"I wouldn't take my soldiers anywhere I wouldn't go..." Mew feels Gulf's soft skin which is darkened at places because of his 'gentle' bites.

"I know. I love and respect that about you. I am just being a silly possessive selfish wife. Let me be." Gulf pouts then starts another speech about how Mew should never take a step outside the palace.

Mew chuckles. "God! I fereking miss you." He squishes Gulf to his chest once more.

"I think Thorn will never let you go anywhere. Good luck hubby."

"He missed me that much, huh?" Happiness blooms inside Mew and his eyes stings. "That little bastard is a trouble maker."

"You are telling me?!"

Gulf tells him all about their child's tandrums. "... then he kicked the poor man's knee. I did not know Thorn could jump that high! Then the poor fellow opened the military chamber and proved that baby that you are not hiding inside."

"He is bad for our heart." Mew lovingly looks at the cradle.

"Agreed. He has grown up too fast. He needs a new bed now. He has learned how to climb out of the crib without making a noise. San knows how to but he would not do without somebody watching. Either Thorn or P'Siwat."

"Why do I feel like I missed him growing up?"

"You didn't. It is just when you are here, you two would do things like that and I do not have to plaster my eyes on our son but... when you were not here, I was noticing the things that reminded me Thorn is not an infant anymore."

"Yeah... Next time maybe if I have to go anywhere I will tell him and go. I do not want him to wonder if I have abandoned him or anything. Kids think the weirdest way possible."

Gulf nods throwing arms and limbs around Mew, hugging his man to death. "I was so lonely without you."

Mew takes the sweet scent of his Gulf with subtle earthy tones that he loves so much. He brushes Gulf's hair back and presses a love filled wet kiss on his wife's forehead.

"I still believe I missed you more."

"Not a chance." Gulf pats Mew's back and then falls back asleep.

The next morning when he wakes up, the palace feels like his home. Of course it is.

Gulf smiles at Mew who is snoring with slightly opened mouth. He leaves after pecking the man's forehead. He takes the small earthen pot and the cloth that is immersed in it overnight.

He gently moves the blanket that covers Mew's arm and ties it around the black cobweb like bruise. Mew's mage has already healed the wound but a necromancer's spell may leave a mark if left unattended.

Ja and Yude - the solider who is heavily wounded - flanked their king before the next spell. Ja being gifted with Mew's mage shield only had minor scratch just like Mew but Yude might need several months to perfectly heal.

If the man is less stubborn the treatment will be easier.

Gulf sighs.

Mew has said that it is because he does not have a mate to tame him.

Gulf knows how Mew used to be before Gulf came to his life and the Empress agrees.

Mama walks to the cradle and coos when he sees his little boy sleeping hugging the Panda tight. He will stitch the new 'wound' on panda's ear later.

"Mama... no..." Thorn grumbles when he is picked up from the cradle thinking he has to wake up now.

"Mama has a surprise for you. You can see it if you open your pretty eyes now."

"No." Thorn smushes his face into Mama's neck and falls back asleep.

Gulf giggles and peppers Thorn's head with small kisses and lowers him next to his dad.

"Don't lose your mind when you wake up, child." He smiles when Thorn naturally seeks his dad's arm to find a comfy spot.

"Oh, he is so going to lose him mind." Mild whispers smiling at Mama Kana and lowers San next to Thorn. "They are puppies. Look."

The mothers giggle when San too wiggles around and curls around Thorn clutching dad's arm.

"Siwa already left to King's Castle. Want to bath together? I want a massage." Mild grumbles. I pulled a muscle when I... uh... tired to pick up San's toy from the ground."

Gulf rolls his eyes. "Then you might want to massage me back, because I also picked up Thorn's toy from the ground."

"You nasty!" Mild pushes Gulf away.

"You are the nasty! Nastier than farting skunk." Gulf pushes back and the fight ensues that officially starts their good morning.

"You are nastier than puking vulture."

Well, the valets wake up from the commotion and the Queen's Castle is alive after two months.

