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8 Years and 5 months later

Cambridge, Massachusetts, United States

The room feels different once the session is over. Not quieter, just looser. Voices overlap now in low, easy currents. The sharp focus from earlier has softened into something more human—laughter in small bursts, the clink of glass against glass, the rustle of coats half-worn and half-forgotten. Plates of small, carefully arranged food sit along the long tables, already disturbed by passing hands.

Kath stands just slightly to Lin’s left, a step back without thinking about it. Lin is mid-conversation, her posture still composed but no longer formal. One hand rests loosely around a glass she hasn’t really touched, the other moving minimally as she responds to something a professor is saying. Older, sharp-eyed, the kind who listens with intent.

She’s wearing glasses now. Thin-framed, understated, something practical rather than ornamental. They sit low enough on the bridge of her nose that, every so often, she nudges them back into place with a quiet, habitual motion, barely interrupting the flow of her speech. The lenses catch the warm overhead light when she turns her head, softening her gaze without dulling it.

Lin tilts her head as she listens, eyes focused through the lenses, expression attentive but unstrained.

“…your work on adaptive systems,” he’s saying, nodding once as if confirming something to himself. “It’s a compelling direction. Especially the way you’ve grounded it in real-world application.”

Lin inclines her head slightly. “We try to keep it… usable,” she says, the faintest hint of dry humor beneath the words.

The man smiles at that. Not wide, but genuine.

“Well,” he says, extending a hand, “I’m glad you came. Truly.”

Lin takes his hand, firm but brief. “Thank you for having me.”

The man nods once more, satisfied, before drifting back into the current of conversations around them. For a moment, the space settles. Then Lin turns to Kath. She shifts half a step closer, the movement easy, instinctive, and her fingers find Kath’s arm without hesitation. Just a light touch, resting there like it belongs.

“You okay?” she asks, voice low, just for her. There’s a hint of amusement in it, something softer underneath. “Bored yet?”

Kath, who has already claimed one of the small plates from the table, glances up at her mid-bite. She chews, unhurried, then lets out a quiet snort.

“Mm,” she hums, tilting her head slightly as if considering it. “Tragic, really. I came all this way just to watch you talk and being awesome.”

Her mouth curves, just faintly. Lin exhales through her nose, something like a laugh, her thumb brushing once, absent, familiar against Kath’s sleeve before her hand falls away.

“Sounds exhausting,” she murmurs.

Kath doesn’t answer that, just nudges the plate slightly in Lin’s direction without looking, a silent offering. Lin glances at it, then at her, but doesn’t reach for it. Not yet. Because another voice joins before the moment fully settles.

“Professor Lin?”

A woman this time, mid-forties, maybe, with a badge Kath doesn’t bother to read. There’s an ease in the way she steps in, like someone used to these spaces, these conversations.

“I just wanted to say,” she begins, “Your recent research, your papers, there’s a clarity to it that’s rare. You didn’t overcomplicate things.”

Lin’s mouth curves slightly, almost a smile. “I’m glad it made sense.”

“It did,” the woman replies. Then, after a beat, softer, “More than that.”

There’s a brief pause—not awkward, just… complete. Then the rhythm resumes. Another introduction. Another exchange. Names that pass through the air and don’t quite stay.

Someone approaches from the side, not tentative, not formal. Familiar. Kath notices the change before the words. It’s small. Easy to miss. But Lin’s shoulders shift, just slightly, not tightening, not quite relaxing either. Just… adjusting.

“Lin?”

The name lands differently. Lin turns. For a second, something unreadable flickers across her face, recognition, maybe. Or memory. Then it settles into something warmer, quieter.

“Edward! Hey,” she says.

The man in front of her looks about their age, maybe a little older. No badge this time. No introduction needed, apparently. He smiles in a way that suggests history, not close, not distant either. Something in between.

“I wasn’t sure it was you at first,” he admits. “It’s been… what? 10? 15 Years.”

“Something like that,” Lin replies.

“And you?” he asks eventually. “You’re back in Thailand now?”

Lin nods. “Yeah. Been there a while.”

