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The faint rays of morning seeped through the curtains of the glass window, casting soft golden streaks across the huge room. Rak stirred in his sleep, the warmth of Mut’s arms around him anchoring him in a blanket of comfort. The cool morning air brushed lightly against his face, a complete opposite to the heat radiating from Mut's chest beneath his cheek. Outside, the chirping of birds harmonized with the muffled hum of distant traffic, but it all felt far away, as if the world had paused just for them. He wasn’t sure how he would move on from this to his normal life when Mahasamut leaves after all this was over.
For a moment, Rak remained still, his mind sluggish as the haze of sleep was still heavy on his mind. His hand, resting on Mut’s arm, traced the mole on his arms, as the saying goes people having mole on their arms were strong, no doubt Mahasamut was strong he had picked up Rak so many times even though he was on the heavier side now due to Mahasamut’s constant feeding him tasty food. Mahasamut on his vacation increased it much more now.
Mut’s soft breath was grounding him in this intimate quiet, his scent, something faintly woodsy, mixed with the crispness of the morning, filled his senses, stirring a gentle flutter in his chest.
As the morning light grew brighter, Rak couldn’t resist a small stretch. Carefully, he shifted, trying to disentangle himself from Mut without waking him. But his fingers accidentally brushed Mut’s jaw, and the subtle movement made Mut stir. A low hum escaped Mut’s lips, his arms instinctively tightening around Rak’s now round belly for a brief moment.
“Hmm... morning already?” Mut’s voice was hoarse with sleep, his eyes barely open as he looked down at Rak with a lazy smile.
“Sorry,” Rak murmured, his tone soft and warm. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Mut chuckled, the sound deep and comforting. “You think I’d let you sneak out of my arms that easily?” He shifted slightly, propping himself up on one elbow so he could meet Rak’s gaze more fully.
They stayed like that for a moment, their faces close, the morning light painting soft shadows across their features. Rak smiled, brushing a stray curl from Mut’s forehead. “Well, good morning,” he said, his voice carrying a teasing lilt.
“Good morning,” Mut replied, grinning widely. He leaned in slightly, pressing a light kiss to Rak’s forehead. “You always wake up this restless?”
“Only when I’ve got something good to wake up to,” Rak quipped, his cheeks flushing slightly.
Mut laughed softly, pulling Rak back down into his arms. “Guess we’re staying here a little longer, then,” he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep. The day could wait; for now, all that mattered was the warmth of their shared space and the quiet intimacy of the morning.
After a long time being cocooned in each other’s embrace in the silence Rak stirred a little, “You are ok? Am I pressing too much?” Mahasamut asked. Tongrak wanted to reply ‘ he liked this, them, but he was afraid his heart will be broken like his sister ’ so instead he said “I think your daughter doesn’t want to stay in bed anymore. She is hungry.” Rak spoke in the lowest voice, guilty about ruining the moment. He liked calling his baby “ Mahasamut’s daughter ”, like it gave him more happiness but he wasn’t sure if Mahasamut liked it or not. Even if they didn’t say it in words, they had almost fallen into a routine of spending time with each other just like other married couples. “If the princess wants we need to wake up then, even though I don’t want to let go of the warmth.” Mut smiled broadly while slowly moving away from Rak’s body leaving a lingering touch on his waist like he was not ready to break off the touch.
After Mahasamut had left the room, Rak slowly woke up from the bed and went to freshen up. The line between the contract and the real had already blurred. They behaved like it was natural to hug and kiss each other but Tongrak needed words from Mahasamut, he wanted assurance, a promise, a vow.
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He did not want to leave the bed, he wanted to stay close to Tongrak, to his baby but the anxiety was taking away his peace. As per the contract he wasn’t allowed to say that he loved Tongrak, his sane mind also said his loved ones are cursed so he shouldn’t love them on the other hand his heart had already chosen him as the one for life. He knew he would never move on from this man ever but he was in conflict with himself. His thoughts were brought to a pause when his phone rang, he looked at the flashing screen.