When Gulf is back from his breakfast the first time, his family was still sleeping. San has moved to Mew's stomach and Thorn has perched his head on dad's chest, sleeping with his tiny tush up. The next time, both kids where cradled to daddy's chest on either side, Mew's big hands cradling both the babies close.

Then he thinks it will be better to serve his husband and kids breakfast on bed because Mew deserves it. He hopes Thorn will not scream and...

"DAAADDDDY!!!"

Never mind.

"DDDDAAADDDYYYYY!!!"

Gulf winces at the scream and he prays his hubby's ears are intact. It is reverberating through the walls and Gulf is a good distance away from the boys.

When he pulls back the canopy, the kids are literally jumping on Mew.

"Kids! Stop it! Daddy will get hurt."

"No, Daddy neva hut!" San counters but stops jumping and hugs the man close with a happy smile.

Thorn on the other hand has tears in his eyes and Gulf melts. "Why don't you all, go brush your teeth and take a warm bath. Daddy can you handle it?" Gulf teases and Mew growls.

"Come on, soldiers! Up!"

San happily climbs down but Thorn makes grabby hands and Mew picks him up with a melting smile.

"Baby Ton cyed, no see daddy." San says picking on his nose.

"Well, now daddy is here, babies do not have to cry." Mew kisses his son and ruffles San's head.

"I no cy, Daddy." San proudly announces. "Mama Mi say Daddy heyo and..." San forgets what he is talking about when he sees food on the stand. He runs to it but Daddy pulls him back just in time.

"Yes, daddy is a hero." Gulf says, gulping down his emotions. "And all heroes brush their teeth before eating. So shoo..."

Mew waves away the valets when they line outside the bathroom. "Take the day off."

Thorn will not climb down from Mew. Even when San has a very good time in bubble filled water, Thorn perches himself on Mew's shoulder and stays put.

"LUUK, Daddy... I am a egg!" San covers himself in soap bubbles and the white fluff on his round face really do make him look like an egg.

During breakfast, San is chatting a mile per moment but little boy Thorn glares at his high chair and seats himself on daddy's lap.

Gulf knows it has to tone down a bit but every time they suggest Thorn to move away from dad, those little eyes fill up. So the first few days, Gulf does not meddle in.

But it is too much when he finds Thorn sitting in front of the closed toilet asking his daddy questions.

"Daddy pooping." Thorn states when Gulf exasperatedly asks his son what he is doing on the dry but cold bathroom floor.

It is not adorable!

"I know! Give that man some space, Thorn. You are coming with me this instant!" Gulf pulls on the child's hand and the boy screams bloody murder.

"It is okay, tua-eng. I am finished anyways." Mew comes out with a sad smile and Thorn wiggles in Gulf's hand watching his dad move away to wash hands.

Thorn pouts at his mae and hugs his dad tight when Mew takes him from mae after drying his hands.

"It is not okay, P'Mew." Wife adamantly says his husband.

"We will try tomorrow."

"You said that yesterday. Thorn, come with me now."

"Noooo... dada, no goooo. No..." Mew pushes Gulf's hand away from Thorn's shoulder.

"Hey, he is fine. We are going to uncles' day after tomorrow. Then my son will behave as a big man, right, son?" Thorn nods still clinging to Mew's neck. "See, mama. You do not have to worry about anything. But Thorn, dada's hands are aching really bad. Why don't you stand next to me? Daddy will pick you up in a moment."

Thorn looks down at the arm he is resting his bum on and then at his daddy's eyes.

"My hand is aching." Mew adds a pout for effect.

Thorn scowls and then wiggles around the man's chest, hanging on Mew's neck and then glares up to dad.

Mew admits his defeat and then takes his other arm to hold Thorn in place.

"That is very kind of you, youngling." Mew says and Thorn smiles big.

So all day, Mew has to tag along with Thorn to play, to eat, to poop... you name it; the kid will not do it alone.

For the first time ever, it is Gulf who asks Mew to put their son in cradle to sleep; but Thorn will not have it.

"He thinks if he is not closely watching I may disappear again."

Gulf knows it too but bending to his toddler's demand is not good.

