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If asked two years ago where he ‘saw himself’ in the future — Jensen’s answer would never have been married or living in Thailand. But now, he was both. It was crazy and he had never been especially crazy until he married Misha.

Some mornings he still woke up and asked himself what he was doing there. But then he rolled over and saw the smile on Misha’s face as he slept and the beauty of it all hit him all over again. The place was everything they ever needed. The people were fantastic, the weather was hot as balls, and they were accepted for who they were by almost everyone.

Besides that, whenever he got the urge to see the States again, it didn’t take more than a day and a whim to fly back to Los Angeles. As each month passed, though, he found that urge fading more and more. His brother and sister had gone to his wedding, but his parents hadn’t.

Chiang Mai was now home. But even more so than that — Misha was home. And as long as Misha was by his side, Jensen was happy.

He reached over to trail his fingers over Misha’s exposed skin, smiling when Misha wiggled under the touch. He’d thought the man was tan when they’d met, but that was before they’d moved to a tropical country full-time.

“Shh,” the older man whispered, even though Jensen hadn’t said a thing. “Go back to sleep. It’s going to be hotter than Satan’s taint later and I wanna enjoy the cool breeze while I can.”

“Got a charter in four hours. Can’t sleep.” He leaned over to kiss his husband on the temple. “If you wake up with me, I promise you an excellent treat in the shower.”

“If the options are blowjobs in the shower or sleeping while it’s cool, I’m gonna have to kick your beautiful ass out of bed so I can sleep.”

“What about a blowjob in a cool shower?”

The question forced Misha’s right eye to open and look at him, pondering. “Make it sex in a cool shower and I’ve been up since five.”

“Deal.” Jensen winked at his husband before whipping the sheet off of them and bounding out of the bed. “Race you!”

After living in Thailand for almost a year, Jensen thought he had seen everything. And then Misha decided they need to go out for coffee at a ‘special’ cafe.

A small part of him was expecting a business run by ladyboys. After all, Misha had delighted in the opportunity to drag Jensen to one of their shows just a month earlier. But instead, he stepped inside the small storefront and immediately felt something furry brushing along his ankles, followed by a soft ‘meow’.

He looked down to see a pudgy orange Scottish fold cat — wearing a red neckerchief, of all things — looking up at him.

“Misha?” When he looked back up to his husband, he was met with the largest grin he’d ever seen as Misha held out a short-haired tabby.

“It’s a cat café, Jen.”

“I can see this. Did you suddenly decide I don’t make your coffee with enough cat hair?”

Misha nodded. “Yes.” He winked obnoxiously before turning to head to the counter to order them each a drink. They had been there long enough that Misha was now nearly fluent in Thai — and Jensen wasn’t that far off himself thanks to some of his regular customers on his charter.

Jensen sat himself on an over-sized floor cushion next to a small table — a table that just happened to have a slim white cat asleep on it. “Well, hello there,” he said, reaching over to scratch the dozing creature’s head. The cat yawned at the disturbance, and two different-colored eyes blinked open. It stood slowly and stretched — the thing was definitely not underfed, but still looked to be mostly legs. A quick glance to the animal’s collar read ‘Luna.’

Misha brought over a tray with a cappuccino and small piece of chocolate cake for each of them. Luna, apparently used to being shooed off tables once food showed up, hopped onto the floor and wandered over to where some of the other cats were investigating a plastic model of the Death Star.

A piece of chocolate cake appeared in front of his face on a spoon and Jensen raised an eyebrow, giving his husband a look that clearly said ‘really?’ as he opened his mouth and took the bite. Once he had swallowed the delicious cake, he slid closer to his husband and picked up a mug. “Can we get a puppy?”

Misha shook his head. “You know what the lady said. No new pets until the adoption is finalized and we know about allergies.”

“I know, I know. But I’m not going to let you forget — every kid should grow up with a dog.”

“I promise,” Misha said with a laugh, “that our son will have a dog to grow up with.”

Jensen grinned at the word son. Their son. It was only the day before that they’d found out that the perfect candidate profile had opened up. A little three-year-old Thai boy that had lived in an orphanage most of his life was the perfect fit for their family. “I don’t know how I’m going to manage to wait three more weeks.”

Their son’s name was Akara.

The first time Jensen held the boy in his arms a weird sort of sensation washed over him.

People had it wrong. Love at first sight was not strictly a romantic thing. Jensen loved his son immediately.

The small boy seemed overwhelmed by the emotions of having two new parents all for himself. He snuggled closer to Jensen, head resting in the crook of his neck.

“Sawasdee krap, little mouse,” Misha said, smoothing a hand over the boy’s hair. “We are going to spoil you rotten.”

The boy raised his head and looked up at Misha with large chocolate brown eyes that gleamed in the light. “Da-dee,” he managed with a soft voice.

Jensen’s heart just about jumped out of his chest at the word. From across the room, the woman from the orphanage smiled. “We were working on English. For you.”

“Korp kun krap,” he said. “Thank you, from the bottom of my heart.” He watched her walk away to work on some more paperwork, and then glanced back down to his son. “So, Akara, are you ready to go home? Get this new life on the road?”

Akara frowned for a moment, looking between them. Finally… he smiled. “Home.”

On the ride back to the house, Jensen sat in the backseat holding Akara’s tiny hand and thought about his life as he watched the clear skies outside the car window. He thought about what type of dog they would get and where they would go for their first family vacation. How Akara would settle into their world. What the boy would think about Disneyland and airplanes...

He was so lost in his thoughts that he missed the smile Misha sent his way. It was hard to mistake the feel of soft lips hitting his forehead though.

“I love you so much,” Misha stated. “Both of you.”