The soft golden rays of the morning sun filtered through the curtains, illuminating the quiet home. Tan stirred awake first, his internal alarm reminding him he had class soon. He rubbed his eyes and stretched before glancing over to see Fang and Marc still fast asleep. A soft smile crossed his face as he carefully slipped out of bed, trying not to wake them.
Heading to the kitchen, Tan began preparing breakfast. The sound of sizzling eggs and the aroma of fresh toast filled the house, signaling the start of a new day. He glanced at the clock and muttered to himself, "Gotta hurry, or I'm gonna be late."
Once breakfast was ready, Tan returned to the bedroom, kneeling beside the bed. He placed a gentle hand on Fang's shoulder and whispered, "Love, wake up. Breakfast is ready."
Fang groaned softly, burying his face in the pillow. "Five more minutes..." he mumbled, his voice still heavy with sleep.
Tan chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to Fang's cheek. "If I let you sleep, Marc's going to follow your example. And I don't think you want a grumpy, hungry little boy on your hands."
At the mention of Marc, Fang sighed and sat up slowly, his hand resting instinctively on his growing belly. "Fine, fine... I'm up."
Meanwhile, Tan shifted his attention to Marc. The little boy was sprawled across the bed, clutching his bear. Tan gently shook his shoulder. "Wake up, buddy. Breakfast is ready, and you've got to help Papa today."
Marc stirred, blinking up at his father. "Mmm... okay, Dada," he said sleepily, rubbing his eyes.
The family gathered at the dining table, enjoying a simple but hearty breakfast. Tan ate quickly, mindful of the clock, but he still made time to engage with Fang and Marc, laughing at Marc's playful antics and stealing affectionate glances at Fang.
After the meal, Tan glanced at his watch and sighed. "Alright, I've got to speed things up." He looked at Marc, who was still happily munching on the last of his toast. "Come on, buddy, let's get you cleaned up."
Marc giggled and nodded, hopping off his chair and grabbing Tan's hand. Fang watched them go with a soft smile, appreciating Tan's patience and care even when he was in a rush.
In the bathroom, Tan helped Marc with his bath, making sure the little boy was clean and fresh. Despite the ticking clock in his head, Tan remained calm and attentive, laughing at Marc's playful splashes.
Once Marc was dressed and ready, Tan kissed his son's forehead and then returned to Fang, who was tidying up the table. "Everything's set. I'll see you both later, okay?"
Fang nodded, giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Have a good class, baby. And don't worry, we'll be fine."
Tan smiled, ruffling Marc's hair on his way out. "Be good for Papa, alright, Marc?"
"Okay, Dada!" Marc called out, waving enthusiastically as Tan grabbed his bag and left for school.
As the door closed behind him, Fang turned to Marc with a playful grin. "Alright, little man, let's see what kind of adventure we can have today."
With Tan's graduation fast approaching, life became a whirlwind of paperwork, meetings, and endless preparations. The days seemed to fly by, leaving Tan juggling responsibilities while also being mindful of his family at home. Amidst all this, there was Praew-a girl who had shown interest in Tan for quite some time.
Tan wasn't the type to be rude or harsh, but he also made it clear through his actions that he wasn't interested. He knew how to balance kindness and boundaries, but sometimes Praew's persistence made it difficult. She often found excuses to approach him, whether it was for "study help" or to ask questions about the graduation event.