"Go with mama, big man. You want immi, right? Mama will give you immi." Thorn looks doubtfully at his mae but surrenders when mae picks him up smiling. "Daddy will sit here."

Mew sits next to Gulf as the mae lies down and Thorn starts suckling. Gulf does not produce much milk anymore but his spoiled brat of an adorable son is happy to hold and suck on immi. If it gets him to sleep, Gulf may allow it.

Mew barely lies down behind Gulf, Thorn takes his mouth away from immi and starts whimpering.

"Daddy is here." Mew quickly replies and extends his hand to his boy.

Gulf opens his arm and Mew cuddles under the arm, peeking down at his son who is drinking immi but glaring up at him, squeezing his finger tighter.

Mew looks at his son's leg circling Gulf's stomach. Mew is sure the last time the little leg would not even be seen from Gulf's tummy.

The first time he saw his son, the tiny foot was the size of Mew's little finger.

"When did he grow up?"

"Children grow up when parents blink." Gulf says and then laughs when Mew opens his eyes wider not to blink.

Thorn falls asleep listening to his parents laugh and talk. Mama only laughs this much when daddy is near.

Gulf takes Thorn to the cradle and the husband waits for his wife.

"Did you like my gifts?"

"The ones I have opened, yes." Crates of jewels and artefacts are piled and Gulf has not gotten enough time to go through all. "I am going to keep the idols in our Sun Temple if that is okay with you. If they are the real deities, I do not want them to be disrespected. Gods are not bound to petty fights and brutality of our kind."

Mew shakes his head. "Whatever my wise wife says."

"It is not my wisdom. Just facts, hubby. I will ask the priests."

"What do 'you' want, beloved?"

"Hm?" Gulf asks, getting under the blanket and tucking himself close to Mew's side.

"Just... there must be something you want. Anything?"

"What could I possible want that I already do not have?" Gulf chuckles.

"Land, jewels, oh, maybe a new shoes? You love them."

"I do and my hubby has gifted me another thousand pairs this time also." Gulf sighs. "I already have everything. But thank you for asking. I... it felt good to hear you ask. Love you."

Gulf gives a sweet kiss on Mew's cheek. "Good night tee-rak."

Mew smiles. "I do not want you to settle for anything. You can ask anything specific. Up to your satisfaction. Will you ask me if you want anything?"

"Of course I will. Who else will I ask?"

"Good night, tua-eng."

"Hm mm."

Mew and Gulf tries very hard to alleviate their child's separation fear.

If Mew is honest, without his wife hearing, Thorn is doing a good job but Gulf is still not happy. Mew does not mind standing here watching his son play with San.

It is adorable to watch but for whatever reason Gulf thinks this is not at all necessary.

His son is a child and children need their parents. Simple, right?

Mew moves to the chair next to the kids' playground and just as he sits, he sees his son worriedly looking around for him.

Now, that may seem as a problem but not as big as Gulf thinks to be.

"I am over here, buddy. I am watching." Mew shouts.

"DADDY NO GO." Thorn scolds him with a scowl and Mew groans under his breath.

"Not going anywhere. Just sitting."

"No go." Thorn adds and Mew agrees with a bow.

But gradually, especially with the help of Ja and surprisingly happy First, Thorn is now running around without checking for dad so often. After the Royal Family's visit, they have visited the palace for a week's stay and with all the attention bombarded on Thorn and San, the kids are now back to being scoundrels when moms are not watching.

So, what happens? Another 'baby' in Mew's family is acting up for attention.

Who, you ask?

Gulf.

Surprising, right?

Yes, Mew thinks so too.

The festival Gulf has arranged is a huge success and even Mew's old partners from their Fishermen Island have also visited. Mew knows Gulf misses the life they had there and they were thinking of going there for a few days.

But not with the way Gulf is now behaving.

"TUA-ENG!" Mew sees the untouched food and gets angry. "Do not make me angry, beloved. I told you to eat, didn't I?"

"I do not want it!" Gulf growls and leaves with an angry huff.