Kay Calling
His college roommate was calling. He picked up the phone and went on the patio beside the riverside.
“Hey Kay.”
“Hi Bro, how are you?”
“I am fine, you?”
“Me too. I wanted to ask you something as the student president.”
“Tell me.”
“Bro I know in official documents it’s mentioned you don't have a family but I know now you have one.”
“Umm~”
“Do you want to bring him to the grad ceremony?”
“I know the passes are only given for family and he is legally mine but I am not sure if he would want to.”
“Atleast ask him.”
“What if it goes in wrong direction, like you know~~”
“I don’t understand your relationship with him, like he has turned your whole life upside down and he won’t even do this for you?”
“I am afraid to ask.”
Kay sighed. “As you wish I am sending your family pass to your current address registered in the university.”
“Ok~ I need to go otherwise the food would be burnt.”
“Gosh~ you are a lovestruck puppy but won't confess you idiot.”
He turned and found Tongrak staring at him with hurt eyes, Mahasamut immediately panicked ‘did he hear our conversation?’ he hurried inside and went close to Rak “Khun Tongrak? Are you ok? You don’t look happy.” Heart in his chest was thumping hard, dragging him to the horror of rejection he had been anticipating sooner or later.
Tongrak made a grumpy sound “I thought you were making me breakfast, you are chit chatting on phone.”
“Oh~! It’s ready. It’s done already. Let’s eat.”
Mahasamut ushered him to the island in the kitchen, made him sit on the chair in front of the island and put a plate in front of him. As usual, like most of his mornings Tongrak did not recognize what was placed on his plate. He looked at Mahasamut, “What did you make today?”
“This is called Frittata, it's an Italian dish. Made of eggs, cream, bacon, cheese, potatoes, zucchini and some seasonings. Along with baked broccoli, tomato, potatoes and onions. Some fruits and milk.”
“Tell me the truth, you are studying in culinary school right? You are lying to me right that you are studying environmental engineering right?”
Mahasamut laughed out loud, “Why will I lie to you?” He moved near Tongrak and placed a hand below his chin lifting his face to look up at him. “I like to cook for you, so whenever I am free I skim through the internet to find what is good for you and make them. That's all. It’s all google recipes.”
“No! No one can cook this well on the first try.”
He laughed again, “Ok I am studying culinary arts! Happy? Now eat.” He cut a piece of the frittata and put it in his mouth.
While chewing the food “Do you think I am an elephant?”
“WHAT?” Mahasamut looked at Rak with confused expression.
“You made so much food, because of you I am gaining so much weight. I am already 20 kg heavier than my normal.”
Mut smiled at Rak, bent down and closed the distance between their lips, when he was just an inch away he said “It’s fine until I can carry you around. I don't mind if you are 20 kg or 40 kg above your normal weight. Also I love cuddling the chubby you.”
Tongrak blinked a few times, his cheeks and ear turned red. He felt hot, like his whole face was burning. Mut placed his hand in Tongrak’s hair ruffling it, “Let's eat now. You said my daughter was hungry, let's not keep starving her for so long.”
After breakfast Mut stood up to clean the plates but Rak pulled his plate away, “You said you need to go for an interview today. I will do this. You go.”
“It’s not an interview, it’s the job I will be starting once the vacation is over in 3 weeks.”
“When is your grad ceremony?”
“Next week tuesday.”
“Oh nice.”
“Ummm Khun Tongrak~”
“Yes?”
“No, nothing. I will go now or else I will be late for the induction. I will be back in 2 hours.”
Once Mahasamut left for his work Tongrak slumped down on the sofa. He placed his hands on the bump and slowly rubbed it. “Is your daddy dumb? I literally gave him a chance to tell me about the grad ceremony and he still didn’t speak? To his friend he said he wanted us to go right? But he…. Ugh!”
