Please be my mommy

chapter 6

Kong pov

I sat on the couch tapping my laptop. Who would forget their own birth day, really this Arthit is so weird. But somewhere my inner voice is asking me to go an extra mile in making that teacher happy. He is afteral the person who occupied my son's heart completely. he should obviously be honoured.

"Hachooooooo" i sneezed when dust invaded my nasal. I am collecting balloons, cards and colour papers that is used as decoratives for a birthday celebration.

Due to this pandemic we can't order a fancy cake and we will have no maids coming, i really donno how I'm gonna handle this quarantine.

I saw few videos in YouTube "cake baking for beginners" luckily we have all essential  items that can even last for a month. Thanks to my thoughtful cook.

"Tatadaaaa" i decorated the living room using all my creative ideas. It almost took an hour but still i don't think it came out amazing. However, something is better than nothing. So let's hold our expectation horse.

I stretched my back and occupied the space next to my sleepy son slowly not to risk waking him up. He snuggled to my side feeling my warmth. I dozed off stroking his back humming his favourite song.

My phone reminder screeched exactly at 7. i finished few chores and called Arthit again to know if he had any other plans. It's heavy rains outside i don't think he can make it without my ride.

"Good morning Mr.Arthit. how have you planned to come?" I asked straight away.

"I am bringing my bike" he replied a bit loud to overhear from the rain sound.

"Bike, nope that's not safe. Send me your house location you'll get your ride" i took the car key and my wallet securing it inside my pocket. Drivers didn't showup. I don't think it's possible for them to come and work in this pandemic come heavy rains.

"That's so nice of you Mr.Kongpob but" he again began to refuse my invitation. I cut him in there.

"Its not safe, Just send me your location. Please" i requested waiting for his message.

"Thank you Mr. Kongpob, I've DMed you"

Nine came out of our bedroom rubbing his eyes. I caught his shoulders. "Hero, i have a big surprise for you. Will you please watch Jumanji till daddy return" i asked hopefully.

He nodded "otay daddy" i gave his emergency phone to call me when it's required and busted the engine to Arthit's house, it was approximately 45 minutes from my house which took longer in the weather.

I saw him waiting for me, holding an umbrella outside. Fully wet.

"Mr.Arthit. get in" i waived my hand. He guarded his eyes from the rough water and came jogging.

I took an extra towel and extended it to him "why didn't you wait inside your house" not trying to be disrespectful but is he insane to wait outside holding an useless umbrella.

"Mr.Kongpob i didn't know you're coming" he spoke securing the towel in his hand as if i gave it as his birthday gift.

"If incase you're wondering, this towel was given for you to wipe the wetness off your hair" i shook my head and drove again to our house.

"How is Nine doing?" Arthit asked rubbing his hair.

"No maids showed up, i made him watch TV till we reach" Arthit's eyes widened.

"What, he is alone at home? No one to look after?" He exclaimed and bounced his legs in nervousness. "Mr.Kongpob can you speed up a bit?" He asked chewing his lower lip.

I saw his face in shock. We are going in maximum permitted speed. "I know you're his father and you know better. But Nine alone at home is not good for my anxiety" he fiddled with his fingers looking away through the window.

"We reached" i stopped the car infront of our entrance and he rushed to the door looking eagerly at my side. Arthit left a heavy breathe that i didn't know he was holding when he saw Nine sleeping on the couch while Jumanji was playing in the TV.

Arthit sat on the floor smiling and tucking Nine's hair behind his ear. "Mr.Arthit I'm so sorry, Happy birthday" i thrusted my hands for a shake.

He accepted it "Thanks for having me Mr.Kongpob"

"Let me settle this little master in the bedroom" i picked Nine and he slept soundly on my shoulders. "Are these old decorations made for Nine's birthday?? They are cute" Arthit said securing his hands in his pocket.

"No, i made them last night for you Mr.Arthit, and Thanks for telling me it looks old" i playfully rolled my eyes and walked to the next door.

I came back to a confused looking teacher standing in middle of the room. "There are extra clothes here Please change or you'll be sick" he changed in the next room and came out looking uncomfortable in my grey sweats and black hoodie. Bad match? I got only these that'll fit him.

"what would you like to have Mr.Arthit? Coffee? Hot chocolate"

"Please i don't want to trouble you, i can already see there are no maids" Arthit followed me to the kitchen counter.

"One thing i actually mastered to make is hot chocolate Mr.Arthit, trust me you wouldn't want to miss that" I took all the required ingredients and started making two cups of hot choco.

His lips twitched when i wore the apron maybe because he has seen me only on business attire and this domesticated look is funny.

I gave a cup of hot chocolate to him and took the other one in an Iron Man themed cup for Nine. "Is that for Nine?" Arthit asked looking at me through his bangs. Not taking his lips off the cup. He was kindda cute with round eyes full of happiness, any girl would love to have him.

"Yes Mr.Arthit" i nodded and removed the apron.

"Duddy" Nine came inside the kitchen trying to button his PJ. I should set the baby monitor in his room again. This little trickster wakes up every 2 hours just to make sure I'm here.

"Good morning mister" Arthit said with a beaming smile.

"Aah" Nine gasped with mouth wide open. Arthit kneeled down with open arms, Nine came running and embraced his favourite kru. "Hhh-hhappy birday Angel"

"Thank you so much mister" he embrace Nine stroking his back like i usually do.

"Daddy is baking cake for your kru, you wanna help?" I asked motioning him to come to my side.

"Yayyy cake" he hugged my knees and made grabby hands to help him sit on the counter table.

"Oh no no no Mr.Kongpob. I'm already feeling guilty to intrude your bonding time. I don't really celebrate birthdays so please don't bother" he caged Nine inbetween his hands unconsciously securing him falling.

I chuckled and shook my head "let this year be the exception and Mr.Arthit gimme a hand in measuring I'm poor at that" Nine and Arthit giggled to my little comment and we three started mixing the cake batter.

"20 minutes and then we have a deliciously soft chocolate cake" i closed the oven, both were peeping inside with excitement lingering in their eyes. Now i understand why kids love Arthit. He is a toddler trapped in an adult's body.

Hello my dear friends 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️ how ya dng ?

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