Believe Again

CH 19: He's Up!!!!

The story will end soon... It's getting hard for me to write it because of how soon it can come to an end and I won't even realize it...

POV changes ahead. And again a lot of stuff happening. Unedited coz I'm lazy. Maybe one day I would sit down and edit all the chapters of this story. But that day hasn't come yet, so bear with it.

Anyways... enjoy.

- Wannie

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"Grandpa, I'm going to the headquarters," Tharn informed the older. He was sitting in a white shirt with khaki slacks, tying his shoelaces. He had dark circles forming under his eyes. Barely had he been sleeping just because he did not want Type to wake up and not finding him awake. He wanted to be the first person Type saw once his eyes decided to see again. Pharm sat beside him on the bed, "Are you sure? Are you dealing with him already?" Tharn's condition had been worrying him. Pharm had thought that getting Type back would make Tharn's routines proper automatically. Well, no one knew that it the sleeping man would only worsen his husband's routine. It was all out of everyone's control. Pharm could only wish for Type to wake up but the latter was showing no signs of it. 

Tharn turned to look at his grandfather, "Champ told me I need to take care of some matters there. I'll deal with him as planned. Take care of Type for me?" Pharm kissed his temple, "Of course, I will. Now go and return quickly. What if Type woke up and you're not here?" Tharn sighed a soft smile to the older man and turned towards his wife, giving him a soft peck on the lips and heading out. It was a fake smile just to not stress Pharm and Pharm knew it. He could look through his grandkids like they were all transparent but they didn't need to know this.

Just as Tharn got near to the door of his room, it slammed open. And there stood Knock with Korn behind him, holding baby Max. "Where are you going?" Korn frowned at his brother-in-law. Tharn shrugged like a dead man with no life, "Headquarters. I got some work there." Korn nodded at him and the baby in his arms started squirming the moment he saw Tharn. The little creature had taken some unexplainable fancy towards his uncle-in-law and would start squirming out of anyone's embrace to get to Tharn. "Looks like he's at it again," Korn chuckled at the pouting two-week-old. 

"Stop it, Max. Your uncle has to go to work! He's a busy man unlike what you've seen till now," Korn tried pacifying his son. But the baby was stubborn. Max shook his head vigorously and only squirmed harder in his father's arms, waiting for Tharn to take him. "I think I can spare some time for someone so adorable," Tharn smiled and proceeded towards Max who immediately latched onto his arms. "Why do I feel like your uncle Type is going to be so jealous of you, my son?" Knock laughed. "I guess, it is Tharn and Type's time he will be interrupting and not ours," Korn sighed. "My wife has brains. He won't be jealous over this little baby," Tharn defended Type and Max made an 'o' with his mouth. "Okay now, Your uncle has to leave, get back to your parents, Max," Tharn tried handing him back to Korn or even Knock but the boy wouldn't budge.

"Max~ I'll be back in no time, then we'll play. But I got to leave now," Tharn explained but Max did not understand a single word. He pouted harder and all of them knew he would cry if Tharn tried giving him to someone else anymore. "Just take him with you, Tharn! Show him more humans," Pharm cooed the little baby. "Are you serious?" Tharn gasped, eyes narrow. "These two have to look after him the whole day. Try contributing a little," Pharm negotiated. It was not because he wanted Tharn to take care of Max for Korn and Knock, but for the fact that this baby had been the only thing that would help Tharn take his eyes off Type. Only Max divert his attention and make him smile again. And so, he just wanted Tharn to take a detour after all these stressful days. Without any further discussion, Pharm asked a house-help to prepare a bag with all of Max's necessities for a few hours. "Grandpa, are you seriously letting me take Max to the headquarters? Korn, Knock?" Tharn questioned their decision. "Take him. We'll get a day of rest. But make sure my son returns alive," Korn joked, allowing whatever.