Buzzzz…… The doorbell rang and Tongrak slowly stood up to check it. When he opened the door a mailman was standing there with a letter in his hands. He thanked the delivery person and took the parcel. Once he settled down on the sofa he looked at the packet properly. It was addressed to Mahasamut, from Kay. “Kay? Now who is Kay?” Tongrak thought.The letter was not in a sealed packet which made it easier for him to check what's inside without Mahasamit knowing so he opened it. “Should I just hide this from him? What if he never gives me this? I won’t be able to go at all. What do you think, baby? We should surprise daddy right?” At that very moment the baby kicked. “Ok! We will hide this and surprise daddy.”
The university auditorium buzzed with life, brimming with the pride of families, the excited chatter of graduates, and the warmth of celebration. Mahasamut stood amidst his peers, the cap and gown an emblem of his hard-earned success. Yet, his chest felt tight, an unfamiliar ache settling there despite the jubilance around him. Everyone was there with their families except him, there were people whose families flew from extreme north or south but he had none. It was his fault though as his friend Kay said. He should have told Khun Tongrak but he never had the courage.
This day should have been one of unfiltered triumph, but it wasn’t.
For years, Mahasamut had poured himself into his studies—late nights, grueling practicals, and relentless expectations. Alongside this, he had entered into a marriage contract, he was juggling between his life as a student and an Alpha whose omega was with a child. His omega, Tongrak, had proven to be everything he had hoped for: kind, patient, and endlessly supportive. Their marriage, while contractual, had blossomed into an unexpected partnership. They had recently grown so close to each other that one night he had told Tongrak about his grandma and dogs passing and Tongrak had cried so much as if he was the one who felt the pain. It took him almost 1 hour to calm down the sad omega.
But now, as he glanced toward the crowd, an emotion he didn’t dare name gnawed at him.
Love.
It terrified him. Love wasn’t part of the deal. Yet somewhere between shared meals and quiet conversations, no lust cuddles between the nights he’d watched Tongrak’s growing belly rise and fall with sleep, it had stolen into his heart, uninvited, unstoppable and irrevocable.
Tongrak wasn’t supposed to be here today. Mahasamut had deliberately avoided inviting him, fearing the vulnerability that would come with his presence. The moment his name was called, though, none of it mattered.
“Mahasamut KongThong!”
The voice of the announcer rang out, and Mahasamut moved forward, applause washing over him like a wave. He was the gold medalist of his department and a special certificate was prepared for him. He climbed the stage, smiling out into the sea of faces, his heart racing for reasons that had nothing to do with nerves. His gaze swept over the audience—and then he froze.
There, standing in the middle of the crowd, was Tongrak.
His omega’s round belly was impossible to miss, his loose shirt doing little to hide it. In his hands was a bouquet of iris so large and vibrant it seemed to brighten the entire auditorium. Tongrak waved with an infectious smile, his cheeks pink with effort but his eyes filled with pride and joy.
Mahasamut’s heart stopped.
He didn’t know how he got down the stage so quickly, but before he could second-guess himself, his legs carried him straight to Tongrak. The world around him blurred; the voices of the announcer and the whispers of the crowd were muffled under the roar of his own heartbeat.
Tongrak blinked, surprised, as Mahasamut reached him. “Mut, what are you doing? You’re in the middle of—”
Before he could finish, Mahasamut pulled him into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping protectively around Tongrak’s shoulders. He was careful of Tongrak’s belly, but the strength of his grip spoke volumes.
“You came,” Mahasamut murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “You didn’t have to, but you came. Thank you… You’ve filled a void I didn’t even know I had.”
Tongrak’s face softened, his smile radiant. “Of course, I came. How could I miss this? I’m so proud of you.”
The auditorium buzzed with murmurs as Mahasamut’s classmates exchanged glances, their curiosity piqued. Soon, a group of his friends approached, their grins wide and teasing.
