Papa!
Porsche and the others jumped as they heard the youngest nearby them. It was a bright, sunny day. Porsche looked up to see his youngest son, Pooh, making his way toward him. Pooh was a mini-version of his husband, Kinn—well-built and undeniably handsome, with that same charming smile.
As Porsche admired his son's looks, a pang of hurt shot through him. It wasn't just about the physical resemblance; Pooh and his other son, Prapai, had also inherited some of Kinn's less desirable traits.
How many times had Porsche wished for his children to be different? To not follow in their father's footsteps? But it was too late now. The arrogance and toxic behaviour that Kinn sometimes displayed had found their way into his sons.
With a sigh, Porsche forced a smile as Pooh approached, his face lighting up with excitement.
"Papa! I looked for you everywhere!" Pooh exclaimed, rushing into his father's arms. He hugged Porsche tightly and planted a kiss on his cheek before settling down next to him at the garden table where the others were gathered.
"Uncle Pete! I missed you!" Pooh chirped, turning to his uncle, who grinned and patted his head.
"Hey, Puppy," Pete replied, his eyes sparkling with affection.
"Hey, Sky!" Pooh greeted his brother-in-law with the same enthusiasm. Sky returned the smile, though it was tinged with something more sombre.
"I missed home..." Pooh inhaled deeply, taking in the familiar scents of the garden—the blooming flowers, the freshly cut grass, and the warmth of the sun. Porsche and Pete exchanged glances, sharing a knowing smile at Pooh's innocent behaviour.
"Phi Sky! When is Big Brother coming home? I heard that before he left, you put on a drama and he had to correct your mistake..." Pooh's curiosity took a turn as he noticed the bandaged leg of Sky.
Sky gulped, his face flushing. "It's... it's not like that, Pooh..." he stammered, the memory of Prapai's outburst still fresh in his mind.
The pain of his broken ankle was a constant reminder of the chaos that sometimes filled their home. Tears welled up in his eyes, reflecting his frustration and helplessness. He loved Prapai, but he was fed up with the occasional outbursts and toxic behaviours that seemed to overshadow their relationship.
"You shouldn't try to run away, Phi... Why do you have to do—"
"Pooh! That's enough!" Porsche snapped, cutting off his son before he could delve deeper into a sensitive topic. He didn't want to have that conversation right now, especially not in front of Sky who is still suffering.
"Okay, Papa, don't be mad at your little puppy," Pooh said, softening his tone to ease the tension. It was a classic move for him—he had a knack for lightening the mood even in heavy moments.
Porsche chuckled at his son's antics, reminded of the joys of parenting despite the challenges. He affectionately ruffled Pooh's hair, feeling a mix of pride and worry.
"Where is Pavel?" Porsche asked, hoping to change the topic.
"Oh, he's sleeping," Pooh replied casually, grabbing a cookie from the table and munching on it.
Porsche and Pete exchanged worried glances about Pavel. Porsche wondered if Pooh had hurt his husband but hesitated to ask, knowing Kinn had warned him not to pry into their youngest child's family matters.
Still, Porsche felt empathy for Pavel, the newest member of their family. He recognized that Pooh, like Kinn, believed in handling relationships a certain way, but he longed to tell Pooh that Kinn had never been a good partner to him. Instead, he remained silent, knowing his place in the family.
