit had planned all of it beforehand. Even though they had slept doing the same.

Arthit tugged on Kong's white coat, kissing his neck. "You look so beautiful in white." He licks a particular blue vein, grazing his tongue to Kong's collarbone. "Can I fuck you?"

Kongpob gasped through his mouth, meeting the lusty smirk, close to his lips. He glared. "This is my workplace, Mr. Rojnapat!"

Arthit licked his lips. "That's what you said all the eighteen to twenty times before you ended up screaming for more. Right here, Mr. Rojnapat."

"You had tricked me," Kong mumbled, looking away. "You always do that."

"Just admit that you can't resist me." Arthit nibbled his cheek. Kissing it afterward.

Kong pushed himself away, walking back to his seat. Arthit bites his lip, running his hands through his locks. "Stop bouncing your ass, it's killing me."

Kongpob looked at him over his shoulder before savagely turning and sitting on the chair. Loving how Arthit hissed at him. His mind ran wild, knowing what will happen.

The next moment he was on the glass desk. Grinning, when Arthit gently pushed the things on the desk. Remembering the one time he had scolded Arthit for throwing everything down in a hurry.

"See. I am such an obedient Master for you, Sweetheart." Arthit opened his suit's button hastily. But taking all the time to explore the beautiful blushing human in front of him.

It has been so long since he met his Kongpob. But the other is still the same. The shy sweetheart of Arthit. The sexily delicate bubble of Arthit as Arthit calls him to be. Arthit's personal meaning of ultimate happiness.

"Whom are we meeting?" Kongpob tilted his head up. Still admiring how effortlessly good Arthit looks.

He gulped a blush, observing the slight purple mark adorning the side of Arthit's neck. The mark Kongpob never leaves to heal. Each time it decides to fade away, Kong munches desperately.

Arthit isn't the only one who gets jealous.

Arthit does never mind, going to the extent of shedding his clothes, urging Kong to mark him overall. Making Kong blush dangerously hard, hiding inside the comforter.

Cause Arthit believes in equality if he is the reason that most of the time Kong is seen in a turtle neck, covering most of his skin. Arthit would love to let peel his own shirt showing everybody that he is taken by someone who gives those soft signs of affection and jealousy on Arthit's body.

"I'm not telling." Arthit shook his head, with a sheepish smile. Draping his hand over Kong's back. Making way into the entrance of the hotel.

If Kong ever hated something, that would be meeting someone that Arthit introduces him, and when that someone is a woman. Because even though Arthit is famous and their relationship is known to the world, the women always fail to keep their eyes away from Kong's person.

The way they try to send their seductive glances to Arthit. To top Kong's anger, Arthit goes all oblivious to their actions, letting them think the impossible, that he would ever be taking a look at them.

Kong wants to shout at them, ask them, if can't they see Arthit does not give a fuck about their existence. Urging Kong to grip their cheeks, hiss at their face, let them know (if they surprisingly don't) that Arthit is Kong's only. And this is never going to change.

Kongpob followed unwillingly, as Arthit stood up, shaking hands with a woman who just joined them, who was going to happily be Kong's distress for the night.

But the next moment Kongpob mellowed as she flashed her genuine smile blinking twice, showing her upper teeth. Her hand felt soft against his, giving a gentle shake. As like the first impression explains the person, Kongpob got the hint that she is not going to be his distress.

"Meet her, Kongpob. She is Dyra." Arthit smiled brightly, pulling Kong closer to him. "And Dyra. This is Kongpob. My gorgeous Love. My Husband. My..."

"Your everything..." Dyra waved her hand with a grinning sigh, glancing between them. "The love of your life. Your sweetheart, your darling." She chuckled. "I know. Everyone knows."

"Ya right." Arthit grinned. Peering at Kong. Leaning sideways to plant an urgent kiss on his temple.

Husband. The word brings out wonderful flutters. Arthit's husband. Still unable to believe that he was fortunate enough that Arthit decided to marry him. That he meant when he said he loved Kongpob with everything in him. That he meant when he said, he would never let Kong feel the desertion in his life. That he meant when he said Kongpob will forever be Arthit's.

Never thought that the best gift Arthit could ever have gotten for Kong is, getting on his knees, holding a lavender-colored square case, asking him, or more like leaving him with no choice but to say yes, to marry Arthit.

"It's either you are agreeing or I'm forcing you." Arthit had said, kneeling, looking up at a blushing Kong. "I ain't letting you marry someone else."

"And I ain't letting anyone else be my son-in-law." Olivia had interjected, smiling in Jared's arms.

Kongpob smiled his billion-dollar smile. "Nice meeting you, Dyra."

She nodded enthusiastically, taking her seat in front of them. "Your husband made me wait for long, to meet you. You know?"

Kongpob frowned as he shared a glance at Arthit. How many times have they met before? Alone? Without Kongpob? Why? Hating his stupid heart to doubt Arthit.

Still a little stupidly uncertain. He breathed heavily. Dropping his gaze, to look at their entwined hands, letting the comfort seethe into him.

Arthit pinched his chin, lifting his face. Kissing his forehead. "Stop getting dumb ideas in your head." Arthit kissed his nose tip.

Dyra felts flutters in her stomach. An interaction so soft that she almost giggled. Happy to have found them. Happy that she'll be of some help to these beautiful souls. Of course, she had read about lovely love story everywhere. But knowing them personally felt surreal. They really are a wonderful couple.