“Mahasamut! What’s going on here?” one of them asked, nudging him with an elbow. “Who’s this gorgeous omega?”
Tongrak blushed, but Mahasamut stood tall, his arm slipping around Tongrak’s shoulders with quiet pride. “This is Tongrak,” he said firmly. “My husband.”
“Husband?!” one of his friends exclaimed, her jaw dropping. “Since when?”
The group erupted in laughter and playful jeers. “You sly fox! Hiding this from us all this time!”
Mahasamut chuckled, feeling a warmth he hadn’t expected. The teasing was lighthearted, and for the first time in a long while, he felt like he didn’t have to hide a part of himself.
But not everyone shared in the joy.
Pin, a classmate who had been watching from afar, approached with a saccharine smile. Her eyes, however, were sharp as glass. She had liked Mahasamut since their first year, harboring quiet hopes that one day, he would notice her. Seeing him with Tongrak—a visibly older, pregnant omega—sent a wave of bitterness coursing through her.
“Well,” Pin began, her voice dripping with faux sweetness, “this is unexpected. I didn’t realize your tastes leaned toward… older, more experienced omegas.” Her gaze lingered on Tongrak’s belly before she added with a smirk, “Quite the trap he’s set for you, Mahasamut.”
The group fell silent. Tongrak stiffened, his grip tightening on the bouquet.
“So? Tell us Mr. Tongrak, how did you trap him? By getting pregnant at one night stands?”
Mahasamut’s smile vanished. He stepped forward, placing himself between Tongrak and Pin, his expression thunderous. Tongrak immediately held Mut’s right hand trying to stop him from creating any scene here. “Mahasamut, please.”
“Khun Tongrak she can’t insult you like this. I won’t tolerate it.”
“I am fine. Please let it go.” Rak said while squeezing his hands a bit more.
Pin smirked, “it seems I said the truth so he also agrees” pointing at Tongrak she spoke another sentence raging Mahasamut.
“That’s enough, Pin,” he said, his voice cold.
Pin shrugged, her smirk still in place. “Relax, I was just joking.”
“Well, it’s not funny,” Mahasamut shot back. His voice rose slightly, enough to make heads turn. “Tongrak isn’t ‘trapping’ anyone. He’s my husband, and I love him. If you can’t be happy for us, keep your comments to yourself.”
Tongrak’s eyes grew wider at the mention of love. Pin’s smirk faltered, but Mahasamut didn’t wait for a response. He turned to Tongrak, his hand resting gently on his back. “Let’s go,” he said softly. “We don’t need this.”
Tongrak followed, his chest tight with emotion. He was quiet as they walked to the car, and Mahasamut didn’t press him to speak. The drive home was filled with a heavy silence, Mahasamut gripping the wheel tightly as he replayed the day’s events in his mind.
Once they were home, Tongrak set the bouquet on the table, smoothing the edges of the paper wrapper. Mahasamut stood nearby, his hands clenched at his sides.
“T-Tongrak,” he began, his voice trembling.
Tongrak turned to him, curious.
“I…” Mahasamut took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “I love you. I don’t think I can go a single day without you anymore.”
Tongrak froze, his eyes wide. For a moment, the room was silent. Then, without a word, Tongrak turned and walked toward the bedroom.
Mahasamut’s stomach dropped. “Tongrak?” he called, hurrying after him.
Tongrak opened the cupboard, pulling out their neatly folded marriage contract. He placed it on the table and flipped to a specific clause, pointing at it.
“Clause 6,” he read aloud, his voice steady but his expression unreadable. “ Mahasamut can’t confess “I love you” first. Tongrak has the sole right to decide. ”
Mahasamut paled, his mouth opening and closing as he struggled for words. “I—I didn’t mean to…”
“You broke the contract!” Tongrak scolded, though his tone lacked the bite of true anger. “Do you know what this means?”
