𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲

𝐿𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠! 💃💃

Later that afternoon, Nani’s hospital cabin was far from quiet.

The once-sterile room now buzzed with voices, laughter, and the sound of too many people talking at once. Bright sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming the pale walls and reflecting off the vase of fresh lilies someone had brought earlier.

Jimmy was the loudest of them all, as usual — dramatically retelling his flight experience to anyone who’d listen. “And then that old lady beside me started snoring—loudly! I swear, I thought we were having turbulence again!”

“Maybe she was snoring because you never shut up,” William muttered, leaning against the window frame.

“Excuse me?” Jimmy snapped, narrowing his eyes.

“Oh, here we go again,” Est sighed, glancing toward Sea and grinning. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. They fight every ten minutes.”

Sea chuckled, looking effortlessly calm beside Jimmy. “It’s fine. I’ve seen worse in tournaments.” His tone was easy, his posture relaxed — that quiet confidence only athletes carried.

Jimmy came around morning but he didn't came alone. He came with his boyfriend Sea, who is a Tennis Player.To everyone’s amusement, he and Est had clicked almost immediately. Within ten minutes, they were already debating training methods and laughing about muscle cramps.

Now, William and Jimmy sat sulking in the corner, identical frowns on their faces.

“Great,” William grumbled, “my boyfriend found a new best friend in five minutes.”

Jimmy crossed his arms. “Same. I should’ve just come alone.”

Their synchronized sulking only made the rest of the room burst into laughter.

Meanwhile, Nani was in his hospital bed, looking far too entertained for someone who had fainted just the night before. He leaned against the pillows, a soft smile on his face as he watched everyone bicker and tease. The room felt alive — warm, chaotic, and full of love.

Sky sat beside him, focused on something else entirely. A small plate of sliced apples rested on the table. Sky quietly peeled another slice, speared it with a fork, and held it to Nani’s lips.

Nani took a delicate bite — and before he could even chew, Sky leaned over and pressed a kiss against his cheek.

Nani froze for half a second, his ears immediately turning red.

“Oh my god,” Est groaned from the couch. “Can you two not? We just ate.”

Sky smirked, unbothered. “He eats more when I feed him.”

“I wonder why,” Pooh said dryly from where he sat on the couch, iPad balanced on his knee. His eyes didn’t leave the screen as he scrolled, clearly pretending not to watch them. “At this point, he’s only eating for the kisses.”

Nani puffed his cheeks in protest, mumbling, “Not true.”

Sky chuckled, offering him another slice. “Open your mouth then, love.”

Everyone collectively groaned.

“Please,” William said flatly, “spare us.”

Jimmy added dramatically, “You’re raising my blood sugar just by existing!”

Pooh sighed, setting his iPad down with mock irritation. “Some of us are trying to work in peace, not drown in secondhand affection.”

Sky just smiled smugly, ignoring all of them as he leaned closer to Nani again.

“Then don’t look,” he murmured, pressing another kiss on Nani’s temple — gentle, almost reverent.

Nani giggled softly, his earlier exhaustion replaced by a quiet glow. For a moment, the rest of the world disappeared.

Pooh looked up again, catching that tiny moment of affection and rolling his eyes — though the faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips. “You two are impossible,” he muttered, typing again.

Est laughed. “And yet, somehow, perfect for each other.”

Sky squeezed Nani’s hand. “That’s the plan,” he said, his tone warm and full of love.

And just like that, the room filled with laughter again — William and Jimmy back to arguing, Sea and Est talking about sports, Pooh muttering at his screen, and Sky feeding Nani another apple slice followed by yet another kiss.

For the first time in weeks, everything felt okay.

The afternoon stretched lazily inside Nani’s hospital room, now more like a reunion party than a recovery space.

Sky tried to feed Nani another slice of apple, but this time Nani turned his face away playfully.

“No,” he said, cheeks puffed out. “You’re just going to kiss me again.”

Sky chuckled, pretending to be offended. “What’s wrong with that?”

William groaned from the corner. “Everything. It’s wrong in every possible way.”

Jimmy added, “My poor innocent eyes. I’m scarred for life.”

“You? Innocent?” Pooh deadpanned from his couch, eyes never leaving his iPad. “Please. You probably flirted with the flight attendant before your plane even took off.”

Jimmy gasped dramatically. “How dare you accuse me of something so—so true!”

Laughter broke out around the room. Even Nani, trying to suppress a giggle, ended up laughing so hard he had to clutch his stomach.

Sky immediately panicked.“Careful, love. Don’t strain yourself.”

“I’m fine,” Nani managed between giggles. “You’re the one feeding me every five seconds!”

“Because you skipped dinner last night,” Sky said, peeling another apple slice anyway.

“I fainted, Sky! I wasn’t exactly dining at a five-star restaurant,” Nani teased.

Sea, who had been quietly chatting with Est, finally looked over with a grin. “You guys are like an old married couple.”

