SOTUS one shots

Eternity

“We’ve had a good life haven’t we, my sun?”

    Kongpob smiled, staring at the man in front of him with love. Arthit, leaning casually on the balcony railing, smiles warmly back at him.

    “We did,” Arthit replied, looking over Kongpob’s back to see their grandchildren playing on the living room. “We really did, haven’t we?”

    “Time had flown too fast,” Kongpob continued. “It feels like it was just yesterday when I teased you on being my ‘wife,’”

    Arthit chuckled, shaking his head from the memory. “And here you are. You’ve gotten old, Kong.”

    “So have you,” Kongpob smirked.

    He’s almost 87 now – not that Kongpob could keep up with his age every year. His mind had started to deteriorate already, needing help from their eldest to go on every day, but he doesn’t mind. Kongpob had a good life, something that he never thought he’d have when he was still in his teenage years.

    His knees weren’t as strong as before, relying more on his wheelchair more than his own feet. But still, Kongpob didn’t mind.

    He’s had a good life.

    “What’s on your mind, Kong?” Arthit asked.

    His husband seemed to be glowing, or maybe it’s because of his poor vision. Kongpob smiled again and replied, “Just the good old times.”

    “Like you being a pain in the ass?” Arthit quirked a playful brow.

    “When have I ever been a pain in the ass, huh?” he smirked.

    Arthit pegged to think, “Hmm, do you really want to go there?”

    “I guess not,” chuckled Kongpob.

    From the back, he could hear the cheerful giggles of their grandchildren. Kongpob smiled from the sound.

    Most of the time he’s not sure of what’s happening around him. He’d listen to his family talking when they’d have a family gathering, but Kongpob would find it difficult to keep up with the conversations. But the sounds of his sons and daughter and grandchildren were enough for him. Just listening to them made him feel warm.

    His body might have started to weaken, but his family was what kept him strong.

    “We’ve had a good life, haven’t we, P’Arthit?” Kongpob asked again.

    Arthit gave a breathy laugh and said, “You’ve gotten really old, Kong.”

    “So have you,”

    To be quite frank, he’s quite jealous that his husband was still able to stand. Kongpob wanted to feel Arthit with his body beside him. But he wouldn’t ask for anything more. He had all he needed here.

    He’s satisfied, nay, more than satisfied. He’s lived a life full of bliss having been blessed with a family to call his own, and a husband who had been there with him from the start.

    “Don’t you feel tired yet?” Arthit asked.

    He shook his head and smiled, “I just got here, P’,” and looking over the balcony he added, “Besides, I like the view here.”

    Kongpob always asked his eldest, Dae, to wheel him over to the balcony every morning. He liked to feel the warmth of the early sun and the dewy scent the morning wind brings. He had always been a morning person, and feeling as the house started to come to life always brought a smile to his face.