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The main family compound was buzzing with its usual, chaotic energy. Kinn had ordered a feast fit for an army, and the sprawling dining table was groaning under the weight of countless dishes. Porchay, tucked comfortably against Kim’s side, was happily nibbling on a spring roll, listening to Tankhun’s dramatic retelling of a recent lakorn plot that involved amnesia, a secret twin, and a pet parrot who was the true heir to a fortune.
Kim’s arm was draped around Chay’s shoulders, his fingers idly tracing patterns on his boyfriend’s arm. It was a perfect, peaceful moment. Then, Kinn cleared his throat, tapping his fork gently against his wine glass.
“Everyone, Porsche and I have an announcement,” Kinn said, his voice warm and filled with a pride so profound it seemed to light him from within.
All chatter ceased. All eyes turned to them.
Porsche, beaming, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears of joy, looked at Kinn and then at their assembled family. “We’re pregnant,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m ten weeks along.”
The room exploded.
Tankhun shot to his feet with a deafening squeal, launching himself at Porsche. “A BABY! I’M GOING TO BE AN UNCLE!” He was already pulling out his phone, yelling for Pol to book appointments with the best interior designers for the nursery.
Pete was clapping, his smile wide and genuine. “Congratulations! That’s amazing news!”
Arm and Pol were offering their happy, if slightly more reserved, well-wishes.
Chay gasped, his hands flying to his mouth, his eyes wide with pure, unadulterated joy. “Hia! Oh my god! Really?” He scrambled out of his chair, dislodging Kim’s arm, and rushed to his brother, pulling him into a tight, careful hug. “I’m so happy for you! I’m going to be an uncle!”
Kim, for his part, offered a genuine, soft smile. “Congratulations, both of you,” he said to Kinn and Porsche, his voice sincere. He was happy for his brother. Truly. Kinn deserved this kind of happiness, and Porsche… well, Porsche had grown on him, like a persistent, slightly chaotic fungus.
But as he watched Chay, his beautiful, radiant Chay gush over his brother, his brain, the relentless, analytical machine that it was, began to whir.
The words “We’re pregnant” echoed in his mind, but his mind seamlessly replaced Porsche with Chay. He saw it, clear as day, a vision so potent it stole the air from his lungs.
He saw Chay, standing in the soft morning light of their penthouse, his feet bare on the cool marble. His body, soft and round, swollen with their child. A small, sleepy smile would be on his lips as he cradled the bump, his hands gently rubbing circles over the taut skin. He’d look up, his eyes full of a love so deep it would make Kim’s knees weak, and he’d say in that sweet, gentle voice…
“P’Kim…”
The image was so vivid, so perfect, it felt more real than the room around him. He could almost feel the warmth of Chay’s skin under his palms, the kick of a tiny foot against his hand. He could see the way Chay’s walk would change to that adorable, protective waddle. He could picture him propped up in bed, a contented glow about him, asking for strange food combinations that Kim would move heaven and earth to procure.
A wave of possessiveness, fierce and all-consuming, washed over him. The desire to see Chay like that, to know that a part of both of them was growing safe and loved inside him, was so sudden and so intense it was dizzying. His gaze on Chay intensified, his eyes darkening with a deep, primal longing.
Chay, oblivious to the seismic shift happening in his boyfriend’s mind, was still chattering excitedly. “We have to go shopping for baby clothes! And I’ll help you with the nursery, Hia! Oh, and I can play lullabies for the baby! Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”
Porsche, however, was not oblivious.
While accepting his brother’s hug, his sharp, observant eyes—the same eyes that could assess a threat in a split second flicked over to Kim. He saw the way Kim had gone completely still. He saw the distant, glazed look in his eyes, the intense, almost hungry focus fixed on Chay. He saw the subtle clench of Kim’s jaw and the way his fingers were now curled tightly into a fist on the table.
Porsche knew that look. It wasn't just happiness for them. It was the look of a man who had just seen his future and wanted it now.
As Chay finally released him, still babbling about onesies and guitar lessons, Porsche patted his brother’s cheek. “Go sit down, nong. You need to finish your food.”
As Chay happily skipped back to his seat, Porsche calmly walked around the table. He came to a stop behind Kim, who was still lost in his daydream of a pregnant Chay calling his name.
“Hey, Kim,” Porsche said, his voice deceptively light.
Kim blinked, the vision dissolving as he was pulled back to reality. He looked up, just in time to see Porsche’s hand come down in a swift, sharp THWACK on the back of his head.
“Ow!” Kim jolted, scowling up at his brother-in-law. “What was that for?”
The whole table fell silent again, watching the new drama unfold.
Porsche leaned down, his voice a low, menacing whisper that only Kim could hear, though his face was arranged in a cheerful smile for the benefit of everyone else. “That,” he said sweetly, “is for the very specific, very detailed fantasy I just saw playing out behind your eyes. Keep it in your pants, Khun Wik. My brother is not a breeding sow. You are not knocking him up anytime soon. Let him graduate first, you animal.”
Kim’s scowl deepened, a faint blush creeping up his neck. He had been completely transparent. Damn, Porsche and his unnerving perceptiveness.
From his seat, Chay looked between them, confused. “Hia? Why did you hit P’Kim?”
Porsche straightened up, ruffling Chay’s hair. “Just reminding him of his manners, nong. He was thinking impure thoughts.”
Kim shot Porsche a death glare, but it was undercut by the sheer accuracy of the accusation. He reached out and pulled Chay back against his side.
Chay, still blissfully unaware of the true nature of the “impure thoughts,” just snuggled closer. “Don’t worry, P’Kim. We can be the fun uncle and aunt… I mean, uncle and uncle!” he corrected with a giggle.
Kim pressed a kiss to Chay’s temple, his earlier daydream still burning brightly in the back of his mind. He looked over Chay’s head and met Porsche’s warning gaze.
A silent conversation passed between them.
Kim:It’s going to happen someday.
Porsche:Not on my watch, you little shit. Not for a long, long time.
But as Kim held Chay close, feeling the steady beat of his heart, he knew. Porsche could thump him on the head all he wanted. The image was now permanently seared into his soul. And he would move mountains to make it a reality. Just… maybe not this week.