Sky shrugged, unbothered. “We’re practicing.”

William buried his face in his hands. “Someone take me out. I can’t.”

Est laughed, patting William’s shoulder. “You should take notes, Will. Maybe then Jimmy won’t keep sulking.”

“I’m not sulking,” Jimmy said immediately. “I’m simply disappointed that my boyfriend chose swimmer boy over me.”

Sea smirked. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you,doctor.”

Jimmy pointed an accusing finger. “Don’t you ‘doctor’ me!”

That only made Sea laugh harder, which made Jimmy even more dramatic — and soon, William joined in just to irritate him more.

“See?” Nani said, resting his chin on Sky’s shoulder. “This is why I love when everyone comes together.”

Pooh sighed from his seat, though a tiny smile betrayed him. “You say that now. Give it ten more minutes and one of them will break something.”

As if on cue, Jimmy gestured too wildly and knocked over the flower vase beside the bed.

Everyone froze.

Then — splash. Water spread across the floor.

“Oh no no no no!” Jimmy squealed, jumping back. “That wasn’t me!”

“Who else would it be?” William asked flatly.

Pooh groaned, rubbing his forehead. “I called it. Ten minutes? I was being generous.”

Sky exhaled through his nose, clearly trying not to lose it. “Jimmy.”

“Yes?”

“Step away from the fragile objects. In fact, just—step away from everything.”

The entire room burst into laughter again.

Even Papa Pete, who had just peeked in through the door to check on them, smiled at the sight — his boys laughing, teasing, and alive.

Nani leaned against Sky’s shoulder, finally calm, the sparkle back in his tired eyes. “See?” he whispered softly so only Sky could hear. “I told you everything’s fine.”

Sky’s fingers brushed through his hair gently. “Yeah,” he murmured, a faint smile touching his lips. “For the first time in a while…it really is.”

𝘼 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧

Nani was finally discharged.

Papa Book had made it clear — painfully clear — that Sky was on thin ice.“You’re not taking him anywhere,” he’d said, arms crossed. “He’ll come home with me.”

Sky, in a moment of rare desperation, had dropped to his knees right there in the hospital lobby, clutching Papa Book’s leg like a child begging forgiveness.“Please, Papa. I’ll take care of him this time. I swear.”

Papa Book’s eyebrow twitched. Est and Jimmy tried (and failed) to stifle their laughter.

At last, Nani — pale but stubborn as ever — spoke up softly, “Papa… I want to go home with Sky.”

It was that simple sentence, paired with those pleading doe eyes, that melted Papa Book’s resolve. But not without a warning.

“If I hear even one complaint, Sky Theerapanyakun, you’ll wish you never met my son.”

Sky could only nod rapidly, voice cracking as he promised, “Understood, sir.”

That night, peace finally returned to the Theerapanyakun estate.

The city lights glowed faintly through the window, bathing the room in a silvery hue. Nani lay fast asleep in Sky’s arms, breathing slow and steady, his cheek pressed against Sky’s chest.

Sky hadn’t moved for hours. He couldn’t.

His fingers traced idle circles on Nani’s waist as if memorizing the softness of his skin. He couldn’t believe how close he’d come to losing this — this warmth, this heartbeat.

The faint scent of Nani’s shampoo lingered in the air, clean and delicate. The same scent Sky had missed during those restless, sleepless nights when guilt gnawed at him like a wound that wouldn’t heal.

He tightened his arms around Nani, pulling him closer until their bodies fit perfectly together. His nose brushed the curve of Nani’s neck, and he breathed him in — slow, deep, reverent.

Nani stirred slightly, eyes fluttering open halfway. “You’re not sleeping again,” he murmured, voice heavy with drowsiness.

“I will,” Sky whispered against his skin. “Go back to sleep.”

“Don’t stay up late,” Nani mumbled, half-asleep now, his words melting into a sigh as he nuzzled closer to Sky’s chest. “You’ll get sick.”

Sky smiled faintly, his heart aching at how pure Nani’s concern still was — even after everything.

“I won’t,” he promised quietly.

But even as Nani’s breathing evened out again, Sky’s eyes stayed open, watching him in the dim light.

He brushed a stray lock of hair from Nani’s face, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into the silence. “Never again, my Reigna. I’ll never let you fall apart because of me again.”

The next morning, sunlight spilled through the tall dining-room windows, soft and golden. The Theerapanyakun estate was unusually lively; laughter and the clinking of cutlery filled the air.

Sea had already won everyone over. He sat between Jimmy and Pooh, cheerfully helping Papa Pete refill the teapot as if he’d been part of the family forever. Jimmy, of course, couldn’t stop grinning.

“You see?” Jimmy said proudly, elbowing William. “Told you Papa would like him.”

Papa Pete chuckled, “I like anyone who eats my cooking without complaining.”

Sea raised his hand in mock salute. “Second helping coming right up, sir.”