Mahasamut’s eyes filled with tears. He dropped to his knees, clutching Tongrak’s hands. “Please, don’t push me away. Don’t break my heart. I’ll do anything—just don’t leave me.” He started sobbing at his feet
Tongrak stood near the edge of the bed, his hand instinctively cradling his belly for support. He glanced at the floor, where Mahasamut was kneeling and sobbing, his heart breaking into pieces he didn’t know Mahasamut would react like this but getting down there was another matter entirely.
Tongrak shifted his weight from one foot to the other, calculating his approach. He began by slowly lowering himself into a squat, his knees bending with deliberate care. His face tightened in concentration as his balance wavered slightly. Seven months of carrying a child had shifted his center of gravity, and every movement required an extra level of caution.
“Rak, what are you doing?” Mahasamut’s voice came, laced with concern, Tongrak’s stern expression softened instantly. Despite the discomfort of his pregnancy, he lowered himself to his knees in front of Mahasamut. His hands cupped Mahasamut’s face, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears.
“Who said anything about leaving you?” Tongrak whispered, his voice cracking. “I’m not bound by that clause, so let me confess.”
Mahasamut stared at him, hope flickering in his tear-filled eyes.
“I love you too,” Tongrak murmured, his lips brushing against Mahasamut’s cheeks. “I’ve loved you for so long. And this contract? It doesn’t mean anything anymore.”
With a decisive motion, Tongrak grabbed the contract and tore it in half. The sound of ripping paper filled the room, echoing the barriers between them finally breaking.
Mahasamut pulled Tongrak into his arms, holding him close and kissing him deeply. For the first time, neither held back. They were free to love each other, surrounded by the warmth of their feelings and the promise of the family they were about to become.
Tongrak exhaled, his breath shuddering as Mahasamut’s arms tightened around him. The intensity of their embrace made him forget, for just a moment, the strain in his body from kneeling on the hard floor. But the baby shifted within him, and a dull ache began to creep into his knees and lower back.
Mahasamut, always attuned to Tongrak’s discomfort, noticed the subtle wince. He leaned back slightly, his hands framing Tongrak’s face with infinite care. “Rak, you’re not comfortable down here. Let me help you up.”
Tongrak chuckled softly, though his exhaustion was evident. “You just want an excuse to coddle me, don’t you?”
Mahasamut smiled through his lingering tears, brushing his thumb over Tongrak’s cheek. “Maybe. But can you blame me? You’re carrying our child, and I can’t stand to see you in pain.”
Tongrak’s heart swelled at the tenderness in Mahasamut’s voice. He nodded, knowing he couldn’t argue when his body was already protesting. “Alright, but it’s not going to be pretty.”
Mahasamut carefully moved behind Tongrak, his strong arms wrapping around his omega’s torso, just above the swell of his belly. “Hold onto me,” he instructed gently.
Tongrak placed his hands over Mahasamut’s forearms, bracing himself. With a controlled effort, Mahasamut began to lift, mindful of Tongrak’s shifting weight and the delicate balance they needed to maintain. Tongrak grunted softly, the pressure on his knees finally releasing as Mahasamut pulled him to his feet.
“Okay, okay, I’m up,” Tongrak breathed, leaning heavily against Mahasamut for a moment as his legs adjusted. “That was harder than it should’ve been.”
Mahasamut looked down at him, his eyes shining with a mix of affection and concern. “You don’t have to push yourself so much, Rak. Let me take care of you. Always.”
Tongrak smiled up at him, his hand resting over Mahasamut’s heart. “You already do, more than you know.”
But Mahasamut wasn’t satisfied with just getting Tongrak to his feet. With a swift but careful motion, he slipped one arm under Tongrak’s knees and the other around his back. Before Tongrak could protest, he lifted him effortlessly into his arms.
“Mahasamut!” Tongrak gasped, his hands instinctively wrapping around his alpha’s neck. “I can walk, you know.”
