SWEET

EPILOGUE

The sun rose slowly over the horizon, casting golden light across the island.

Vegas stretched on the porch, sipping coffee while listening to the soft chatter of Kim and Porchay in the kitchen.

“Careful, Kim! You’re going to burn it!”

Porchay’s voice rang out, playful yet concerned, as Kim flipped pancakes like an expert with a mischievous grin.

Vegas smiled to himself, leaning back in his chair. The sound of their laughter, the little bickers and teasing, filled the home with warmth.

He watched as Porchay wiped a smear of batter from Kim’s cheek, both of them laughing uncontrollably.

“Vegas! Come try these,” Kim called, holding out a plate. Vegas got up, accepting it, and the three of them sat together at the small wooden table.

Hands brushed, fingers intertwined without thought, and the quiet intimacy of the morning wrapped around them like a blanket.

Later, they walked along the shoreline, the waves brushing against their feet. Porchay held Vegas’ hand, Kim holding the other, the three of them a perfect, unbroken circle.

Vegas looked down at them, his chest swelling with happiness. “I wanted this,” he murmured, “all of it… every day, just like this.”

Kim leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against Vegas’ cheek, and Porchay rested his head on Vegas’ shoulder. “We’re never leaving,” Porchay said quietly, a promise in his tone.
Vegas smiled, heart full. “Good. Because I don’t want anyone else.”

And there, on their little island, with the sun warming their faces and the ocean singing around them, they were safe, loved, and completely home. Every day was theirs. Every day was sweet.

"What?! You're resigning? " Porsche's voice rang out, startling Kinn.

"Yes Khun Porsche. I'm really sorry, but I have to go."

Kinn allowed him to leave and leaned back into his chair, then pulled Porsche onto his lap and softly kissing his cheek.

"Don't worry, I'll be your bodyguard."

Apparently, Ken, who had always been Kinn’s steadfast bodyguard, finally decided to step away from his duties.

With Big—Kim’s trusted assistant and bodyguard—by his side, he made the journey to Vegas’ island.

Vegas, ever generous, welcomed them warmly and offered them space to build a little home of their own.

Once settled, they adopted a little girl, Kendra, a bundle of energy and joy.

She quickly became the heart of their new home. Ken dedicated himself to keeping the household running smoothly, tending to Kendra and the day-to-day, while Big continued his work with Kim, traveling and managing responsibilities as always.

The island now buzzed with love, laughter, and the quiet rhythm of a family that had chosen each other, bound by trust, loyalty, and new beginnings.