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Chapter 28: Jack and Rose🔞

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Bright jolts awake from his sleep when there is a static noise coming from the baby monitor followed by a loud cry. Win, who has half of his body lying on top of him, groans in his sleep. The older man gently pushes him off of him and he falls like a petal on the mattress. He watches Win scratch his temple, still deep in his slumber. Win curls into a ball, hugging the pillow on his side. Bright kisses his forehead and smiles. The loud cry from another room reminds him that he really needs to get out of bed to serve their little prince.

He rushes to Dew's room and turns the main light on. The three-month-old baby is thrashing and crying in his cot as if he is in a great pain. Bright bends over his cot and picks him up. "Hey, hey, I'm here. I'm here," he holds him to his bare shoulder. His tiny toes are peeking from the blanket that is wrapped around his chubby body. "Pumpui," the father mumbles while rocking the baby in his arms.

Dew's cry is silenced just like that. "Oh, you just want papa to hold you, huh?" Bright lifts him up to see his face. The little guy is staring at him with his pair of big eyes. They are glistened with tears. Dew definitely has Win's beautiful eyes. "It's still early, bun. Are you hungry?" He talks to his son. Dew coos at him with a little 'ah'. He then gives him a broad smile, showing his soft gum.

"How can I resist this charming smile?" Bright lightly pinches Dew's cheek. "Let's go find some milk for you. But you have to be quiet. Dada is still asleep," he hushes, placing his forefinger before his pursed lips.

Bright carries Dew to the kitchen to fix a bottle of milk for him. He efficiently and carefully does it with one hand while holding his son in his other arm. Dew is pretty calm, even though it's as early as 6 in the morning like this. As soon as the baby sees the familiar bottle in Bright's hand, he starts babbling like he has a lot of stories to tell him. "I know. You'll get your milk in a bit," he chuckles and steals a quick smooch on his cheek.

He brings Dew to the living room and sits on the sofa. They have just moved into a new house about a week ago. The house is a modern one story house. It has four bedrooms with a bathroom in each of them. There is a spacious front garden that is suitable for a gathering or maybe a party once in a while. Both men fell in love with the house instantly when they saw it and decided to take a loan to buy it. It is worth it, considering they are secretly planning to add more members to their family in the future.

Bright lays Dew on his left arm and feeds him. The baby latches on the teat and sucks for the milk like he hasn't drunk it in a long time. "Slow down, bun," he caresses Dew's hair that is a mass of his very own hair color. Win is now jealous of their baby for inheriting his hair, apart from other few features. "You're just like your dada. Impatient when it comes to food."

"I see you're teaching our son something new today," Win's husky voice is heard in the room. Dew let the teat go and squirms as he turns his head to search for the source of the voice. "Good morning!" He cheerfully greets them.

Bright sheepishly grins at his fiancé. "Good morning, Prince. You're up early. You don't have to be at the office until nine, do you?" He asks. Today is Win's first day of working at M.O. Steel.

Win hums. "Yeah. I heard you talking to Dew from our room. Can't fall back to sleep even if I try to," he walks over to his little family and settles down next to Bright. "Hi, bun," he kisses Dew on his forehead.

"Ow, you still haven't finished your milk, luuk," Bright puts the teat of the bottle near the baby's mouth, but he refuses to drink. Dew is staring at Win without blinking, mouth producing little bubbles until they spill down his chin. The father wipes his wet mouth and looks at Win. "He must want you right now," he dramatically sighs.