"You had nothing for dinner last night... no fruits and bitterjuice does not count and then your skip breakfast. Now, it is evening and you have not even touched your lunch!"

"I am an adult and I know when to eat and what to eat. Don't your mighty-self have work to do?"

"Gulf!" Mew takes a long deep breath.

"Leave me alone!" His wife sniffles and runs away.

Mew smack the table with more force than needed and the dishes clatter, plates falling to ground, breaking to pieces.

The valets rush in and are subjected to the Emperor's wrath.

"YOU PEOPLE HAVE ONE JOB! TO MAKE MY WIFE'S LIFE EASY AND WHAT DO YOU DO?! THIS?" Mew roars and the people fall to their knees. "Make something that he will happily eat, for gods sake! Or I will fry your fingers and then feed it to hunting animals!" Mew spits and walks out.

Now where has his troublesome wife run off to?

"Gulfie, you better listen to me. I am your Emperor and above that I am your husband. I have..." Mew does not want to smile seeing Gulfie's beautiful feet behind the curtain.

How can he mad at his adorable wife who hides behind the curtain?

Mew briskly walks to the curtain and pulls it off... only to see his wife gulping down from a goblet.

"What the hell are you drinking?" Mew snatches it and takes a cautious sip. "What? Bitterwood juice? You are tried, aren't you? Are you dizzy?"

"Give me that!"

"You have to eat!!! The last time you ate something substantial was three days ago, Gulf! Bitterwood juice are not for disobedient brats who do not listen to their husbands and refuse to eat!" Mew scolds and then feels bad when Gulf wails.

"You will not even let me drink that in peace." Gulf accuses and then runs away again pushing Mew's chest.

"Tua-eng, I am sor..."

The door to the Empress' Chamber shuts with a thud and Mew hears the lock falling to its place.

He gently knocks on the door with a sad sigh. "Darling, baby, I am sorry. Alright? I am just worried about you. Come on open the door. I am sorry I shouted. You know how I get when I am angry. Sorry. Forgive me."

Mew's heart pains when he hears sniffles on the other side.

"I am sorry. I will let you drink this in peace if you promise to eat dinner with me tonight. Open the door. This is yours."

Mew waits patiently and the door slowly opens; just a bit for a slender hand to peek out.

How adorable can a person get?

Mew opens the door and holds on the hand when his wife tries to run away again.

"You force me to eat!" Gulf glares, his pink lips wobbling.

"Because I worry that you are not eating enough but... hey, do not start crying... but I agree. Here, you can drink this but you must have dinner with me tonight. Agree?"

Gulf nods. "Give me that."

"Words, Gup, words."

God, his wife is so stubborn.

"I will have dinner with you tonight but I will only have what I love to eat. Do not force me to eat things I do not like."

Mew sighs. "I agree, tua-eng."

Gulf nods; the pout still in place.

"I love you." Mew keeps the goblet away from Gulf but his angry wife will not say it back. "Come on, say it back... or I will be deeply hurt."

"I love you too. Now give it back, Boo."

Mew gives and the door is shut and locked the very next moment but the way Gulf called him Boo is still raining on Mew's heart.

"God, I am so sappy." Mew tells no one and leaves with a happy skip.

But his happiness fades when Gulf only eats fruits- again -and then drinks only bitterwood juice. He will not even touch his own favourite yellow waterberry wine.

"This is not fair, wife."

Gulf ignores his husband and pushes away another tasty dish. "I want pork fat!" Gulf announces and then looks at his husband with a stern eye.

"To eat?" Mew holds in a gag.

It takes everything in Gulf not to shout and cry. "Do you want me to eat or not?"

The valet rushes in an out of the kitchen to keep Gulf occupied till the dish is ready up to the Empress's liking.

Mew loses his appetite when his wife happily settles on a bowl of huge cubic chunks of pig fat; it does not even look fried; just boiled.

"Have some." Gulf happily tries to feed Mew but the stealthy Emperor steals a fruit from Gulf's fruit bowl.

"You wanted it really bad, sweetheart. You eat. Here, I will have this." Mew quickly shoves the whole strawberry fruit, with leaves and all, inside his own mouth - anything not to eat those... yuck!