"You know..." She leaned forward. Her elbows were on the table, planning to ease some of Kong's worry. "Arthit talks only about you. The discussion for which we met only thrice used to last only for up to ten minutes. The rest he discussed was more like 'How much he loves you... And trust me he has stuffed me so much with your information that I could easily write a book on you."

"What work?" Kong clears his throat, hiding his embarrassment. As he curled his toes inside the shoes.

"He'll tell you..." She winked, leaning back in her chair. "In a few more minutes."

"Why not now?" Kongpob faced a grinning Arthit.

"Cause you are hungry. You need the energy to think of this."

Kongpob pouted, blinking his eyes. Arthit laughed, picking up the menu card. "That's not going to work, Bubble."

Kongpob glanced over the area, searching for Arthit, who was dragged away from Kong by his friends. Each smiling face overwhelmed him. Each presence around him makes him feel accepted.

And then his eyes glanced to Radiya. He blinked twice, wondering if that was true. Cause she had that happy smile that rarely made its way onto her face. She straightened her expression, turned her face, and walked away, embarrassed to be caught.

The swelling of his heart increased to a greater extent. Ready to explode soon. And he needed that one person to calm him down. He breathed deeply, his heart felt heavy from the feeling of being accepted.

He found Olivia with a group of her friends, enjoying to her heart. Her smile only made him more difficult to control himself, close to bursting out. He swallowed slowly approaching Olivia.

His eyes still wandering around in search of Arthit. Kong tugged on Olivia's sleeve, calling her softly. "Where is P'Arthit?"

Olivia quickly passed her glass to one of her friends, before cradling Kong's face. Her eyes welled looking at the teary grey eyes, looking for her son. So soft and delicate. Understanding the cute dilemma this sweet being is experiencing. She kissed his forehead, before hugging him tightly.

"Mom, where?" Kong whispered. Although feeling loved by Olivia, he needed HIM, to calm Kong.

"It's all okay, Dear. Come. We will find your P'Arthit." She smiles, wrapping her hand around his back.

Kongpob gripped the ring on his ring finger. Biting his lips. Holding himself.

"Arthit..." Olivia's voice made him snap his head up. As he watched Arthit's smiling face turning worried in a wink, meeting Kong's eyes.

Arthit stood in front of him in a flash, pulling him in his arms. Running his hand over Kong's back, kissing his temple. He didn't have to ask anything, he knows Kong very well.

Olivia caressed Kong's head before going back to her friends. Knowing they were enough to take care of themselves.

Arthit walked them to a dark secluded corner, down the hall. Arthit cupped his face, nudging their noses. "Hey. I'm here, Baby."

"I'm sorry. I just. Just..." Kongpob blinked at Arthit, sobbing. He raised on his toes, hugging Arthit's shoulder.

Arthit bent down, not to stress Kong's toes. Holding him close, continuing to run his palm over Kong's back. Nuzzling his nose on Kong's shoulder. "It's all okay, Bubble. Please stop crying."

Kongpob wept more, messing Arthit's expensive suit. How can stop crying? The feelings are way too much to store inside. He never felt this happy. This complete.

Arthit pulled apart, cradling Kong's face, rubbing the constant flow of tears on his cheeks. Pecking his forehead.

"Do you... Really want to marry me?" Kongpob whispered, gripping the sides of Arthit's suit jacket. Not ready to meet Arthit's eyes.

"Kongpob..." Arthit smiled, bumping their foreheads. "This party is for that sake itself." He took Kong's hand, kissing the beautiful ring sitting on his beautiful finger.

"P'Arthit?" He looked up through his glistened grey globes. Speaking each word silently.

"Yes, Kitty?" Arthit pecked his lips. Their breaths mingle. Warming their hearts.

"You won't leave me?"

"Not a chance, my love." Kongpob closed his eyes, receiving a soft nibble on his cheek.

Each touch, each kiss assures Kongpob, that Arthit is stating the truth. Also knowing, Arthit knows Kong needs those touches and kisses in between to make more of an impact on Arthit's affection.

Kongpob leaned his head on Arthit's chest. Swallowing through his dry throat. "How did I get so lucky?"

"No... No..." Arthit pulled him close, cradling his cheek. "I'm the lucky one here, you just don't know how dearly important you are to me."

Kongpob shook his head. The words buzzed in his mind. Almost pulling out every insecure feeling that transpired.

He swallowed looking at the neck straight into his view. His heart palpitated aloud within his chest. He raised his hand placing it over Arthit's clothed chest. Beating for Kongpob, Arthit had told him once.

"You won't leave me, right?"

"Never." Arthit pushed him against the wall. Their chests pressed together. "Trust me, Bubble. I can't live without you."

"I can't live without you too." Kongpob spilled another set of tears. Sniffling and sobbing.

Arthit himself was in tears, as held his dear fiance close. Yes, Kongpob has cried many times, but this, this time, Arthit is scared. His face was all wet and red, with continuous weeping. Kongpob is looking so soft and fragile, that Arthit is afraid Kong will fall ill.

Arthit's heart bled with Kong's cries. He knows those are happy tears and yet he feels the pain, that Kong must be in pain. Pain that Kong always doubts his importance in Arthit's life.