A pause. Then, almost as an afterthought, his gaze shifts—just enough to notice Kath properly for the first time. There’s that brief moment. The unspoken question. Lin doesn’t hesitate. She turns slightly, closing the space without making it a gesture.

“Ed, this is Kath,” she says, her voice even, certain. “My wife.”

It lands simply. No emphasis. No performance.

“Oh,” he says, the surprise softening almost immediately into something easy. He offers a hand. “Hi. Nice to meet you.”

Kath takes it, her grip steady. “You too.”

------

Two months ago, the invitation arrived.

It came late in the evening while rain tapped softly against the windows upstairs, the second floor of their house quieter now than it used to be. Over the years, the space had changed in small, gradual ways—walls repainted, shelves added, furniture replaced piece by piece—but the bones of the house remained the same.

Their room sat at the end of the hallway. Across from it, what used to be a storage space had long since become a shared study.

Lin’s side was predictable: organized stacks of papers, annotated journals, a monitor filled with diagrams and simulations, pens lined neatly beside a mug that had gone cold hours ago. Kath’s side was messier in a way that somehow still worked—camera batteries beside diving maps, notebooks half-open beneath cables and marine survey drafts.

That night, Lin sat alone at her desk, glasses low on her nose, the glow from her laptop cutting softly through the dim room. She had read the email twice before setting her phone down beside the keyboard.

Lin didn’t move immediately after reading it. She stayed leaning slightly forward in her chair, eyes resting somewhere on the screen without really looking at it anymore, like she was placing the information somewhere inside herself first before allowing it to become real. Kath noticed before Lin said a word. She had been sprawled sideways on the small couch near the window, half-working through expedition notes for a National Geographic coastal mapping project, one leg stretched across the cushions while one of their dogs slept heavily against her thigh.

After a moment, she pushed herself up quietly and crossed the room. Lin didn’t react when Kath stopped behind her chair. Not startled. Not guarded. Just aware. Kath rested one hand lightly on the back of the chair and leaned down slightly, eyes scanning the email over Lin’s shoulder.

She read enough to understand. Enough to feel something small and warm settle quietly in her chest. Her gaze shifted from the screen to Lin instead. Without thinking about it, Kath bent and pressed a soft kiss against the top of her head, just near the part in her hair. Lin’s shoulders loosened almost imperceptibly beneath her.

“So...” Kath asked softly. “Are you going?”

Lin had leaned back slightly, gaze drifting somewhere past the room.

“…I think so,” she said.

Not hesitation. Just… decision. Since then, things hadn’t slowed.

Back in Thailand, Lin’s work at King Mongkut University had settled into something steady, but never static. What started as a teaching position had grown, gradually, into something wider—responsibility stretching not through ambition, but through consistency. She was still an assistant professor by title. But in practice, she had become something more central.

She led a small research group now, focused on adaptive aerospace systems, the kind that could respond to real-world unpredictability instead of ideal conditions. It wasn’t abstract work, not in the way academic research often drifted. Lin kept it grounded, anchored to application, systems that could fail safely, adjust in motion, hold under pressure.

Students stayed in her lab longer than they needed to. Not because she was easy. She wasn’t, but because she was clear. Because she didn’t let them hide behind theory without understanding what it meant when something actually had to work.

She supervised PhD candidates now. Advised projects beyond her own. Sat in meetings she used to avoid, speaking only when necessary, but always with precision when she did. Her reputation had grown quietly. Not fast. Not loudly. But enough that her name traveled without her needing to. The Harvard invitation was part of that.

Kath’s life had expanded in quieter, less predictable ways over the past eight years. ABYSS—the dive shop she opened in CentralWorld long before things in her life had fully settled—was still there, though it had grown far beyond a retail space now. Divers knew it. Marine researchers knew it. Rescue teams, instructors, underwater photographers, conservation volunteers.

Kath still taught beginner diving courses when she had time, still disappeared on field assignments without much warning, still came home smelling faintly of saltwater and engine oil after days away at sea. But somewhere along the way, her work had begun reaching beyond Thailand. She collaborated on marine conservation projects, consulted on underwater survey operations, and worked alongside engineering and scientific teams developing mapping and safety technology for unstable underwater terrain.