Across the table, William pouted over his toast. “Est gets to fly off to Australia for a competition while I’m stuck here being teased.”

Nani bit back a laugh, eyes gleaming. “Aww, poor William. You can call him later and tell him how much you miss him. Maybe he’ll bring you a trophy as a souvenir.”

The table erupted with soft laughter, and William threw a piece of bread at Nani, who dodged easily and leaned into Sky’s shoulder with a satisfied smirk.

Papa Pete, clearly in a good mood, decided this was the perfect time to change the target. His gaze shifted to Pooh — the quiet, composed scientist, for once without his iPad in hand.“So, Pooh,” Papa Pete began, tone too sweet to be safe. “Everyone seems to have someone special now. Jimmy and Sea, William and Est, Sky and Nani…”

Pooh froze mid-bite.

Papa Pete continued dramatically, “And my youngest? Still married to his lab and eating breakfast like this family isn’t trying to give me grandchildren before I turn grey!”

Nani and William both burst out laughing, while Sea leaned toward Jimmy to whisper, “He sounds like my mom.”

Pooh sighed deeply, setting his fork down. “Papa, please. It’s morning.”

“Oh, so you can talk before noon,” William teased. “That’s new.”

Before Papa Pete could continue his “Asian-parent coded speech of despair,” Sky’s calm voice cut through the laughter.

“Dad.”

The tone made everyone look up. Sky’s expression was steady — eyes on his father, hand slipping quietly into Nani’s beneath the table. Their fingers intertwined, the simple gesture grounding the moment.

Vegas looked up from his coffee, one brow raised. “Yes, son?”

Sky exhaled, gaze flicking to Nani before returning to his father. His voice was firm, unshaken.

“Set the date for the wedding.”

For a second, the room fell utterly silent — even Papa Pete’s fork hovered mid-air.

Nani’s eyes widened, a flush blooming across his cheeks.

Jimmy grinned like a fool, Sea nearly clapped, and William groaned, “Finally.”

Papa Pete’s expression softened, pride flickering behind his teasing glare. “Are you sure, Sky? No business trips, no excuses, no running off halfway?”

Sky smiled faintly, turning his hand over to press a kiss to Nani’s knuckles. “No running, Papa. Not this time.”

The table burst into cheers — Jimmy whooping, Sea joining in, even Papa Pete pretending to dab at imaginary tears while Pooh muttered under his breath, “Great. Now I’ll have to attend another wedding.”

Nani, still blushing, leaned close to Sky and whispered, “You didn’t even warn me.”

Sky smirked, whispering back, “Wanted to see your reaction.”

Nani’s heart fluttered as he playfully smacked his arm under the table.

After breakfast, the noise of the dining room faded behind them. The morning air outside was fresh, touched by the scent of wet grass and blooming jasmine. Nani walked beside Sky through the garden, their steps slow, unhurried.

“Everyone’s going to start planning before you even finish your coffee,” Nani said lightly, trying to sound casual. “Papa Pete already looked like he was about to pull out a wedding binder.”

Sky smiled, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Good. Saves me time.”

Nani rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the tiny curve of his lips. “You didn’t even warn me, Sky. You just—” He waved his hands in frustration. “You just announced it like you were confirming a business meeting!”

Sky turned to him, eyes warm. “If I warned you, you would’ve overthought it.”

Nani paused, caught off guard. “…Maybe.”

Sky stepped closer, their shoulders brushing. “Besides,” he added softly, “I’ve already waited long enough.”

The teasing faded from Nani’s face, replaced by something fragile, something real. His gaze dropped to the grass. “You sound too sure about this,” he whispered. “What if I mess it up? What if you do?”

Sky reached out, tilting Nani’s chin gently so their eyes met. “Then we’ll fix it. Together.”

The sincerity in his tone left Nani wordless. For a moment, the only sound was the rustling of leaves overhead. Sky’s thumb brushed over Nani’s jaw, and the look in his eyes was calm but fierce — the kind of look that said he wasn’t running anymore.

Nani felt his chest tighten. “You really mean it this time, don’t you?”

“I do,” Sky said simply. “No half-promises. No hiding. I’m setting the date because I’m done waiting for the ‘right time.’ You’re it, Nani. You’ve always been it.”

Nani blinked rapidly, fighting a smile that wouldn’t stay hidden. “You’re saying all the right things today, huh?”

Sky leaned closer, his voice dropping low, teasing but tender. “Then stop testing me and just kiss me already.”

Nani laughed softly, the tension melting away. “You’re impossible.”

“Your impossible,” Sky murmured — and before Nani could reply, Sky bent down and kissed him.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t showy. Just warm — grounding — like the promise Sky had made across the breakfast table.

When they finally pulled apart, Nani rested his forehead against Sky’s shoulder, smiling against his shirt.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he whispered.

Sky wrapped his arms around him, pressing a kiss to his hair. “I’m counting on it.”