But he understands why the doubts linger inside Kongpob. So he tries giving assurances through his words, his actions, with his flirty self. In every way possible. Like he always has been doing.

Arthit swallowed deep, resting their foreheads. "You are my ultimate happiness, Softball. I want to be with you till my last breath."

Kongpob nods his head, biting his lips. He cupped Arthit's cheeks, poking Arthit's dimples. "I love you, P'Arthit."

"I love you too, so very much." Arthit kissed Kong's nose and forehead. "Believe me, please."

Kongpob nods again instantly. "I do. I am sorry."

"Marry me, Beautiful." Arthit almost pleads, with his whiny voice.

Kongpob blushed and smiled, letting Arthit wipe his face. He raised his hand, showing the ring on his finger. "I already said yes."

"I know." He pecked Kong's lips. "Marry me, Kongpob."

"Yes," Kong whispers, pulling Arthit down, and kissing each of his dimples tight. "Let's get married."

"P'Arthit, what is it?" Kongpob whined, tugging Arthit's arm. After carefully swallowing his last bite.

And Arthit thought Kongpob has tested enough of Kong's patience. His dear husband might end up crying with the frustration of not knowing the secret. Arthit took Kong's hand, patting the back of his palm.

Arthit kissed his forehead. "You were asking for something last month... You remember?"

Kongpob thought for a moment, then gaped at his husband and their company for dinner. His heart races and dances wildly.

Arthit pulled Kong's chair closer, facing Kong, cupping his face. "And I made you think, I didn't like the idea, didn't I?"

Kongpob loved this so much. Arthit always keeps cradling him like a baby. He leans to the touch, nodding with a small pout. He thought Arthit would not comply with this particular request.

"I also forgot to add something that time." Arthit traced his thumb over the pout. Wishing to kiss the delicious pout, but controlling the urge. "That I..."

Arthit pushed closer wanting to feel more of Kongpob. "That I want a baby only if it's with you. That you don't have to ask me anything. You just tell me and I'm all up at your service, Bubble."

Kongpob widened his eyes, peering deep into the hazel pair. Searching for it to be a joke. He breathed heavily, shaking his head. Arthit wasn't joking. It was all the white truth that danced into Arthit's eyes. While the dimpled smile confirmed the same.

He wants to take care of Arthit's little version. Wants a family with Arthit. He waited patiently and calculated everything. He gave a very long thought over it. Before he decided to bring the topic to Arthit.

He felt so full within his heart, that he wanted to scream out his happiness. He dropped his forehead on Arthit's hand, shaking in soft cries. What did he do to deserve this, deserve Arthit the most?

Dyra snatched some tissues from the box, although she knew there wasn't any use. Cause, she smiled Arthit was quick to pull out his hanky and wipe Kong's pretty red face.

He is so delicately pure for this world that I just want to provide everything he desires. Arthit had once told her with his eyes never shifting from his phone's wallpaper, smiling softly.

And now she got the picture of everything. Kongpob just had it in him. Within two hours she had the idea why Arthit was so desperate to do everything for this one human, of course, Arthit's endless chattering about his husband still played a major role.

"We are having a baby?" Kong whispered. Then raised his head meeting the deep hazel eyes. "We are having... A baby?"

Arthit chuckled kissing Kong's forehead tight. "Yes... Our very own baby... Just like you wanted."

Kongpob placed his hand over Dyra's bulged tummy, as they sat on Dyra's bed. Feeling the feel of their child. It was the eighth month of her pregnancy and they decided to bring Dyra to their home. With Kongpob being all ready to volunteer for her every need.

After having endless arguments and throwing endless tantrums, after giving endless dumb reasons, and shedding endless fake tears, Kong had forced Arthit to be the donor.

"Are you comfortable?" Kongpob looked worried for Dyra. The size of her tummy made him jitter. "Do you want to change any arrangements? Are you having any cramps? Should I bring a hot water bag?"

"Hey..."

"Do you need anything else?" Kong checked her face, searching for any discomfort.

"I am fine, Kongpob." Dyra smiled cupping Kong's face. "I am."

He bit his lower lip, still not convinced. "Really?"

"Yup." Dyra ruffled his hair. She gaped, tilting her head. On her way to distract Kongpob. "How has your husband left you alone with me?"

"He's washing up," Kong says, then glares, crossing his arms. "And why wouldn't he leave me alone?"

"That fool is always around you."

"No, he isn't." He almost blushes.

"Lie to yourself," Dyra smirked, leaning on the backrest. "Because even you know the truth."

Kongpob leaned down, carefully poking her tummy. "Hey little one, do you think I am lying?"

Dyra snickered, placing her hand over Kong's. Taking his hand, and placing it over the left side of her belly button. Where she feels most of the baby's movement. "Don't you think your Daddy is always after your Mommy?"

Kongpob cleared his throat, blushing. Then his heart leaped out as two hands snaked around his waist and rested over his torso. The familiar warmth caged him in its love.

"Cause Daddy loves your Mommy the most." Arthit kissed Kong's neck. Placing both of their palms on Dyra's stomach. "And Daddy loves you the most too."

Arthit gazed intently at the bulge. Their baby. Gazed intently at the fingers entangled with his own. Childishly caressing over the tummy. This is everything that Arthit needs. The bundle already being gifted to him. And the bundle which is gonna come to them soon.

