A/N: I had too much fun writing this one.
As Mon neared the end of her second trimester, her friends rallied together to organize a surprise baby shower. Tee believed that Sam deserved to be part of this celebration too, as it was also her child. Tee thoughtfully decided to reach out to Sam, understanding the importance of including her in this significant moment.
"Sam, hey, it's Tee," she said warmly over the phone, a tinge of excitement in her voice. "We're planning a surprise baby shower for Mon, and we really want you to be there. It's about celebrating this special time for both of you."
Sam's heart swelled with a mix of gratitude and regret. "I didn't even think about it," she murmured to herself, her voice filled with self-reproach.
Tee reassured Sam, "It's okay, Sam. We've got this covered. The baby shower was actually William's idea and we thought it was important to include you."
Sam's emotions churned as she contemplated her absence from such a significant event in the life of her child and Mon. "Thank you, Tee. I'll be there," she promised, her voice tinged with determination.
My hurried footsteps echoed through the bustling mall as I raced toward the baby store. An urgent need to make things right propelled me forward, my heart thrumming with a blend of anticipation and remorse. I fumbled for my phone, dialing Jim with an urgency that I couldn't contain. "Jim, it's Sam. I need your help. Can you meet me at the mall? It's for Mon's baby shower. I want to get some special gifts for her."
Each step weighed heavily on my conscience, carrying the burden of missed opportunities and a fervent longing for reconciliation. Jim's reassuring agreement provided a fleeting moment of solace amid the whirlwind of emotions that engulfed me.
Stepping into the vibrant store, my eyes swept across the array of baby clothes and toys. Each item held the promise of healing—a chance to convey an unspoken apology, a silent plea to reintegrate into Mon's life.
"Sam, check this out!" Jim's voice cut through my contemplation as she held up a tiny pair of adorable booties, adorned with colorful patterns.
I grinned at the sight, nodding in agreement. "Those are so cute! And what about this soft blanket?" I suggested, selecting a cozy blanket with delicate embroidery.
"It's so cute; you should definitely get it!" Jim replied enthusiastically.
"Hey, Sam! What about this adorable little onesie?" Jim's asked, holding up a tiny outfit adorned with playful animal prints.
I smiled faintly, nodding in agreement. "That's perfect! And how about this soft stuffed toy? Should I get this too?" I responded, holding up a cuddly plush toy, envisioning Mon's reaction when she sees it.
Jim chuckled warmly. "Yes! She'll absolutely love it!"
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FanfictionSamanun Anantrakul (Sam) and Konkarmon Armstrong (Mon) have been in a loving and apparently solid marriage for four years. Sam, a prominent Thai royal and successful businesswoman, is deeply respected, and Mon, her devoted wife, has been there for h...
