Peraya:The One Shot Library

Babies

Summary: Singto and Krist as kids, Singto 6 years old; Krist 3 years old. (For the sake of this Fanfic, let's ignore that their age difference is only one year)

Little Krist squats on the floor, playing with his turtle plushy. His chubby cheeks are tinged red as he waits (rather impatiently) for the familiar black car of his mom's best friend to roll into their driveway. His small chubby fingers fiddle with the soft toy in his hands, signalling that he is impatient.

His mother picks him up and makes him wear those ugly little pants that he hates with all his heart but he doesn't complain, not today. Because today he wants to dress pretty.

After all his p'Sing is coming to his house today after forever... it's been soooooo long since he last saw the tanned older kid, and little Krist wants nothing more than to meet the older as soon as possible.

His p'Sing had been away on vacation for a long time... Krist doesn't know how long because he still doesn't know how to count dates. His p'Sing had promised him that he will teach him to count dates soon.

"Mumma!" Little Krist says, whining. He really wants to meet his p'Sing. Why hasn't he come yet?

"Yes kit... your p'Sing will soon be here. Will you be a good boy and wait patiently? Or else I will let Kat play with your p'Sing."

Krist's eyes widen in betrayal. Would his mom really let his little sister play with his p'Sing? NO NO NO... he won't let that happen.

"P'Sing pway wi Kit... only Kit..." Krist declares as he pouts, hoping his angry look will scare his mom and she won't take away his p'Sing.

His mother just laughs and leaves him with his toy, knowing full well that Krist will behave now.

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Krist is almost falling asleep when he suddenly hears the strange sounds the cars make. His heart dances.

P'Sing!

He runs out of the room on his short legs, and ignores the calls of his mom to slow down. He is already at the door before his mother, and he tries to jump and open the door, but the handle is too high up for his chubby hands to reach.

He looks ready to burst into tears. He waited for so long to meet his p'Sing, and now this stupid door is separating him from the older kid.

"Kit, if you cry now, your p'Sing will think you to be a cry baby and he will go to play with Kat." His mother says, and Krist's eyes widen.

He hurriedly wipes his eyes and stands perfectly still, or rather as still as he can manage considering that he is bubbling with excitement.

The moment the door opens, Krist is brought face to face with his p'Sing and suddenly he becomes shy. His p'Sing has grown taller and more tanned, maybe because he spent a lot of time playing outside on his vacation.

"P'Sing!" He squeals and Singto gives him a warm smile. That's all it takes to encourage the younger who jumps at the older, knowing that his p'Sing will never let him fall.

"Oi ok Kit!" Singto laughs as the chubby hands wrap around his neck, and he barely manages to balance himself. He hugs back the younger warmly and smiles respectfully at the elders.

He has always been a polite kid, mature for his age and the elders love him. But no one can deny his Kit loves him the most.

"Kit misshed chu p'Sing... you were away for soooooo long... Kit is angy with chu..." the chubby toddler says as Singto gently places him on the ground.