Arthit can't help but pull one hand back. As he kissed Kong's knuckles and fingertips. Each kiss fills his heart's desire. Their other hand was still on Dyra's stomach.

"P'Ai'Oon." Kongpob's excited voice rang over the room, as he looked aside, murmuring against Arthit's lips. "Baby is growing so fast!"

"Yeah..." Arthit held Kong's cheek, dabbing his thumb. "Guess, the baby wanna meet us soon."

Kongpob nodded enthusiastically. His lips trembling and managing a beautiful smile messing Arthit's poor heart. Kongpob looked over taking Dyra's hands in his.

"Thank you, P'Dyra." Kong sniffled. The tears rolled down his heated cheeks. "I know thank you isn't enough for what you are giving us. But still. Thank you so very much."

Well, your husband is paying me thrice the initially settled sum of money.

"Aww... Your most welcome, Kong." Dyra squeezed his hand back. Kongpob thanked her every night, from the day she confirmed that she'll be the surrogate mother.

Kongpob leaned ahead kissing her forehead and cheeks, still sobbing like a kid.

"You sure you're twenty-four?" Dyra wiped his face, laughing.

"I am!" He snapped, slumping back on Arthit.

"Hm. Hm." Arthit giggled, nuzzling his nose in Kong's neck. "Whatever you say."

Kongpob glanced away. As he bent down. Caressing the lump. "Baby come to me quickly, they are teaming up against me!"

"Nah... Definitely not twenty-four," Dyra concluded shaking her head.

"Aren't you gonna team up with me to trouble Mommy?" Arthit joined, poking smoothly.

Dyra sighed. "Not a twenty-six-year-old either."

"Don't worry..." Kong tapped his finger. "I would love to be troubled by you."

"And what about me?" Arthit literally sulked, pulling Kong back to himself.

"What about you?"

"You don't love my tantrums anymore?"

"How can you say that?" Kongpob glared then blushed. "They will always be my most favorite."

Arthit's cheeks collected all the blood. As he gaped around. Meeting Dyra's amazed stare. Arthit got on his feet, kissing Dyra's head.

"Goodnight, Dyra," Arthit says, before scooping Kong in his arms.

Kongpob gulped blushing dangerously, draping his arms around the pale shoulder. Closing his eyes. "Goodnight, P'Dyra."

Before they could listen to Dyra's reply, Arthit was out of the room. Walking at a fast speed.

"I'm gonna have you good tonight," Arthit states, kissing Kong's hair.

"Is this one of your tantrums?" Kongpob whispers lowly.

Arthit nods, rushing up the stairs.

"I... I always love where this tantrum leads me to." Kongpob hid his face in Arthit's neck, licking a delicate part.

Kongpob sniffed Arthit's scent, as he rested sideways against his husband's chest, naked, under the covers. His legs folded towards his chest. His whole form was cradled by Arthit.

"Stop looking," Kongpob whined, nudging his shoulder. Only for Arthit to lean down, coming face to face with Kong's heated skin.

"I don't think I ever can." Arthit grinned, planting kisses on the tanned shoulder. Which is already adorned with bruiseful sexy-looking hickeys.

"And stop speaking too." Kong giggled, as his skin felt the tickling sensations.

Arthit swirled his tongue on Kong's earlobe. The skin was warm under his touch. He pulled the younger closer, taking in all the warmth that radiated from the cute slender figure.

"I'm so horny for you." Arthit took a bite of the burning skin. "I just feel like eating you the whole day."

"Shut up, P'Arthit." Kongpob attempted to pull away.

He sighed, pouting when he was tugged back, this time on Arthit's lap. Underneath him, something poked his swollen empty entrance. Which he felt was all ready to tease Kong's insides again.

Kongpob grabbed Arthit's face, glaring at the amusingly smiling face. "Don't even think about it."

"Not even once." Arthit puckered his lips out. Blinking his eyes innocently.

"No... Look at the time. And it is already late." Kong reasoned. "And... And I can't cum anymore."

Arthit gaped for a moment then ended up laughing, dropping his forehead on Kong's chest.

"You are such a dirty talker, Bubble." Arthit cackled, holding a fiesty Kong.

"You taught me that." He snapped, slapping Arthit's shoulder.

"Bad things are never taught..." Arthit sucked Kong's left puffy bud. Giving a tight lick. "People learn that by their choice."

"Stop indirectly declaring me a pervert." Kong hissed. Biting Arthit's nose.

"I think I declared it directly, don't you think?"

"You know what?" The younger groaned, moving away. "Fuck off."

Arthit got Kong back on the bed, and under Arthit. "Let's fuck off together."

Kongpob bit back his smile, failing badly. Accommodating himself according to Arthit's wish.

"Besides..." Arthit pushed inside the cave of his heaven. "The babies wanna meet their Mommy."

"Shut. Up." Kongpob screamed. Embarrassed and in pleasurable pain.

"And trust me..." Arthit held Kong's face, meeting the tearing beautiful eyes of his gorgeous pretty husband. "I am producing millions of healthy babies... One is even growing downstairs."

Kong blushed, crying and pulling Arthit to himself. Kissing the most important man in his life. Who gave everything. Practically everything to Kongpob. More than Kongpob could ever ask for.

"Thank you for everything, my love." Kong kissed him on the lips.

"Oh damn..." Arthit groaned licking Kong's chin. Jerking his hips. "Just moan for me, Baby."