Mahasamut grinned, his steps steady as he carried Tongrak across the room. “You could, but why should you when I’m right here? From today, this bed isn’t just yours, it’s ours. And it’s where we and our child will rest, safe and loved.”
Tongrak’s protest melted into a soft laugh, his fingers brushing the nape of Mahasamut’s neck. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“Impossible about you,” Mahasamut agreed, his voice rich with warmth. He reached the bed and gently lowered Tongrak onto the soft mattress, adjusting the pillows behind him. “There. Better?”
Tongrak nodded, his eyes misty as he looked up at Mahasamut. “Perfect.”
Mahasamut leaned in, his lips brushing against Tongrak’s forehead. “You’re my perfect, Rak. You and our little one. And from now on, no contracts, no barriers, just us. Always.”
Tongrak reached up, pulling Mahasamut into a tender kiss. “Always,” he whispered against his lips, their love sealing the promise of the life they were building together.
The following morning, the tension of the previous day’s events had mostly dissipated. Mahasamut and Tongrak drove to the clinic for their scheduled prenatal checkup. The soft hum of the car engine filled the silence between them, but there was no unease—only a sense of quiet companionship.
Mahasamut glanced at Tongrak’s profile as he cradled his round belly, a small smile playing on his lips. The events of the previous night felt like a dream, but the torn contract sitting in the trash can at home was a tangible reminder of their new beginning.
“How are you feeling today?” Mahasamut asked, his voice gentle.
Tongrak turned to him with a soft smile. “A little tired, but I’m okay. The baby’s been active this morning, though.” He chuckled, placing Mahasamut’s hand over his belly. “I think she is excited to meet you.”
Mahasamut’s heart swelled as he felt the faint movements beneath his palm. “I can’t wait to meet her either.”
They arrived at the clinic shortly after. The familiar sight of Dr. Sky’s office brought a sense of routine, but Mahasamut couldn’t shake a nagging feeling of unease.
Dr. Sky, a soft smile with a sharp mind and a compassionate bedside manner, greeted them warmly as they entered.
“P’Rak, Khun Mahasamut. Good to see you both,” Dr. Sky said, motioning for Tongrak to take a seat on the examination bed.
“Good morning, Sky,” Tongrak said as he settled in.
Dr. Sky picked up his clipboard. “So, Tongrak, how have you been feeling lately? Any unusual symptoms, discomfort, or changes in the baby’s activity?”
Tongrak shook his head. “Nothing unusual. Just the usual tiredness, and the baby’s been moving a lot more this week.”
“Good, good,” Dr. Sky said, making notes. “At seven months, increased movement is a positive sign. It means the baby is developing well.” He turned to Mahasamut. “How about you, Mahasamut? Are you helping Tongrak rest and keeping his stress levels down?”
Mahasamut nodded quickly. “Yes, Doctor. I’m doing my best to take care of him.”
Dr. Sky smiled faintly. “Good. Pregnancy, especially for an omega carrying an alpha’s child, can be taxing. Support is critical.”
The doctor began the examination, using an ultrasound to check on the baby. The room filled with the rhythmic sound of the baby’s heartbeat, steady and strong. Mahasamut’s eyes widened as he stared at the screen, watching their child move.
“There she is,” Dr. Sky said, pointing to the screen. “Everything looks normal. The baby’s heart rate is strong, their size is on track, and her positioning is good for this stage.”
Tongrak let out a small sigh of relief. “That’s wonderful news.”
Mahasamut couldn’t take his eyes off the screen. “She is beautiful, just like you.” he murmured looking at his husband.
Dr. Sky chuckled. “Yes, she is. You’ll get to meet her soon enough.”
After the ultrasound, Dr. Sky turned back to his clipboard, his expression growing slightly more serious.
“Tongrak,” he began, “while everything looks good, I want to address something potentially concerning. Mahasamut, you might want to listen carefully too.”
Mahasamut straightened, his protective instincts kicking in. “What is it, Doctor?”