Gross!

"P'Mew silly! You are eating leaves like an usap animal." Gulf giggles and Mew sighs relieved.

He thanks his combat training that stops him from scrunching his nose when his wife adds spice on top of the fat chunks and happily gobbles down with a small burp.

"Enough!" Gulf pushes away everything and leaves the dining with a yawn.

Mew looks down at the half eaten bowl and holds in the gag again.

Pork is not Mew's favourite food but if it is perfectly cooked, seasoned and fat-removed he will eat it if there is no other food in the world or if Gulf lovingly cooks and put it in his mouth. But Gulf loves them just after sliced bread and Mew has no problem with it.

Yet, this is too much.

The valets quickly remove the dishes from the table and Mew sighs worrying about his wife.

He will take to his wife, maybe tomorrow. Tonight is just too beautiful with the way Gulf's eyes has shined and he does not want to see them dim arguing about food.

Of course Gulf skipped breakfast 'lying' to his hubby that he has eaten. He ate three slices of ripe canteleon and so technically Gulf has not lied per se.

He does not care how hubby does not see it that way. It is his tummy. He can decide for himself what to eat and what not to eat.

It is afternoon Mew decides enough is enough.

He is the Emperor and everything he says goes. It is his wife's health in question. And he knows his family backs him up when Mild is the one to snitch on his best friend.

He has specifically instructed Gulf that a gulp of bitterwood juice is not lunch. Yet his wife disobeys him and only ate two unripen sour lounberries calling them a lunch.

Mew takes the cane with an angry huff.

"I will redden those pretty thighs!" Mew growls and goes in search of his troublesome wife.

Gulf is happily eating wild franter fruits with salt; the salt and sourness is perfect and is making his mouth water, when he sees his angry husbands coming to him in long strides. He gets a glimpse of cane in the hand and those doe eyes widen in surprise.

"Oh shoot." Gulf quickly climbs down the tree branch with a gulp.

"Don't even think about it, tua-eng." Mew warns speeding up.

Gulf quickly ties the small fruits in the edge of his tunic, not at all worried about the oozing sap. Thorn would have been miffed. Last time mae almost spanked his bum for soiling his silk trousers for having sap stains on the pockets.

Just as Mew reaches the garden, Gulf takes off running and Mew stands there with mouth dropped open at how fast Gulf really is.

"Wifey, you better stop running now!"

"NO!" Gulf screams without even stopping to catch a breath.

"I will surely cane your thighs." Mew growls and takes off after his fawn.

How old are they?

Mew is really really angry but he ends up laughing when Thorn sees them running and trails behind them with those tiny legs.

"Daddy..." Thorn whimpers when he cannot catch up with his running parents. Are they leaving him and running away?

Tears fill his eyes but he wipes them when daddy runs back to him with a happy smile.

"Come on, son! Mama is getting away." Mew places Thorn over his head and holds on his son's legs tightly. Thorn clutches on the man's hair and squeals happily when daddy starts running again.

But looks like mama has won. Dada drops to the ground panting and Thorn slowly climbs down to daddy's lap.

"Dada no see mama. Dada it ageen."

Mew has no idea what that is about but he nods, trying to catch breath.

Thorn shakes his head disappointedly at his father but pats his face gently.

"Hey, Thorn, any idea where mama might be hiding?"

"No." Thorn runs back to San leaving his dad behind.

Mew stands up again, taking the cane tucked under his belt. "I will find you, Gulfie. You better be ready."

The Emperor walks around searching every nook and cranny only to stop with a throbbing heart when he sees his wife sleeping on the diwan by the window of their old bedroom in King's Castle.

Mew does not make any sound and he faintly smiles seeing dried fruit juices and salt crystals around the pretty mouth.

A half-eaten fruit is still inside Gulf's palm; slowly turning red as exposed to air for too long.

"Did you really fall asleep while eating the fruit, tua-eng?"

Mew chuckles under his breath and the tenderness of his heart is too much.