"Oh god, no." Kong held around Arthit's back. His overtly sensitive nerves receive immense pleasure.

"Oh fuck, yes." Arthit grinned satisfactorily.

"Is this what you vowed for?" Kongpob blushed throwing his head back. Deeping into the bed.

"I vowed for something much more." Arthit kissed Kong's collarbone. Cupping his cheeks, forcefully making Kong face Arthit. "I fucking love you so much that I vowed I'll be looking for you even in the afterlife."

"P'Arthit..." Kongpob whimpered, trembling as his body shook violently. He pulled Arthit down, kissing and groaning against the pink plumps. "You are mine."

"You are such a baby." Arthit laughed and hugged him, never stopping from his action of plunging in. Setting an army of marks over the tanned skin. "I didn't know a claim could be so adorable."

"Ain't I, your boss baby?" Kong peered up innocently. His entire face was wet with tears and sweat. Expressions holding complete pleasure.

"Not just boss baby." Arthit licked Kong's cheek and nibbled his lips. "You are my everything."

Kongpob clenched around Arthit, so overwhelmingly tight that Kong's everything moaned in delight. Constantly tasting Kong's skin with his warm tongue. Knowing he can positively eat Kongpob all day long.

Arthit didn't know who was in real labor. Dyra crying with extreme pain was understood. But, Kongpob crying his lungs out while watching Dyra was surely a show.

They both stood on either side of Dyra, waiting to welcome the baby. Feeling all the jitters at once, it is happening, the moment they were waiting for. Getting flashes of all the nine sweet months.

"Oh my god..." Kongpob wailed, urgently kissing her hand and forehead. "I'm so sorry you have to go through this."

"Don't cry, Kong." Dyra groaned in pain, arching sideways. Squeezing their hands with great force. Breaking into an uncontrollable sweat.

Just a little more, she kept urging herself. She has to do this, the other two have showered all the love and care on her. Proud of herself for being able to bring a smile to the couple's face. Being able to give them, which they'll treasure for all their life.

Another earth-shattering contraction hit her lower abdomen. She trashed on the bed, shaking her head. The unconscious spill of continuous tears scared the shit outta the anxious couple.

This time even Arthit seemed to be holding his urge to cry his lungs out.

The doctors ushered just in time. Moving hastily. Carrying the procedures. And everything went in a flash. So quick. So chaotic. So full of cries. Until...

"Congratulations! It's a boy!"

Kongpob swallowed deeply, instantly halting all his wails. Hearing the sweetest cry that graced his life. He lifted his head, looking at the small mass crying profusely.

He didn't wipe off the stream of tears that spilled down his cheeks. Taking in the beautiful sight of crying at some distance. His very own beautiful sight. So tiny. So very tiny. But theirs. His and Arthit's. Just like Kongpob had wanted. Their very own baby.

His eyes followed every moment. As the nurse wrapped the baby in a cloth ready to pass to Dyra.

Dyra shook her head, with a tired smile. Jerking her chin towards Kongpob. Signaling with the little of what strength was left in her, to let Kong be the first one to feel the baby.

The nurse halted for a second before smiling gently and complying with the request. She looked at Kongpob, who gaped at her with his beautiful red teary eyes, shaking his head slowly. Yet she knew that's exactly what the other wanted. Taking the crying baby to Kongpob.

Watching as the baby surprisingly calmed down in a wink after being in Kong's arms. Watching the pair of tears rolling down his cheeks. Happy beyond the limit.

Arthit leaned down, tightly kissing Dyra's forehead. His eyes were stuck on the two most precious gifts of his life. His lips trembled terribly, as he bit back the happy cries. "Thank you so very much for this."

Dyra nodded, closing her eyes. Her body was close to shutting down every connection with the world. But held her charming smile, being the supportive fan of the couple. Happy in their happiness. Receiving more kisses on her head.

"Go. Now you have two babies to take care of..." She whispered and slept off right after.

Arthit kissed her head one last time. His hazel eyes warmed with the scene set in front of him. The big baby cried terribly, cradling the small delicate one.

How can Arthit handle all this adorableness?

He rushed to the other side. Wasting no time in gathering his family in his arms. His happy tears finally flowed down, as he held around Kong's back. Kissing Kong's temple over and over.

Kongpob turned over in Arthit's arms, looking up at Arthit. His precious smile adoring his baby face.

"Ours?"

"Yes. Bub." Arthit chuckled between his tears. Resting his forehead on Kong's. "Our very own."

Kongpob smiled and nodded looking down at the cutely sleeping face. The face of baby Arthit. He blushed quickly, thinking how handsome his son is going to be growing up too.

He kissed the baby's head. Tilting his head up and gesturing Arthit to lean down. He placed a tight kiss on Arthit's forehead. With his quivering lips.

Arthit smiled wide. His glistened cheeks dipped, forming an adorable dimpled grin. They were finally fathers now. Okay. Okay. One is a beautiful Mommy. So bloody beautiful.

The sweet fact made Arthit kiss Kong breathless then and there. His arms cradled the two babies close to his heart. Both of them miss the small smile displayed by the newborn.

"It's all your fault, Dad?" Kong sobbed, glaring at Jared. "Where is he? I miss him so much."

It has been eight days since Arthit went on a business trip. He understands it is important but he can't help the need to be back in Arthit's arms. Even their baby is restless every night without having his Daddy beside him.

