Dear Minghao ∞ JUNHAO

Chapter 135 - 02.20

February 20

Junhui didn't knock on the door anymore, and went straight inside Minghao's room that he caught him changing his shirt. Minghao turned around to look at him, then Junhui saw the stitches on his tummy.

There was a wave of silence for a moment, then Junhui spoke. "Thank you," he said, his voice soft and sincere. "For bearing our son."

Minghao chuckled, and rolled his eyes at him. He continued changing before he organized all his clothes in a backpack again, then walked closer to Junhui while a hand was holding the bag.

His other hand cupped Junhui's cheek, then pinched it lightly. "You're welcome," he replied, and smiled at him.

Junhui smiled back, then took the bag from Minghao. "You want to visit Chess first?"

Minghao nodded, so Junhui took the hand on his cheek, and held onto it tight, their fingers intertwined.

They went to the neonatal intensive care unit, and visited Chess. They just stayed outside since they won't be here for long. They stared at their son through the glass window, eyes filled with love and sparkles.

"Baby, Dada will be going back home today, but Dada and Daddy will still visit you often, okay?" Minghao said, baby talking, and stretched an arm out, his palm against the glass.

Junhui looked at Minghao, and smiled as he saw him smile too. There was an obvious amount of happiness written all over his face, his eyes too were glimmering as if he was staring at the only thing that brought light to his day, which was true anyway.

But then Minghao stared back at him, and Junhui saw that the glimmer didn't fade. . . those still reflected brightness as if Junhui was the illumination he needed, which was true too.

Junhui beamed, feeling his heart skipping a beat.

The two bid their good byes, and promised to be back tomorrow. They walked to the parking lot of the hospital, and went inside the car, then they headed home.

When they arrived, Minghao rushed inside the house, and ran around. He was screaming as he was running, his arms spread out like he was wanting to enclose the whole house in his arms. "Yaaaa, I miss you!" He yelled.

Junhui put all the groceries down on the countertop, and chuckled when he saw Minghao hugging the fridge. Junhui just looked at him, then he saw him running to the sofa, placing his arms on the backrest, wanting to hug it too.

Then he went to the television, caressing the screen delicately. He went to the staircase, bouncing on his feet as he steps. He went upstairs, and he disappeared from Junhui's sight.

Junhui just shook his head, sighing, then followed the younger upstairs, needing to see what he is doing, or he must already be wearing himself out, sprinting and yelling how much he missed everything in the house.

And when Junhui made in inside their shared room, he saw Minghao standing frozen, his back facing Junhui. He smiled, seeing Minghao staring at the crib that the kids bought for them.

He was just about to ask him about it, but Minghao had already jumped on the bed, rolling himself against the soft counterpane, holding the blankets, wrapping himself with it. "I missed you so much!" He exclaimed, and buried his face against the pillows.

Junhui laughed, and sat on the bed. "Hey, calm down for a bit, please. Hindi ka pa talaga magaling."

Minghao lifted his head up, and looked at Junhui. He was completely covered with white blankets, and with so much joy. He smiled. "Can I ask you something?"