Peace

Epilogue (Part 2)

Bright has been running back and forth from the kitchen to the garden to ensure everything is enough for the guests. They're having a small party at their house to celebrate with everyone-their friends and family. It turns out, today is the day that everybody is free.

It's a picnic-style party where they lay out a huge picnic mat in the middle of the garden. Some snacks and drinks have also been placed on the mat. Later, they will sit in a circle there. There is a projector that Bright has set up near a tree. He is thinking of putting on a film or two for them to watch while eating soon.

In about half an hour, the guests will be arriving at the house. Dew and Light are helping their papa, too. Their extra task would be watching after their dada to prevent him from lifting heavy stuff or doing any works. Basically, they're guarding for Win's safety.

Win is seven-month pregnant now. His belly has gotten huge that he looks like he's about to pop out anytime soon. Of course, the whole package comes with insecurities that he would feel once in a while. His kids and his husband are doing a great job of reassuring him of how amazing he is.

There are some days where the CEO believes in their words and some other days, he prefers to spend some time alone in the dark. Bright dislikes this habit of Win, where he would shut everyone out whenever he feels low. In spite of that, he always gives the younger man all the time and space he needs.

At the end of the day, Win knows the limit. He comes back to his senses rather than drowning himself in an endless pool of sorrow. Group counseling has helped him a lot in doing so.

Win sighs in exasperation, placing a bowl of apple and Nutella next to him. It seems like he cannot run away from that comfort meal of his. Now, he is bored to death, mainly because no one lets him do anything. He is sitting at the gazebo, lips all pouty. He grabs his phone and absentmindedly scrolls through Instagram.

He stumbles upon the latest picture that Bright posted. It's a picture of himself holding a spatula in the kitchen. The CEO's eyeballs almost pop out of their sockets upon reading the flirty remarks that some people commented on the post. He ends up locking his phone and sets it aside.

"Even the pets are having fun," he groans, placing a hand on his belly. Ame, Charlotte and Bentley are chasing after the frisbee that Dew has just thrown to distract them. Some barks and soft meows can be heard. "Okay, that's it," he gets up hastily and walks (waddles) to where his kids are at.

Dew crouches down to take the frisbee from Bentley's mouth. "Good job, buddy," he beams, patting the dog's head with so much adoration.

"Can I play too, khrab?" Win asks. He definitely sounds like a five-year-old kid, but to hell with it, he thinks.

Light hears the question coming from her dada. She swiftly puts a bottle of tomato sauce she's holding on the picnic mat and rushes to his side. "You're not allowed to play, dada. Sit down and rest," she says like an adult. Win also does not miss the strict tone in her voice.

"Light's right, dad. Please rest na khrab. Papa will scold us if he sees you standing up like this," Dew warns, looking for his papa. Thankfully, the man is inside, cooking in the kitchen.

Win really wants to scream. He's frustrated, but then his heart goes soft when Ame struts towards him. She nuzzles her face at his ankle and purrs for his attention. "Ame, you're the only one who loves me," he is awed by her cuteness and bends a little to pick her up. His breathing quickens because his belly is in the way when he does that.

"Dada, ehem," Light purposely clears her throat out loud.

Win looks up, accepting the fact that he has just failed to bend down. Now, he's being reprimanded (if this is the best way to put it) by his own kids. "What else, Wolfie?"