"Stop crying," Jared says, making funny faces at three months old baby Ayzel.

The baby giggled, attempting to pull Jared's glasses.

Crying Kongpob is not a big deal to anyone anymore. They learned that sometimes his wails are like throwing tantrums. And right now Jared surely didn't know what was taking Arthit this long to be back from the airport.

Also explaining Kongpob will be stupid. Who is not in the state to listen to anyone, apart from Arthit.

"You said he'll be back before seven." Kongpob rubbed his eyes. Sharing glances at Olivia and Jared. The consequence of this, being teased later not minding him anymore. He just didn't care.

"It's just half past seven now, Kong." Jared cradles Ayzel, raising him in the air. "He will come."

Olivia laughed, clicking numerous photos on her cell. Kongpob is a stupid baby, crying over nothing. But she felt glad that her son is loved so dearly. That someone is practically crying for his presence. That he means so much to her adorably stupid son-in-law.

"Why don't you call him?"

"It is switched off," Kong whispers. "I remind him every time to charge his cell and yet..."

He was impatient but he failed to remember that Arthit is the most impatient one among them.

Once stepping out of his car, he rushed up to his room. The room was filled with his parent's laughter and their baby's loud giggles. And then he heard what he knew would be the first thing he hears from Kongpob.

He chuckled, standing by the door, immediately getting a reaction from Kongpob. Who snapped up at him with tearful eyes, spilling more tears.

"I'm home, Bubble." Arthit grinned, opening his arms. The obvious romantic husband.

Kongpob rushed to him and launched himself on Arthit. Sighing and smiling, finding his life back. He cupped Arthit's face, kissing each part of it. Studying the face he was deprived of looking at for days.

"What took you so long?" Kongpob blushes, peering at the non-wavering hazel eyes that are focused on his face.

Arthit hugged him tightly, kissing his neck. Finally having Kongpob back in his arms, where Kong belonged. "I missed you so much."

Kongpob pecked Arthit's lips tightly. Hiding himself in Arthit's chest. "I missed you too."

Kong tightened the hug. Taking in the intoxicating aroma of his husband. Giggling internally. Nudging his face further into Arthit's chest.

Arthit walked, with Kong still clinging to him for life. Smiling wide at Ayzel who immediately raised his arms towards Arthit.

"My baby bun!" Arthit exclaimed, kissing Ayzel's face hurriedly. Cradling his loved ones, dearly.

Ayzel opened his mouth, giggling, poking Arthit's dimple. Like Kong does. Taking glances at both his Dads.

Kong was awed when baby Ayzel held both his parent's fingers in his tiny palm. As they lay on their bed with their bundle in the middle.

"He's so cute, Oon." Kong cooed, pushing closer and kissing Ayzel's cheek. "And so pretty like you."

Ayzel made a noise, a small giggle, sucking Arthit's finger. His legs swung in the air.

Arthit leaned over pecking Kong's lip. He bent down, nudging his nose on Ayzel's tummy. Making him laugh loud.

"Mommy says we are pretty." Arthit looked into Ayzel's eyes. Similar to his own. "But don't you think he is the most beautiful thing to exist?"

Ayzel raised his hand, trying to grab Arthit's face. Giving his toothless wide smile. Agreeing with Arthit. He looked to the other side.

Why was his mommy so red?

Kongpob watched them both. Pushing closer and cradling the small form close to his chest. His overwhelmed breaths didn't go unnoticed by Arthit.

"My baby," Kong whispered, delicately hugging Ayzel. Who blinked his round globes. Happy in his favorite warmth. "I love you so much."

Kongpob blushed, knowing Arthit is waiting for something. He avoided his husband, nudging his nose on Ayzel's small one.

"I love your Daddy too. So very much."

Arthit felt his blood rush to each cell of his body. He cupped Kong's cheek, caressing their lips together. Their slow soft brush lingering. He licked Kong's lips dutifully. Straightening on his elbow. Deepening the make-out. Mindful about the happy treasure lying between them.

Ayzel watched as his parents were busy doing something he didn't know. He waited a moment. Hoping they remember him. Curiously looking up, as they kept tilting their heads.

This is not fair. Their attention should be solely on Ayzel. He raised his hand reaching their faces, calling to them. His lips trembled and his eyes glistened. Letting out an aching sob. Followed by a series of unstoppable cries.

That pulled the fathers out of their trance. As they looked down at Ayzel crying loud. Knowing they were the cause of his distress. Their prince has inherited the habit of wanting all the attention on himself.

Kongpob chuckled, leaning and kissing Ayzel's face. "What made my baby cry?"

Ayzel sobbed more, his tiny palms holding Kong's face. As he pouted his lips. Taking glances at both of Dad. Who to his not liking were smiling. He increased the intensity of his actions, covering his eyes with the back of his palms.

Arthit chortled, exhilarated with this bundle. It wasn't the first time, the baby pulled this act. He picked Ayzel up. Bouncing in his arms. For Ayzel to stop crying.

And Arthit knew Ayzel would not stop his weeps until... Arthit huffed a sigh, settling themselves on the modified section on the balcony. Nuzzling on a pluffy mattress and cushions cocooned in the corner. With all sorts of soft toys and teddies messed over.

Messing the room has now been a habit of Ayzel as well. And Kongpob was confused about whether to be happy about the similarity or pull his own hair in frustration.

