In the dark night, the evening lights were lit up and the buildings were crowded with brilliant neon lights reflected on the top of the open-air glass. Singto stood in front of the landing window and the traffic at the bottom was in full view.
In the palm of his hand, he held a delicate small box with a ring inside. It was customized by an international designer that Singto previously sought. The style was very concise but it was graced with elegant endlessly.
He was not always the old hand in the field of surprise. He could not think of any unique ideas to pursue his sweetheart. The way he chose was monotonous but direct.
He remembered that when he married Krist, the ring was prepared by Krist's parents. The huge diamond was inevitably worn on the ring. Although it looked gorgeous, it was exaggerated. After the marriage, he did not see Krist wore it for more than several times and his hands were empty all the time.
In his hand, this rounded arc ring carved with small jasmine dark pattern with exquisite petals slowly blossomed from inside to outside, had a very simple abbreviation of a name inside.
Exquisite and neat, just like Krist.
One and only, just like his own heart.
With a little nervousness, Singto drove back to the villa, a gentle light flow from the window and the warmth of deja vu spread in his heart.
Krist sat quietly near the window, holding a cup of hot water in his hand. The warm air from the mouth of the cup drifted out slowly. Not far away from Krist was their son, sleeping soundly in the crib with his small mouth opened.
The breeze outside the window blew in leisurely and caressed Krist's thin body. His fine smooth brown hair was lifted gently, lined against his forehead.
The alpha's first sight when he entered through the door was such a scene.
And this was all his world, Singto thought.
Walking lightly, he leaned quietly from behind and held the other party in his arms. He felt him the body stiffened with surprise. After knowing the arrival of the person behind him, Krist relaxed his body, not on guard.
Krist stretched out his hand and patted the hands gently on his waist. However, he was caught by the other party and his fingers were covered. Ten fingers were tightly clasped and Singto's cheek rubbed slightly against his neck. Singto's hair made Krist itchy.
"Are you tired? I'll prepare the bath for you." Krist lightly asked.
It was a rare occurrence for his alpha to show weakness, Krist was somewhat overwhelmed by this expected favor. He just wanted to let him go rest but there was an abruptly cool feeling in his finger.
It seemed to be covered by a cold hoop. Krist was somewhat surprised and he looked up Singto's firm and gentle eyes that was a black as obsidian. Krist's heart so softened.
"This is mine. I'll be troubling you to wear it for me." After he said this, he put a ring in Krist's palm.
Krist pinched the small ring with his slightly trembling finger. His heart beat faster than before in the church.
"How long do you want me to wear it for you?" Krist emotional asked, his eyes red.
Singto revealed a big smile and replied Krist with the most gentleness tone of him, "Sure enough, for life time." Then he held Krist's hand up and slowly putting this delicate ring into the slender ring fingers of Krist and lightly kissed his omega's hand.
Krist was obviously very excited. This kind of feeling couldn't even be described.
Once again, he was led by him by the nose, Krist thought. This man, from the first sight, was the light of redemption in his heart.
He never had a trace of resistance to him.
He got up slightly and kissed the person in front of it actively. The cold thin lips gradually warmed up. With a trace of warmth, it was very light, very shallow yet it was extremely gentle.
Unexpectedly, Krist was held up by Singto. With the deepening of the kiss, a slightly aggressive flavor pheromone gradually overflowed. Krist was so stimulated that he felt his waist weakening, leaving Singto to put him on the bed and fall into the soft quilt.
His body got hotter and hotter, for omega, an alpha's invitation for pleasure could not be refused. Besides, Krist didn't want to refuse.
With a sense of devotion, Krist completely laid down his guard to Singto, opened his body, accepted him and let him indulge.
"Krist, do you know that I love you, right?" He softly asked and leaned down to kiss the corner of Krist's teary eyes.
Krist immediately hugged Singto's neck and kissed his forehead then slightly nodded, "Yes, I know."
"I'm not a man who can express myself well but I want you to know that I love you, I love you so much."
"I love you too, P'Sing."
Krist smiled while crying. He never expected himself to receive this kind of happiness from Singto. It such a dream, the dream that he never wanted to wake up.
Singto gently kissed to wipe the tears from his sweetheart's face but Krist directly pulled Singto to kiss on the lips. Singto kissed him back, deeply and forcefully as he wanted to make up for the kiss that he had missed because of his own stupidity.
Early in the evening, the two people were very happy. They wished they could add a younger brother to Baby Fiat as soon as possible.
Until one day two months later, before dawn, Krist was awakened by a wave of sudden and unprepared nausea. He felt that his vomiting was about to pour out. He stumbled out of bed and ran toward the bathroom.
Singto was woken by this big noise. He half opened his sleepy eyes and looked at the bathroom in the room that was half covered by the door. There was a ray of light coming through the crack of the door and some noise coming from it.
His mind straightened up. He pushed open the door with some worries but he saw Krist standing barefoot at the washstand. His pajamas loosely draped over him and his head was drooping weakly over the sink, barfing bitterly.
Singto quickly pushed open the door and supported Krist, letting him lean against himself and patted him nervously on the back.
"What's wrong?" He was a little worried about Krist's body.
When Krist recovered from the vomiting, he shook his head gently as he looked up at his slightly pale face in the mirror. But his lips warped slightly and it pulled a happy light smile.
His own perceptive had always been very accurate, coupled with how his pheromone was somewhat abnormal, his heart had a pleasurable joy that he could not hide.
"P'Sing, I'm in trouble." Lifting his eyes to look at Singto, Krist said softly, "You can't touch me for the next few months."
"Our son, is going to have a brother or sister."
The words were accompanied by the first ray of dawn rising out of the window, warm and gentle.
Singto didn't know how to express himself upon hearing his sweetheart's word. What he can do right now was to embrace the person in front of him happily and muttered the word of thank again and again.
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