In Lines Of Love ~ Kimchay

4. Family (MPreg)

Kimhan Theerapanyakul entered his house, the dim lighting casting long shadows along the hallway. At the front door, Big stood guarding as usual.

"Is Porchay sleeping?" Kimhan asked in his voice low.

Big gave a nod in response. Kim pressed the passcode into the door lock and stepped inside, the soft click of the lock signaling his return.

He loosened his tie and let his bag drop to the ground beside the shoe rack, a sigh escaping his lips.

It had been a long night—meetings, site inspections for the new construction project—far removed from his dream of being a singer. His escape from reality, WIK. But he had made his choice, to help Kinn and to protect his family.

He slipped off his shoes and walked further into the house, the weight of the day still clinging to him, but as he entered their bedroom, a small smile crept onto his face.

There, in the gentle glow of the nightlight, sat his angel. Porchay was nestled in the rocking chair, their little one, Khay, sleeping peacefully in his arms.

Kimhan's heart softened at the sight. He quietly crossed the room and placed a gentle kiss on both their heads.

Porchay stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open. A soft smile spread across his face as he whispered, “Well, hello there.”

Kimhan's smile deepened as he crouched down beside the rocking chair, his hand gently brushing a stray lock of hair from Porchay's forehead. "Long day?" He asked softly.

"You have no idea," Kimhan sighed, leaning his head on the armrest. "Meetings, site visits, and everyone expecting decisions on the spot. I think I’ve forgotten what silence sounds like."

Porchay chuckled quietly, careful not to disturb the sleeping Khay. "Sounds like you need a break."

Kimhan glanced at their son, his expression softening even more. "This... this is the break I need." He reached out, gently stroking Khay’s tiny hand. "How long has he been out?"

"Not long. He was a little fussy, but the rocking chair always does the trick," Porchay replied, shifting slightly in his seat. "I was waiting for you. Didn’t want to put him down just yet."

Kimhan grinned. "Always waiting up for me, huh?"

Porchay smirked. "What can I say? I’ve got a soft spot for stressed-out CEO who happen to be the love of my life."

Kimhan let out a soft laugh, feeling some of the day’s exhaustion melt away. "Lucky for me." He paused, looking more serious for a moment. "Are you happy, Chay? With all of this? I know it’s different from what we both imagined."

Porchay looked down at Khay and then back at Kimhan, his eyes filled with warmth. "I’m happy, Kim. As long as we have each other, I’m happy. Dreams change, but my dream was always to be with you."

Kimhan felt his throat tighten with emotion. He reached for Porchay’s free hand and squeezed it gently. "I don’t deserve you, you know that?"

Porchay gave him a playful smile. "Maybe not. But you’ve got me anyway."

Kimhan chuckled, the tension of the day slowly unraveling with Porchay’s words.

He stood up, stretching his arms out. “Alright then, let me take Khay so you can relax a bit. You’ve been holding him for a while.”

Porchay shook his head lightly, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You know he likes to sleep better in my arms. He’s too moody with you.”

Kimhan raised an eyebrow. “Oh, is that so? I’ll have you know I’ve mastered the art of putting him to sleep... occasionally.”

“Occasionally being the key word here,” Porchay teased, his smile brightening the room.

Kimhan grinned, but gently took Khay from Porchay’s arms, cradling him carefully. “Let me at least try tonight,” he said, his voice softer as he looked down at his son.

Khay stirred for a moment but then snuggled into Kimhan’s chest, still fast asleep.

Porchay leaned back in the rocking chair, watching them with a fond expression. “You two are going to be trouble when he gets older, aren’t you?”

Kimhan smirked. “Just wait until he starts walking. Then the real fun begins.”

Porchay let out a soft laugh. “I can already picture it. You running around after him, trying to balance work, family, and everything in between.”

Kimhan glanced at him, his voice quieter now. “We’ll figure it out. I’ll make sure I’m there, for both of you.”

Porchay looked at him, a gentle warmth in his gaze. “You always do, Kim. That’s why we’re a team. You don’t have to carry everything on your own, you know.”

Kimhan shifted, sitting on the edge of the bed while holding Khay. He looked up at Porchay, his expression serious yet full of gratitude. “I know. I just... I don’t want to let anyone down. Not Kinn, not Khun and most importantly not Khay and you.”

Porchay got up from the chair and sat beside Kimhan, resting his head on his shoulder. “You won’t. You’re already doing more than enough, and we’re with you every step of the way. Family, remember?”

Kimhan smiled, leaning his head against Porchay’s. “Family,” he echoed softly, feeling a deep sense of peace settle within him.

Just as Kimhan settled into the comforting silence, Khay stirred in his arms, letting out a tiny, sleepy whimper.

Kimhan froze, glancing over at Porchay, who had his eyes half-closed, resting against his shoulder.

But before Kimhan could say anything, Khay’s little eyes fluttered open, followed by a soft cry.

Porchay stirred, his head lifting as he blinked awake. "Mmm… looks like someone wasn’t ready to sleep through the night," he murmured, rubbing his eyes.

Kimhan sighed, smiling despite the situation. "So much for my magic touch, huh?"

Porchay chuckled, sleep still thick in his voice. "Told you. He’s a mama’s boy through and through."

Kimhan held Khay up, gently bouncing him. "Guess he just missed both of us," he said, watching as their son’s cries turned into little murmurs. Khay’s tiny hands reached out, grasping at Kimhan’s shirt.

Porchay stretched and stood up, moving closer to Kimhan and Khay. "Here, let me," he said softly, reaching out to take their son back into his arms.

Khay settled almost immediately against Porchay’s chest, his little eyes blinking sleepily as he calmed down.

Kimhan shook his head, amused. "You make it look so easy."

Porchay gave him a tired smile. "Just a lot of practice, that’s all. Besides, he knows you’re tired."

Kimhan chuckled. "I don’t think he cares whether I’m tired or not."

Porchay rocked Khay gently, humming a soft tune. "Well, he cares about one thing, having his parents nearby."

Kimhan watched them, feeling the warmth of the moment settle into his bones. "We’re doing alright, aren’t we?" he asked quietly.

Porchay looked over at him with a gentle smile "Yeah, Kim, we are. We really are."