Ayzel rested on Arthit's tummy. Trying to get down from his powerful act. Playing with the necklace pendant. Ayzel looked at Arthit and then at the pendant. He leaned kissing Arthit's cheeks and lips. Showing how he missed his Daddy.

"Stop, killing me. Baby Bun." The happy groan made Ayzel wrap his pale hands around the pale neck. As he tittered into Arthit's neck.

Arthit cradled the soft mass dearly. Pecking his head multiple times. The beautiful toothless smile is everything to Arthit.

Arthit turned his head, watching another smiley human, who is also Arthit's everything, walking towards them. Carrying a huge fluffy blanket to hide them all from the chilling weather. Taking care of everything.

Arthit shook his head, smiling softly. He missed this Mommy version too.

Kongpob came over wrapping the blanket around Arthit's shoulder. Comfortably settling himself between Arthit's legs. Melting in his safe warmth. Resting his cheek on Arthit's chest. Meeting the round hazel eyes of Ayzel, who leaned on Arthit the same.

Kongpob held Ayzel's tiny palm, kissing it. Both smiling brightly. Only they knew how much they missed Arthit. How much they yearned for Arthit's messy presence, all these days.

Kongpob kissed Arthit's chest. Ayzel blinked for a moment before doing the same. They giggled and hid in Arthit's chest.

"Stop being so cute," Arthit whined, squeezing them to himself. Showering thousands of noisy kisses over their faces. "I missed you both so much."

Kongpob and the baby didn't mind if the hug was way tighter to endure but they needed it very much. And they basked in the presence.

Ayzel dropped his head on Arthit's shoulder. Nuzzling in the crook. Yawning and falling into slumber with his parent's voice being the lullaby. Dreaming in his night sleep.

"Let me take a good look at you." Arthit held around Kong's back. Bumping their noses. As he eye fucked Kongpob. "Hm, whose alluring husband are you?"

Kongpob blushed, chuckling. His lips were caressed by Arthit's thumb. "Why? You liked me?" Kongpob sucked Arthit's thumb.

"Yeah. On the verge of going crazy about you." Arthit bared his teeth. As he crashed his lips on the sinful mouth.

And he was responded back sheepishly. His hands traced the slender back. Just perfect. Everything about his husband is perfect. And Arthit is proud to have loved each part of it.

At some point, Ayzel was back in his crib. Sleeping soundly. Finally at peace after his Daddy's return.

While Arthit was back inside Kongpob. Letting his beautiful husband please him the way he wanted. As he kept drowning in the sweaty face submerged in the pleasure. Moaning and blushing shamelessly, but continuing to satisfy his Master, like the obedient kitten that he is.

Usually, Kongpob would whine and tell Arthit to close his eyes. However, Arthit just never listens to Kongpob. He keeps watching and never looks away. Kissing him breathlessly, until both of them moan for the last time. Kissing some more, cause they can't get over the feeling of their incredible lovemaking.

Kong rested Arthit's chest, pasting his cheek against it. Sitting sideways on Arthit. Hugging Arthit tight. Breathing his lovely scent. He tilted his head up, facing his handsome spouse.

He cradled Arthit's face. His sleepy eyes drooped down. But restricting to close them. Wanting to admire Arthit some more. He blinked his eyes. Yes. Some more. He smiled. Some more.

It would be a waste if you are given a pretty angel like Arthit, and you won't even admire its beauty. How will Kong tell him, that Arthit is beautiful like no other? So much excellent glow, that a little glance at him is enough to brighten Kong's and Ayzel's life.

But Arthit's whole presence is not enough. They both are greedy regarding it. Arthit is their most favorite person, and they will never let him go away. Arthit is all they have and all they need.

Arthit kissed his eyes, placing Kong's face on his shoulder. "Sleep, Baby. It's enough. Don't tire yourself."

"No." He shook his head, leaning back to look at Arthit. "I missed you so much."

Arthit's tummy fluttered, with the grey eyes, pouring all their love on him. Flattering him with the tickling feels of his blushing insides. His lips curved upwards into a silly bashful smile.

"I know, Bubble." Arthit kissed his closed eyes. Tracing his lips on each part of Kong's face. Calming him with a soft touch.

Arthit kissed Kong's forehead, placing him on the bed. Picking Ayzel and placing him between themselves. Pecking the tiny forehead and cheeks. Hugging both of his bundles of heaven dearly. His two sources of amorous happiness, sleeping peacefully, taking away Arthit's dreams.

Not knowing how he himself is the whole universe for the other two.

"You look... Kongpob." Arthit caressed Kong's cheek. "Like out of the world beautiful. How can something be so heart-stirring?"

The younger blushed, slapping Arthit's chest. Both look extremely breathtaking in their wedding suits. As they hid themselves somewhere from the last half an hour. Never caring about the people who were going hysterical in searching for them.

Enjoying the bliss of togetherness. Teasing and laughing happily. After this day, they were going to be known as husbands. For which, both of them were waiting desperately. The desperateness that Arthit manages to show, while Kong blushes and hides it.

Kongpob wrapped his hands around Arthit's back, hugging his tight. Peeking up at Arthit. "You'll be mine after today. And I love you."

"I love you too. So very much." Arthit kissed Kong's lips tight. "And I've always been yours."

