The soft glow of the morning sun filtered through the nursery windows as Pon woke to the gentle coos of Zai and Pahn. He blinked sleepily, rubbing his eyes before leaning over the cribs to greet his little ones.
Zai, the more adventurous of the twins, was already standing, gripping the bars and babbling excitedly. Pahn, ever the calm and observant one, lay on her back, staring up at Pon with wide, curious eyes.
“Good morning, my loves,” Pon whispered, lifting Zai into his arms and planting a kiss on his cheek.
He scooped up Pahn next, cradling her against his chest. “Ready for a fun day with Papa?”
The twins giggled, their laughter a soothing balm to Pon’s heart. After last night’s ordeal with Sailub, he needed this time with his children, the simple joy of their presence.
Pon carried them to the living room, setting up a soft play area with their favorite toys.
Zai immediately grabbed his toy car, zooming it around the floor, while Pahn clutched a stuffed animal, her tiny fingers exploring its soft fur.
“Be gentle, Pahn,” Pon reminded with a smile, watching her poke the stuffed bear’s nose.
For the next hour, Pon played with them, making silly faces and sounds that had both twins in fits of giggles.
He built a small block tower, only for Zai to knock it down with a triumphant shout. Pahn clapped her hands, delighted by her brother’s antics.
“Okay, okay, you win,” Pon laughed, scooping both of them up. “Time for breakfast!”
In the kitchen, Pon settled the twins in their high chairs, tying tiny bibs around their necks.
He rummaged through the fridge, pulling out eggs, milk, and a loaf of bread. Deciding on something simple, he made French toast, cutting the slices into tiny, manageable pieces for the twins.
As the scent of cinnamon and vanilla filled the air, Zai and Pahn watched with wide eyes, occasionally babbling to each other in their secret twin language.
Pon smiled, flipping the golden-brown toast onto plates. He added a side of fruit and brought everything to the table.
“Here you go,” he said, placing the twins’ plates in front of them.
He sat down with his own plate, watching fondly as they dug in, Zai making a mess but enjoying every bite.
“Slow down, Zai,” Pon chuckled, wiping his son’s mouth. Pahn, ever the neat eater, carefully picked at her fruit pieces, offering Pon a slice now and then.
“Thank you, Pahn,” Pon said, accepting the tiny offering.
After breakfast, Pon cleaned up, bathing the twins and changing them into fresh clothes. The day passed in a blur of activities more playtime, storybooks, and an impromptu dance session in the living room.
Pon twirled with Pahn in his arms while Zai clapped along, his face lit with joy.
By evening, the twins were starting to tire. Pon prepared a simple dinner of soft rice and steamed vegetables, perfect for the little ones.
They ate quietly, the day’s excitement catching up to them. After dinner, Pon gave them another bath, the warm water soothing their tiny bodies.
Wrapped in soft towels, Zai and Pahn snuggled into Pon’s arms as he carried them back to the nursery.
He dressed them in matching pajamas, their tiny feet kicking as they yawned.
“Time for bed, my loves,” Pon whispered, tucking them into their cribs. He turned on their nightlight and sat in the rocking chair, humming a lullaby. Slowly, their eyes fluttered shut, and Pon felt a deep sense of peace.
After ensuring they were sound asleep, Pon tiptoed out of the nursery, exhaustion finally hitting him. He made his way to the living room, collapsing onto the couch.
His mind drifted to Sailub, still out dealing with his dangerous work. Worry gnawed at him, but he tried to push it aside.
Hours passed, and the silence of the house felt heavier with each minute. Pon’s eyes drooped, exhaustion finally winning, but a sudden noise snapped him awake.
The sound of the front door creaking open made his heart race. He jumped up, rushing toward the entrance.
The sound of the front door opening jolted Pon awake. He rushed to the entrance, his heart pounding.
Sailub stood there, battered and bloodied, leaning heavily against the doorframe.
“Sailub?” Pon called out, his voice shaking.
The sight that greeted him froze him in place. Sailub stood in the doorway, his shirt torn and stained with blood.
His face was pale, and there was a deep cut above his eyebrow. His right arm was clutched to his side, clearly in pain.
“Pon…” Sailub’s voice was hoarse, filled with fatigue and pain. He stumbled forward, but Pon caught him just in time, wrapping his arms around him.
“Oh my god! What happened?” Pon’s voice cracked as he guided Sailub to the couch. His hands trembled as he helped him sit down.
“It’s nothing,” Sailub mumbled, wincing as he tried to sit up straighter. “Just… a small scuffle.”
“This is not nothing, Sai!” Pon’s eyes filled with tears as he grabbed the first aid kit from under the coffee table. He knelt in front of Sailub, carefully peeling back the blood-soaked fabric of his shirt. Cuts and bruises littered Sailub’s torso, and Pon’s heart clenched at the sight.
Sailub reached out, wiping away a tear that slipped down Pon’s cheek. “I’m okay, khub. Don’t cry.”
Pon shook his head, focusing on cleaning the wounds. His hands were gentle but firm, dabbing antiseptic onto each cut. “You promised you’d be careful,” he whispered, his voice breaking.
“I was,” Sailub whispered back. “But things… got out of hand.”
Pon bit his lip to keep from sobbing. He hated this. Hated seeing the man he loved like this. “Why do you keep doing this, Sailub? You don’t have to—”
“I do,” Sailub interrupted softly. “For us. For you and the twins. To keep you safe.”
Pon didn’t respond, too consumed by the fear and helplessness swirling inside him.
He finished wrapping a bandage around Sailub’s arm, then gently cleaned the cut on his face. His fingers lingered on Sailub’s cheek, and he finally let out a shaky breath.
“You’re all I have,” Pon whispered. “I can’t lose you.”
“You won’t,” Sailub promised, pulling Pon into his lap despite the pain.
He wrapped his arms around him, holding him close. “I’ll always come back to you.”
Pon buried his face in Sailub’s neck, letting the tears fall freely now. They stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, the silence filled with unspoken words and the beating of their hearts.
Eventually, Pon helped Sailub to their bedroom, supporting him as they walked. Once they were settled in bed, Sailub pulled Pon close again, his hand gently stroking Pon’s back.
“Do you remember the first time we met?” Sailub asked softly, his voice laced with exhaustion but also fondness.
Pon sniffled, nodding against his chest. “You scared me.”
Sailub chuckled, the sound low and comforting. “I remember. But look at us now.”
Pon smiled faintly. “Yeah. Look at us now.”
They lay there in silence, the weight of the night slowly lifting. Pon’s breathing evened out, and Sailub pressed a kiss to his hair, whispering soothing words until Pon finally drifted off to sleep.
As Sailub watched him, a sense of peace washed over him.
No matter how dangerous his world was, this Pon, the twins, their family made everything worth it. And he would do whatever it took to protect them. Always.
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RomanceThe Aiemkumchai family was struggling financially and barely had enough to support their omega son, Pon Thanapon. At just 18 years old, Pon was the epitome of sweetness-gentle, obedient, and always putting others before himself. Despite battling ill...