The cane is mocking in his hands but he knows he will have to punish his wife. Skipping meals is not okay but Mew may forgive him; this one time.

He places the cane on the table and sits next to sleeping Gulf. He leans down and gently brushes a kiss on the plump lips that looks more inviting that usual.

Mew scrunches his nose and squeezes his teary eyes shut, cursing in his mind.

Dear God, that is so sour.

"How the hell do you eat them?!" Mew wipes his eyes and then takes the fruits off Gulf's lap. "I will surely spank you when we wake up."

Mew pecks his wife's forehead, before wetting a towel and dabbing those petal lips. "Then you complain to me that your lips are always chapped."

The Emperor curls around his wife with a sigh; his arm winding around Gulf's tummy and they fall asleep.

Mew wakes up to see his wife gently straddling his waist and trying to get down without waking him up. He quickly shuts his eyes and hears his wife chanting 'don't wake up please.'

Mew only opens his eyes when his troublemaker child of a wife takes the cane and walks on his toes to the fireplace.

He smirks and pops his head on the elbow and watches Gup throwing the cane to the fire with a happy giggle.

The giggles stop when he turns around seeing his husband wide awake and smirking at him.

Gulf makes a dash to the door but Mew pulls him to a back hug with a quick jump.

"What are you doing?" Mew growls and nibbles on Gulf's nape and soon his wife is a laughing, giggling mess in his hands.

"Burning your cane. Hahaa... P'Mew!" Gulf is feeling ticklish when Mew bites his ear.

"And why is that?"

"You were going to beat me with it."

"You deserve it. You..." God, his wife is beautiful, adorable, sexy and... God, he is going crazy and apparently Guppie knows it quite well.

"Baby is sorry." Gulf blinks his eyes keeping his lips with a pout right in front of Mew's face.

"No My Baby is not. You skipped lunch. Again..." Mew gulps and his words end up as a whisper.

The blinking adorable eyes and the pouty lips is getting him again - Mew stares at his wife and he knows there is no way he can stay angry at his Gup; though he should be.

Mew curls his elbow around Gulf's neck and gives a deep smooch on the side of his head, steering him to the door. "Come on troublemaker. I am hand feeding you dinner today and you will eat whatever I put in your mouth."

"You can put something else in my mouth."

"You are not getting off that easily. I will feed you first and when our son goes to sleep, I will put something in your mouth to suck on." Mew growls, giving those jiggly ass cheeks a hard squeeze.

"P'Mew. Stop!" Gulf looks around wondering if anyone is hearing.

"Hey, you started it." Mew pinches Gulf's waist and there goes his wifey all giggly and playful.

"Are you being cute and cuddly to evade the punishment."

"Is it working?" Gulf kisses Mew's cheek.

"Maybe..." Mew says. "But if I find you skipping meals again, I will surely tan your hide. I have a collection of canes."

"P'Boo, be kind on N'Biiiiiii..."

Mew sighs when Gulf jumps up and down to be picked up. He hides his smile but gives his wifey a piggy ride who claims to be 'suddenly oh so tired."

Mew tries everything; sweet words, angry words, pouts, glares... everything but his wife is not eating much. Gulfie surely knows how to keep Mew from really getting angry and it always work in favour of him.

And Gulf 'makes up' to him at night.

"Though... hmm..." Mew grunts when Gulf hollows his cheeks. "... it looks like milk, ahh, you do know that it is not milk."

Gulf hums and bobs his head.

"So... drinking this will not be counted... goddess. Yes!"

Gulf slowly twirls his tongue around the tip and then licks from the bottom. "You sure? I can stop anytime."

"Please no! Yes, this counts. Yes, yes, yes!"

So, that is why Mew is glaring at his sleeping wife, ashamed to admit he got played again.

"Tomorrow I will..." Mew whisper shouts at his wife.

"Yeah yeah yeah." Gulf mumbles taking Mew's hand and wraps it around his stomach.

Exactly why now Mew is rushing to the healer's chamber with a cane in his hand, and sadness heavily tinged with anger in his heart.

His wife has vomited and then almost fainted if not for Siwat catching him on time.