"Also..." Arthit took Kong's hand. Kissing the palms. "You've always been mine."

He always loves, when Arthit claims Kong as his. He can feel the heat produced in his body. The knowledge that someone loves him crazily, melts Kongpob away.

"Your hands that embrace me. Your fingers that pull my hair when I'm doing something down here, are mine." Arthit pushed closer, their semi-hard selves brushing.

"Shameless jerk." Kong mouthed, terribly flushing. His heart flushed as well. Listening to the other's heartbeat.

Arthit laughed, holding Kong firmly against himself. "Those pretty legs you spread for me, are mine. The slender waist and your cute little tummy, which is adorned with my hickeys, are mine."

"Your captivating chest and the tiny beauties on it, are mine to gobble on..." Arthit leaned nibbling Kong's red cheeks. "This neck is mine to mark, mine to grab when most of the time you disobey your Master, and yet forgiven quickly."

Kongpob giggles, as Arthit snorts his head smiling.

Arthit cradles his face, kissing his nose. "Your chin, your chubby jawline, your cheeks which I munch on every day, your round nose, your ears that obey my stupid commands, your mesmerizing eyes that say everything even without speaking a word, are mine... Your delicate lips are mine to kiss on, your mouth that cries and moans my name, is mine. Your soft forehead is mine to kiss and assure that we're going to be together forever and ever."

Kongpob smiled with happy tears rolling down his cheeks. Knowing no one will ever love him this sweetly as Arthit does.

He tipped on his toes, wrapping his hands over Arthit's neck. Taking him into a sizzling kiss. As they sighed and made noises against each other's lips. Satisfying the hunger pleasingly. Aware that they are breathless, yet not pulling apart.

"Thank you for loving me, P'Arthit." Kongpob cried, with a smile, resting their foreheads together. "I love you so much... Thank you."

Arthit held around Kong's back, looking straight into the glistened grey globes. "My precious little soft rose-gold Petal, thank you for making my life beautiful with your beautiful presence."

Kong giggled, as he was dangled off the floor into Arthit's arms. As he wiped his face on Arthit's suit. Arthit doing the same, even though he had nothing to wipe off.

They cried in pain when their ear was twisted by Jared and Olivia.

"Dad..." Kong cried when he was being pulled away from Arthit, by Jared. "It hurts."

"That's supposed to." Jared stopped quickly, pulling his hand away. He caressed Kong's ear softly. "The guests are waiting, what in the world were you doing?"

Kong sighed in relief, only for the next moment both of his ears were twisted. As he was being dragged away.

"Mom, please." Arthit pleaded or more like snapped at Olivia. Who didn't budge.

She pushed both of them inside the room and glared. "You have five minutes to look at yourself. I repeat just five."

She looked over at a grinning Jared. Tugging his suit jacket, he held out his hand for her. "Isn't that exactly what Mom had said to us as well?"

"Shut up." Olivia laughed, getting the flashes of her wedding day. Entangling her hand with Jared's.

The grooms looked at each other inside the room, panicked.

"We just have five minutes," Arthit says, looking down at himself, then at his fiance.

"Just five," Kongpob repeats.

Before launching himself on Arthit, who was absolutely ready to catch the other. As they giggled and kissed deep and hard for the most amazing five minutes of their life. Laughing heartily. Kissing each other's faces and lips simultaneously.

May god bless these shameless grooms and their happily ever-after love story.

"P'Arthit." Kong whimpered, as his lips were bitten hard. And ass squished simultaneously. "Don't start anything... Oh."

"Don't worry, Bubble." Arthit plastered Kong's cheek on the door. Working with their pants. "This door is opening only when we are ready."

Kongpob blushed, dropping his head. It felt exciting to do this, going against the orders. He bit his tongue to control his moans. Arthit's hard self poking behind him.

"You are so hot, Sweetheart. How come you look a level more sexier each time we do it?" Arthit licks his neck. Tight and desperate. Thrusting in. "No doubt my dick is always hard because of you."

Arthit observed the exquisite slender form, bent ahead of him. Obliging to him. Trusting him. This splendid, delicious and alluring human is his.

Became his the very first-time Arthit watched him with the glass of pink milk. The shy image of the other is still vivid in his memories.

Arthit grabbed Kong's face tilting it aside. Kissing him senseless. Plunging his tongue inside, sucking in each beautiful groan. Turning on themselves more hard.

"You were always mine, Kongpob. And it'll remain this way. Forever." Arthit stated, biting Kong's cheek. Grabbing Kong's waist, preventing him from falling. "You hear me, Mr. Rojnapat?"

Kongpob gasped, blushing. As he nodded, avoiding looking at Arthit. Who seemed self-satisfied with everything.

"I am waiting for an answer, Darling." Arthit pulled out, only to give a hard long thrust.

Kongpob dropped his head back on Arthit's shoulder. Opening his mouth wide, letting out a cry. "Yes, P'Arthit."

"Yes, what?"

"I'm yours." Kongpob smiled, shivering with the heat that circulated in his body, so suddenly.

"And?"

"And. And..." Kongpob shook his head. Scratching the door. His legs shaking with terribly. "And. I'll remain to be yours. Forever."

"Hm. Hm. I'm happy." Arthit chuckled next to his ears. Biting carelessly on the tanned neck. "Now let's get married, my beautiful Kongpob, shall we?"

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