Autumn is a second spring

76. Amusement Park Date

The room was filled with the warm glow of the afternoon sun as Prem sat on the couch, still pale from his recent illness. 

Across from him, Boun was packing up a few things, trying not to fuss too much over him, though it was clear he was worried. He was returning to work the next day and Boun was still worried about him.

Bew was playing nearby, casting frequent glances at his fathers. Prem shifted slightly and sighed.

"I am really sorry, Hia," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "I feel like I spoiled the whole trip. If I hadn't gotten sick, the three of us could have had such a great time together in Paris."

Boun, who had been adjusting a jacket, turned and gave him a warm smile. "Pao, it is not your fault," he said. "You didn't want to get sick, did you? So, stop apologizing. We still have plenty of other memories to make together."

Yes, his proposal plan was indeed spoiled because of the illness. But nothing was more important to him than his Pao's health 

Prem couldn't help but smile, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders. Boun always had a way of making him feel better. 

He then turned his gaze to Bew, who had been watching them quietly, his little brow furrowed in concentration. 

Bew had always been a mature child for his age, and Prem could see that he understood the situation. But true to his playful nature, Bew crossed his arms and scrunched his nose, pretending to be upset.

"Well..." Bew began, drawing out the word dramatically. "If you really want me to forgive you, Dami..." His serious expression cracked as a cheeky grin spread across his face. "You have to spend the whole day with me and Dada as your punishment!"

Prem let out a laugh, relieved at Bew's playful ultimatum. "Oh no, not the whole day with you two! How will I survive?" he teased before leaning down and scooping Bew up in his arms, tickling him mercilessly. 

Bew squealed in delight, and soon Boun joined in, their laughter filling the room with joy and warmth.

When the tickling had subsided, Prem held Bew close, brushing his hair back affectionately. "Alright, little one, you win. What should we do today?" he asked, his tone genuinely curious.

Bew's eyes widened with excitement as he thought carefully. His little hands clasped together, and then he looked up at his fathers with a grin that was both mischievous and earnest. "I want to go to the amusement park!" he declared. "Like my friends do with their parents."

This was something he had always longed to do. He had seen his friends brag about going to the amusement park with their parents. He wanted to try it out too.

The room grew silent for a moment as Boun and Prem exchanged looks. As celebrities, they rarely ventured into public spaces like amusement parks. The risk of being recognized, photographed, or even mobbed was always present. 

But Bew's excitement was palpable, and it was hard to deny him something that clearly meant so much.

Boun nodded at Prem, and Prem, in turn, looked down at Bew. "Alright," he said, "the amusement park it is."

"Yay!" Bew shouted, jumping down from Prem's lap and running over to grab his small backpack. "But wait!" He suddenly stopped, his face serious again. "We have to wear the outfits Poppy made for us!"

Boun and Prem blinked in surprise. "Outfits?" Prem asked, confused.

 Bew nodded vigorously, running over to his room and coming back moments later with three sets of clothing: pink sweatshirts, blue jeans, and bucket hats. It was a matching set, perfectly sized for the family of three.