Dr. Sky adjusted his glasses. “Tongrak’s hormone levels are optimal for pregnancy, but I noticed a slight rise in stress hormones. Nothing alarming, but it’s worth monitoring. However…” He looked directly at Mahasamut. “I noticed something unusual in your scent when you entered the room. Are you aware that you’re approaching a rut?”
Mahasamut blinked, his mind scrambling. “A rut? I—I didn’t realize. I haven’t been tracking it closely.”
Dr. Sky nodded knowingly. “It happens, especially with the excitement of major life events. Based on my observation and scent, I’d estimate your rut will begin in about two days.”
Tongrak’s eyes widened as he looked between Mahasamut and Dr. Sky. “What does this mean? Is it dangerous?”
Dr. Sky’s expression turned grave. “It could be. Normally, an alpha’s rut wouldn’t pose a significant risk to their bonded partner, even during pregnancy. But you and Mahasamut aren’t bonded yet, are you?”
Tongrak hesitated before shaking his head. “No, we’re not.”
Dr. Sky sighed. “That complicates things. An unbonded alpha in rut can be unpredictable, even if they’re usually gentle due to the bond of the baby. The heightened instincts and the lack of a mating bond to ground them can lead to aggressive behavior. That’s not something you or your baby can afford to deal with.”
Mahasamut’s face was drained of color. “You’re saying I could hurt them?”
“It’s a possibility,” Dr. Sky said carefully. “I’m not saying you’d do it intentionally, but the hormonal surge during a rut overrides rational thought. The priority right now is keeping Tongrak and the baby safe.”
Tongrak’s hand instinctively moved to his belly. “What should we do?”
Dr. Sky leaned forward, his tone firm. “Mahasamut, until your rut passes, you need to stay away from Tongrak. I recommend you prepare a separate space, preferably somewhere outside the house. A secure room with minimal distractions will help you ride out the rut safely.”
Mahasamut nodded slowly, guilt weighing heavy in his chest. “I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe.”
Tongrak looked uncertain, his hand reaching out to grasp Mahasamut’s. “Isn’t there another option? What if we bond now?”
Dr. Sky paused, his brows furrowing in thought. “That could mitigate the risks, but bonding is a significant decision. It would link your emotions and instincts permanently. Are you both ready for that?”
Mahasamut met Tongrak’s eyes, his resolve hardening. “If it means keeping you and our child safe, I’ll do it.”
Tongrak smiled softly but shook his head. “Let’s not rush into this. We’ve only just confessed to each other. It feels too soon.”
Dr. Sky nodded approvingly. “That’s wise. A rushed bond could lead to complications later. Let’s stick to the original plan. Mahasamut, you’ll prepare a secure space, and Tongrak, you’ll focus on resting. Stressing about this will only affect the baby’s health.”
As they left the doctor’s room, Mahasamut helped Tongrak sit on one of the chairs in the resting room where they were waiting for their reports to be delivered.
“Mut,” Tongrak said softly, placing a hand on his arm. “Are you okay?”
“I could hurt you,” Mahasamut said, his voice strained. “I don’t think I can forgive myself if that happens.”
Tongrak squeezed his arm gently. “But you won’t. You heard Dr. Sky—we have a plan. I trust you, Mut. You’ll keep us safe.”
Mahasamut turned to him, his eyes filled with anguish. “I’m scared, Rak. I love you, and I love our child. The thought of losing either of you because of my instincts…”
“You won’t,” Tongrak interrupted, his voice firm. “You’re stronger than you think. And we’re in this together. Remember that.”
Mahasamut nodded, his resolve strengthening. “I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. I promise.”
Tongrak tightens his grip on Mahasamut’s hands, “But I want to spend this Rut with you.” Mahasamut lost his voice for a few seconds before he spoke again “Are you not afraid of me hurting you like Dr. said?”
Tongrak smiled, “I know you would never hurt me, let’s try this. Please?”