Mew had begged at Gulf's feet to stop eating sour fruits and have something else as breakfast. Did he listen? No. Now look what happened.

This time Gulf will really get it.

Mew does not care how and why Gulf thought it was a good idea to...

Mild comes to him giggling up a storm. "P'MEW!!!" Mild hugs him tight and pecks on his cheek. "You naughty naughty man!"

Mew scowls at his Nong. "Oh, do not play innocent N'Mild. I am on the way to spank Gulf, then it is you."

"It is you who should be spanked!" Mild runs away giggling. "I am going to warm up some rose syrup for Gulf to have it with sour bread."

"No more sour things for him!!!" Mew glares but Mild runs away giggling.

"Mymi, stop, I have..." Siwat comes running but stops when he sees Mew with a big smile. "You smug bastard! You! I should beat you to death for what you did."

Siwat heavily punches Mew's back twice.

"What I did?! It is all Gulf. I told him several times but will he listen? No..."

Siwat fondly looks at the Emperor who apparently has no clue what is happening. "Mew... Mew stop talking. You should see N'Gulf. He needs you now. He is waiting. Go see him."

Mew frowns when Siwat calls him a sneaky bastard again.

"What did I do?" Mew mumbles.

But he shakes his head and goes in search of his sick wife. Mew feels his anger subside a little but he reinforces resolve for his wife's well-being.

He fixes his glare on his face and opens the door to the sick room.

Gulf is facing the window but turns around when he hears his hubby's footsteps. Mew melts when he sees his wifey's rosy cheeks and teary eyes.

Even more when he sees Gulf nervously wringing his hands together with the guiltiest expression ever.

Looks like Mew cannot punish today too.

"Darling." Mew calls and Gulf sniffles. "How are you feeling?" He asks gently.

"P'Mew." Gulf whimpers and P'Mew pulls his troublesome wife into a hug.

"Stop with the cute face. I..."

Gulf takes Mew's hand and presses it over his tummy. Mew does not notice it at first, thinking his wife is only trying to deflect his wrath.

"I am not angry, tua-eng. I just..." Then Mew stops altogether and everything zooms in at that one moment.

The teases, Gulf's weird tastes and his hand over Gulf's soft stomach.

"W... Wha..." Mew asks, not believing what is happening. "Are you telling me what I think you are telling me?"

Gulf nods.

"Gulf, baby, please..." Mew cannot breathe.

"Healer is not sure. But with all the things going on and... my vomiting and..."

Mew gulps and then pulls Gulf even more closer, his hand winding tight around his wife's waist.

"I might be pregnant." Gulf whispers and Mew nods earnestly against his head.

"But the blood test is still not clear." Mew nods again.

Gulf falls silent and his hubby picks him up, gently placing him on the bed. Mew quickly starts rubbing Gulf's stomach.

Gulf falls to Mew' chest with a sigh.

"P'Boo..."

P'Mew is crying and Gulf recognises he is crying too.

"I..." Gulf closes his eyes when Mew wipes his eyes tenderly. "I want a baby. I... want another child with you, my soulmate, please."

Mew smothers Gulf in a hug, his lips sealing the deal of his wife's desire.

"There is nothing... nothing I want more, my darling wife, my mate. I am truly blessed." Mew peppers his wife's face with kisses.

"Then... can we try to, you know, for a child?"

"You have to ask me? I will help anyway possible. You know?"

They both stare at each other for a moment then giggles.

"That was bad, hubby."

"Hey, you do need my help." Mew pulls Gulf to his lap with a happy smile but teary eyes.

"I do." Gulf mumbles feeling so shy all of a sudden.

"I promise wifey, we will try till we are parents again. Gulf I will give you the world, you know it. This is... this means the world to me."

Gulf smiles and Mew wonders if he deserves this happiness.

Gulf leans and gives Mew the sweetest kiss ever.

Oh, yes Mew deserves this happiness for he is the one Gulf needs and loves.

"How will we tell this to Thorn?" Gulf asks drawing lines over Mew's veins on the hand that is rubbing on his tummy.

Crap!