My Little Prince

[3]

"Papa?"

Thyme's eyes opened slowly, blinking against the warm light from the overhead chandelier. When did I fall asleep? He sat up, noticing that Kavin's head had fallen against the arm of the couch and he was snoring softy into the fabric. He smiled at his sleeping friend and turned towards his son, beckoning him closer with one hand.

"Why are you awake, Julien?" He asked gently, tugging the small boy into his lap.

Julien curled himself into a ball, a small hand clutching his father's collar tightly. "Mommy."

Thyme sighed.

"You know Mommy's in Vienna, baby."

"Oui."

"She's not coming back."

Thyme felt his son tremble and start crying against his chest, trying to muffle his sobs in his father's shirt.

"I'm sorry," Thyme muttered against his son's head, standing up slowly as not to wake the sleeping Kavin.

"Daddy, no." Julien's other hand was wrapped around Kavin's sleeve, tugging the other man to wakefulness.

Kavin was startled awake. "Thyme—what---" He opened his eyes to the father and son duo, the latter holding his shirt sleeve in a vice.

"Uncle Vin." Julien said firmly.

Thyme chuckled, sitting back down on the couch and allowing his son to crawl over to the other man. "Told you he likes you."

Julien lied down on the space in between his dad and Kavin, setting his head down on Kavin's lap the same way Thyme had been doing earlier. Kavin gave Thyme a look and started running his fingers through Julien's hair. "You're just like your dad, you know."

Julien's eyes started closing as he snuggled into Kavin's shirt.

Too adorable for his own good underneath all that bravado, Kavin thought, looking at the boy who looked so much like Thyme.

When Julien's breathing had evened out, Kavin stood up gently as not to wake him. "Let's put him to bed." He had one had splayed across Julien's back, rubbing slow circles.

Thyme felt his heart warm at the sight of Kavin holding his son. "Yes, of course."

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"You owe me a new shirt," Kavin said, after they had put Julien down. "Your son is adorable but he's a drooler." He made a face at the wet patch from Julien's saliva. "This shirt is new."

"I'll buy you the entire collection," Thyme said easily, ruffling through his closet for a shirt. "Here." He tossed Kavin a loose white shirt and a pair of sweatpants.

"I take it this is an invite to sleepover?" Kavin asked, stripping off his shirt easily and slipping on Thyme's. He ignored the other man's heated gaze across his naked torso.

"Hmm."

Thyme pulled off his own shirt and changed into a pair of loose pajama bottoms.

"No shirt?" Kavin teased, plopping down on Thyme's bed and pulling out his phone. There was a message from MJ. He felt the bed dip as Thyme crawled over him, a serious look on his face. "What the hell, Thyme. Your son is right next door!" He tried to shift away from the other man, dropping his phone on the floor.

Thyme rolled his eyes as he reached for the hem of Kavin's shirt, roughly pulling on the exposed price tag until it came off. He smirked as he waved the piece of paper in front of Kavin's rapidly reddening face. "And they call you Casanova."

Kavin cleared his throat and reached for his phone on the floor. He chose to ignore Thyme as he settled on the bed next to him, scrolling through his own phone. "MJ texted," he said finally. "He knows you're back."

Thyme nodded, typing out a quick message to their friend. "I told him to meet us for lunch tomorrow. Julien wants to meet Uncle J too."

"Okay." Kavin turned over to his side and looked at Thyme. "Why am I here, T?"

Thyme sighed and placed his phone on the nightstand. He faced Kavin and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on his forehead.

Kavin's eyes closed as he sighed. "You're always like this, Thyme. It's not fair."

"I know," Thyme admitted, smiling sadly at Kavin and remembering how he left him without a single explanation, choosing to run off to Paris with Gorya and start over. He was surprised that Kavin even agreed to come home with him today; he half expected a punch to a face, to be honest. "I'm back now. For good."

Kavin huffed. "I'm ignoring my better judgement tonight. Just this once." He turned over and reached for the lamp switch, turning it off and plunging the room in darkness.

When Kavin felt Thyme's arm wrap around his waist, pulling him flush against his chest, he didn't resist.

I never could say no to you, Thyme.

Kavin closed his eyes and slept.

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"Papa! Wake up!"

Thyme grumbled under his breath, unwrapping his arm from Kavin's torso and cracking an eye open at the expectant look on his son's face. "What is it, Julien?" He spied a look at his phone and saw that is was the ass-crack of dawn--- 5 AM to be precise.

"Uncle J!" The child said happily, a small plush toy of The Little Prince in his hands.

"It's too early, baby. We're meeting Uncle J for lunch."

Julien pouted. He looked terribly cute, and of course, Thyme couldn't resist.

Thyme reached out a hand and tugged Julien into bed with him and Kavin, setting him down in between them. Kavin rolled over in his sleep with a soft mumble and curved his body around the small boy's, nose ruffling the hair on the top of his head. Julien's pout turned into a warm, sleepy smile and he tucked himself against Kavin's chest contentedly.

Going back home to Thailand was a way for Thyme to give Julien some semblance of normalcy --- a family, with Thyme's parents and friends. He had hoped for Kavin to be part of his son's life maybe as an uncle or a guardian but now, seeing Julien tucked close against his bestfriend, Thyme felt the longing for a family of his own clamor against his chest.

He tried hard not to think about how much he had done Kavin wrong, but rather thought of how he could make it up to him. Without sparing a moment for second thoughts, Thyme leaned forward and pressed his lips softly against Kavin's.

He let the other man go once, he wasn't about to make the same mistake again.

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A/N: Kid!fics are just so damn soft. Kavin and Thyme would be the best parents. BW forever.