Please be my mommy

chapter 8

Arthit pov

This is the second day living with Kongpob and baby Nine, I'm finding it hard for not falling for Kongpob. He is kind, funny and moreover a gentleman. He is everything that anyone would die for.

I woke up and went to the kitchen in thought of making french toast today for breakfast, this is not much to repay their kindness. Fridge is stocked like he already knew there is going to be a lock down.

While i was making coffee for myself, my eyes stuck on kongpob's half naked body roaming around the living room with water dripping from his hair. "Holy shitt" i gulped and tried my best to distract myself from the thirsty sight. "I must be masochistic to take this torture"

"Mr.Arthit are you cooking? It smells great" he took a soda can from the cooler and opened its seal.

"Cola in empty stomach? I wouldn't be doing that if i were you" i shrugged and extended another cup of coffee to him. He may have insisted me to stay with them as an act of kindness, i can't snatch the cola all the way like a lover for that.

He smiled sadly and accepted the cup. "Thanks, May never liked my eating habits"

I smiled back without getting the full part. If I'm not wrong May should be his wife.

"May is my late wife" he sat on the kitchen stool right opposite to me. I nodded making my mouth o. "Haven't you ever thought about re marrying" i hesitantly build our conversation. Please, i have no idea of asking his hand to marry me. I'm just curious.

He shook his head "No Arthit, i really can't see someone else in tha place of May and I'm scared how that someone will treat my son. He means the world to me after all" he rested his face on his hand. Nine must be really lucky to have a father like kongpob.

"That's understandable Mr.kongpob" i cut few animal shaped fruits for Nine. Kongpob was keenly watching all my activities, i wonder what he must be thinking.

"Why don't you simply call me Kongpob, we are like close friends now" Why is he being very nice to me? He is making it hard than already it is. Arthit don't freakin get any ideas, he is trying to be friendly

"Sure, that sounds easy" i  awkwardly chuckled.

"Goo mownin daddy, g-g-good mownin Angel" Nine came out of his room with his stuffie tucked between his hands.

"Good morning" we both said in unison and bursted out laughing.

"Brush your teeth and come for breakfast Mister" i said booping his nose.

"Smell wike momm-my" he said with his mouth ajar.

I nervously looked at Kong's side, he stood up and ruffled the little one's hair. "May makes French toast almost everyday and i really donno how this one smells exactly like hers" he said pointing to the toasts. that's strange, maybe she adds pinch of cinnamon like i do while beating eggs.

"You don't worry Arthit, my son is grown up and strong" kong said flexing his biceps.

"Yass" Nine flexed just like his father. I laughed arching my head back. "Go brush your teeth then we'll have breakfast" he returned to his room with a small pout. "He probably didn't like the idea" kong and i shook our heads.

We sat on the dining table having food. Nine took the seat right next to me. "Angel" he called taking a small bite of his toast.

"Yes Mister"

"Can duddy and duddy have kids wv-wuthout having momm-my in the family" kongpob was curiously looking at my side.

"Ofcourse yes, if two people love each other and chooses to spend the rest of their life together then the gender isn't a problem. And if they wants to share their love with a little kid for themselves, they very readily can" i said what i usually say to all of my students. I don't care if kongpob has a different opinion.

It's important to not create a homophobic child. Next generation citizens are raised by every teachers and parents. If they do their job with utmost care and does justice to the name, then the world's future is safe.

Me and Nine clung to each other when a big thunder broke. It's raining non stop since morning and the news channels are ramming about the storm and pandemic. This is a tough time for us. I feel very bad for people who have not stock groceries.

"Nainital Elijah Suthiluck, are you scared over this small thunder storm" kongpob gasped dramatically "i thought you'll protect me and your Angel" he added.

"I will p-pwotect ooh" Nine stuffed the whole bread in his mouth and again flexed his imaginary biceps.

Me and kongpob were watching news and frowned at our earth's situation. "It's gettin worse right?" Kongpob rested his face on his hands.

I nodded "people are losing their jobs and lives. I hope governing authorities realise starvation kills too"

I ran to Nine's room when i heard Nine crying. "You okay baby?" I picked up the crying little boy holding his foot.

He shook his head and didn't stop crying. "Shhhh, it's okay. I won't know if you don't tell me" i stroked his back to calm the crying child down. Looking at Nine in this state really breaks my heart. He is not only my favourite kid but i formed a strong emotional connection with him. This staying together isn't helping it.

"Stepped oo-on legos" he said inbetween his hiccups.

"Lemme see" my poor child, his foot turned red with a lego mark punched. I rubbed it and kissed his cheeks whispering encouraging words.

Meanwhile i didn't know kongpob was standing the whole time next to the door and watching at us with a smile. Nine slept on my shoulder hiccups toned down. I don't know how kongpob's gonna react over me getting attached to his son.

Very quietly i transferred Nine to his bed and went out of the room passing him.

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I wasn't busy but lacked in inspiration to write. Will try to complete the story in next two days.

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