Fated to be yours

Chapter 33

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"Guess who has become the nation's baby? Yes, you guessed it right! Your husband!" Mild declares even though no one asked him.

Mew looks up from his file and narrows his eyes at his secretary lounging in his office, "I don't think I pay you for slacking off on your work. Get back to your desk."

Mild gives him an exasperated look, "It's my lunch break for fucks sakes! And can't you see I am doing something important?"

"Yeah, stalking my husband's pictures! I can see that. Very important!" Mew huffs, sarcastically.

Mild goes back to scrolling on his phone, scoffing "Stalking? Puh-lease!! I don't need to stalk him when he is all over Twitter! Your fans have practically adopted him!"

Mew makes a face at the word 'fans'. For God's sake, he isn't some celebrity! He is a businessman! so he will never get why he has fans! And yes, he knows what Mild is talking about, Gulf's face is really everywhere on the internet. The boy's plan that if he appeared in front of the media once and answered their questions then he will be left alone has backfired a big time. How can it not when he is such a cute bun?! Now everyone is calling his boy a baby. A cute baby! With bread cheeks and sweater paws!

Ugh! It frustrates him that everybody gets to see his boy like that! Gulf is only his baby, dammit!

Speaking of his baby, he shakes his head in amusement as he thinks about these last few days. Gulf has even made friends with the reporters now! He wais and waves at them when he spots one, "because they are just doing their work, Mr. Suppasit, I don't want to be rude."

Last night was the highlight. It was their first appearance together in public after Gulf's interview, at an award ceremony, where he was due for an award. The reporters were taking their pictures and that's where he got to know that Gulf even knew the names of some of the reporters. The boy called a lady reporter P'Soul and even asked her how she was feeling. Puzzled, when he had asked what was going on, his boy had kindly provided with "P'Soul hurt her arm a few days ago". Bewildered at their easy camaraderie, Mew could just stare at him in disbelief. Just in a few days not only does Gulf know the names of the reporters but he is also enquiring about their well-being! No wonder he is being babied by everyone!

The award event was yet another story. The award really wasn't a surprise for him because he had been winning it for the last three years (he wasn't bragging), but Gulf hadn't stopped smiling the whole evening. Mew never felt so proud of himself even with the awards and recognition than he had felt at Gulf's shining eyes at him last night. He still remembers how his boy was clapping for him the loudest, beaming wide, when he went on the stage to receive the award. The media wasn't allowed inside but someone from the event had captured the moment on camera and had posted it online. Mew doesn't know if he is irked that their such a precious moment is out for everyone to see or is happy that it's recorded and he can now watch it again, anytime if he wants.

He comes out of his daydreaming when Mild snorts. His secretary cackles still scrolling on his phone, "Gulf's a baby and you are Suppawhipped! Wow, I like the names your fans have given you two! Too bad Gulf isn't on social media!"

Mew glowers at him.

His idiot secretary feigns a gasp, "What? Why are you glaring at me? You were the one giving your husband heart eyes the whole night yesterday!"

When he shoots him an annoyed look, Mild turns his phone screen towards him to see a picture. In the picture, Gulf and he was posing for the reporters. And While Gulf is looking ahead, he is busy watching his boy.