Perfect Two ✔️(Completed)

CHAPTER 29

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In the middle of the talk with his trusted employee in Costa Rica about the pineapple, They said that they had a cross breed of this kind of fruit. Type clung to Tharn, saying that he changed his mind because he can't wait and it is impossible to find. Instead, He asked for Turnip and fish paste.

Tharn immediately asked someone from the househelps to buy it.

These foods really gave Tharn goosebumps. In his lifetime, he haven't seen and eaten them.

Type felt happy eating the turnips and dipping it with fish paste. The taste is so heavenly delicious, the saltiness of the fish paste collaborates well with the crispness of the turnip.
He eat happily in the terrace of their bedroom, while Tharn was busy working on his laptop, checking any possible problems on their engineering firms all over the world.

They are waiting for Thanya to arrive together with her boyfriend, and he heard Jerah is coming too.

The last time they saw each other was the day of their wedding.

****Flashback***

"Best wishes," Jillian said without even smiling.

"Thank you." Type tried to smile at her.

"I wonder how Tharn can be happy with you. You can't even give him an heir, you're gay," her voice dripped in sarcasm.

"I'll find ways. And love has no gender. I believe that."

"We'll see.." she nodded before glaring at him, and she left.

***end***

It's clear for him from the start that Jillian wants Tharn for herself. And Type can't just let that happen. Tharn is his, and his... ALONE.

Type wants to give Tharn happiness. This family accepted him without asking and digging about his background. And it is a relief. His background should be kept hidden.

He called Liz to clean up everything, and he quickly took a shower and brushed his teeth to remove the smell of fish paste on him. Then he chose to wear comfortable clothes, his beans are about to be 5 months already. They are getting bigger and bigger each day.

He's fixing his shoulder-length hair. Since he got pregnant, he didn't cut it.  He felt a subtle movement in his belly. The sudden move was so foreign like something just take a leap inside his tummy. He grasped his baby bump, and slowly, he caressed it, but the movement was gone.

Tharn got inside the room, and he saw Type caressing his belly with a shocked expression on his face.

"Kitten, what's wrong?"
He comes near him and holds Type's hand on his belly.

"Babe, they move! Oh my god.. Our babies move!" His eyes glimmers in happiness, and Tharn swears right at that moment. He dont want that happiness to fade.

"Really?" He also caressed Type's bump, but he didn't feel anything.
"They are not moving anymore." Tharn grimace.

Type chuckled, but he urged him.
"Talk to them, Babe.. Introduce yourself."

Tharn smiled then crouched down to face Type's belly while his hand was still caressing it, then he whispered, "Hey kiddos, I am your Daddy." his voice was shaking as if he was muffling his emotions.

Type felt emotional at that very moment his tears flowed down when his babies moved again.
"Oh. They recognize you, Daddy.." he's smiling from ear to ear while wiping his tears. Tears of joy most precisely.

Tharn felt the subtle movement. He felt Type jolt each move of his bump.

"Wow.. This is priceless.." Tharn felt a total goosebumps. His hand followed the movements inside Type's bump until it stopped again..
"Thank you, Kitten.. Thank you so much.." Tharn got up and hugged Type tightly, then he let go of him, as he showered his face with butterfly kisses.
"I love you.. I love you.."

"Babe! Your saliva is all over my face.. I love you too.. So much.." Type wipe his face.

"They are calm already." Tharn said when he felt Type's bump.

"Maybe they already fell asleep, that fast.. Let's go down now and wait for Thanya."

Tharn guided him to walk carefully on the stairs. Tomorrow, they will transfer to the renovated guestroom downstairs. The nursery was just inside the room because Type wanted to be hands-on for everything.

They are all sitting in the living room when Thanya arrived with a man beside her, carrying the luggage followed by Roy, the family driver who's carrying a large box.

"Hello, everyone!!! I'm hooommmmeeee!!" She squeals. All of them laugh. They all miss her.

She ran to Gulf and hugged him tight. Then she hugged Mew.

"I miss you, Papa.. You too, Daddy.. The last time I saw you, you dont have white hair. Damn Dad, you are really getting old." She kissed both of her parents.

Then she hugged Tharn and Thorn.
"You miss me, big bros?"

"Na, uh.." Thorn shook his head.

"Nope." Tharn did the same.

"I didn't miss you anyway.." she scoffed, and then she looked at Thorn's wife. "Hi Arisa dear.. You're blooming.. Are we expecting baby number two?". She kissed her on the cheek.

"No. Not planning.. It's so deathly painful." Arisa laughs when she looks at Type, who immediately paled when he heard the pain in giving birth.

Thanya looks at Type intently. She knows the surgery and everything.

"Hi Type.. How's the pregnancy?" She kissed him on the cheek.

"It's okay. But the cravings are still the same, no more morning sickness, though."

"Babe, you really forget me.." the man standing behind her said, and all of their eyes darted at him.

"I'm sorry, Mi amor.. It's not my intention to forget you.." Thanya came back to him and pulled him towards her family.
"Conocer ami familia."

"My Dad, my papa, my brothers and their wives." Thanya motioned her hands on them. "Guys, meet Mi amor, Josiah Gutterez."

Josiah offeted his hand to everyone.

"I am the patriarch of the family, Mew Suppasit Jongcheveevat. Bienvinido a nuestra casa." Mew tapped his shoulder.

"I am the light of our home, the male mother Gulf Kanawut, Nuestra casa es tu casa."

"I am Tharn, my pregnant beautiful wife here is Type." Type just nodded at the man.

"Thorn, my lovely wife is Arisa."

"Let's continue the conversation in the dining room. The food is ready."
Gulf called their  attention, and they all proceeded to the dining room.

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An:

Type's baby bump is around 5 months. More happenings to come. But TharnType's story didn't end up here, WE ARE not  IN THE MIDDLE yet.