Peace

Chapter 29: I'm Stealing Your Identity

The journey to Phuket has gone all the way wrong so far. Dew has been fussy since the flight took off from the airport fifteen minutes ago. He won't stop crying and his parents are having a hard time to calm him down. Win swaddles their baby tightly in his blanket and holds him close to his chest so that he can feel safe, just like when he was in his tummy. The man keeps patting on the side of his thigh to put him to sleep. Bright tries giving him milk, but he refuses. The baby's face is red from crying too much.

Win looks around the cabin to see some people are staring over at their direction, probably not liking the noise that Dew is currently making. He lifts his son up until he is at the same level as his face and sighs. "Dew, what's wrong? We'll arrive soon, bun," he talks softly to him.

Dew stops crying for a moment and blinks at his dada. All hell breaks loose after that. He cries again and this time; it gets louder. "Let me try, prince," Bright offers. He takes Dew from his fiancé and removes the blanket from cocooning his body. Then, he starts singing a song for the baby. He goes quiet almost instantly, listening to his papa's voice.

"I may not have the softest touch
I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much
I'm yours.

And though my edges may be rough
I never feel I'm quite enough
I may not seem like very much
But I'm yours."

"Do you like the song?" Bright asks his son, his voice rising an octave. Dew babbles and chortles, flailing his chubby arms in the air. He gives his papa the most beautiful smile he has ever seen. The man's heart is hooked again, just like the first time he saw him. "My baby," he mumbles and sniffs the good scent on his face. He then puts Dew to his shoulder and let him rest there. He hums the melody of the song he just sang to lull him to sleep.

Win, who has just witnessed the precious scene, tears up. "It's working," he whispers in disbelief.

Bright turns to the younger man and winks. "Sometimes he just wants papa to sing," he jokes feebly.

Win glares at his fiancé and covers Dew with his blanket again. He read somewhere on the internet that dim lights sometimes help babies to feel secure and calm. The parents silently pray for their son to be asleep until they reach Phuket.

It seems like their prayer comes true because Dew is still asleep, even after the plane lands around an hour later. Win pulls the blanket from him and smiles a little. "Do you want to carry him, or do you want me to do it?" He asks Bright.

"I can do it, prince. Don't worry," Bright replies, stroking Dew's back.

Win simply nods and they get off the plane. A taxi that Bright has booked in advance is waiting for them at the airport. They ride in the vehicle and head to the hotel by the beach. It only takes them twenty minutes to arrive at the place where they'll be staying for the next two days. Dew wakes up when they are still at the receptionist counter, about to get the key card to their room.

Bright hands their son over to Win so that he can manage the check in part. Thankfully, Dew is not fussy anymore. If anything, he looks excited at the bright lights and the foliage in the lobby that is able to relax anyone's soul. Win feels the stress of the journey and travelling within him begin to evaporate. He sits on a bench nearby while waiting for Bright.

A few minutes later, Bright finally comes back to them. "Done?" Win asks.

"Yeah, let's go to our room. You're going to love it," Bright says excitedly. Win chuckles as he himself is looking forward to spending the weekend with his little family in Phuket. Besides, this Sunday is his anniversary with Bright. It makes their trip much more meaningful.