Years ago, during the Tham Luang cave rescue, when twelve boys from the Wild Boars football team and their assistant coach became trapped deep inside the flooded cave system for eighteen days, Kath had been part of the broader diving and logistical support effort that rotated through the operation, long exhausting days of coordination, equipment movement, underwater navigation support, and impossible uncertainty shared between Thai and international teams. She rarely talked about that period unless asked directly, but the experience changed the trajectory of her work afterward, pushing her further toward expedition and rescue-based diving rather than commercial instruction alone.

These days, one of her more consistent collaborations was with National Geographic Organization, not as a public-facing personality or staff journalist, but as a trusted field specialist brought into specific projects requiring technical diving expertise, underwater mapping, conservation technology testing, and difficult marine expeditions. Occasionally her name appeared in article credits or documentary acknowledgments tucked near the end, easy to miss unless someone was looking for it. Kath preferred it that way. She had never cared much about being visible. What mattered to her was the work itself—the ocean floor rendered into data points and maps, damaged reefs restored section by section, lost things found, fragile systems understood a little better than before.

*****

By the time the evening begins thinning into night, the convention has mostly emptied out.

The clusters of conversations grow smaller, quieter. People begin slipping into coats, exchanging final handshakes and promises to stay in touch that may or may not actually happen. Somewhere across the room, staff start clearing empty glasses from tables with practiced efficiency.

Kath watches Lin finish one last conversation near the doorway, polite but visibly tiring now in the way only Kath can really recognize. Not exhausted exactly, just socially spent, the careful energy of the past week finally catching up to her.

They had been in Cambridge for almost seven days.

Long enough for the cold to stop feeling sharp. Long enough for the streets around Harvard Square to become familiar beneath their feet again. Long enough for Lin to stop instinctively orienting herself like someone revisiting an old life and start moving through the city normally.

Their flight back to Thailand wasn’t until the day after tomorrow.

Tomorrow, for the first time all week, they had absolutely nothing scheduled. No panels. No dinners. No meetings squeezed awkwardly between sessions.

The thought settles warmly somewhere inside Kath as she watches Lin finally excuse herself from the conversation and make her way back toward her.

“You’re done?” Kath asks as Lin reaches her.

Lin exhales softly, adjusting the strap of her bag higher onto her shoulder. “I think so.”

Without even thinking about it, Kath reaches over and slips the bag gently from Lin’s shoulder onto her own instead. A habit carried quietly through years together.

Back in university, Kath used to do it constantly whenever Lin overloaded herself with books and papers without noticing. At first Lin always protested. Then eventually she stopped, simply allowing Kath to shoulder things for her in all the small unspoken ways that mattered.

And years later, after they found each other again, the habit somehow returned naturally too.

Laptop bags. Grocery bags. Conference folders after exhausting seminars. Kath always reached for the heavier things first. Lin always let her. Even now, after all these years, neither of them really thinks about it anymore. Lin glances at her briefly as Kath settles the strap more comfortably against her shoulder. Something soft flickers across her face immediately.

“You think so?” Kath continues casually.

Lin’s mouth curves faintly. “Someone might still find me.”

Kath immediately reaches for her hand. “Then we should leave before another professor adopts you into a panel discussion.”

Before Lin can properly respond, Kath gives her hand a playful tug toward the exit. Lin lets herself be pulled with a soft sound of surprise, nearly laughing as she stumbles half a step after her.

“Kath—”

“Hurry,” Kath says under her breath, mock-serious now as they weave through the remaining crowd. “We still have time to escape.”

“This is your escape plan?”

“Yes.”

“It’s not very sophisticated.”

Kath pushes open the heavy door with her free hand, cold night air rushing toward them instantly. “You married me anyway. Listen to your wife.”

That earns an actual laugh from Lin this time—quiet but unguarded, carried visibly in the small fog of breath that leaves her mouth as they step outside. The sound settles warmly somewhere beneath Kath’s ribs. It still does that. Even now.

The streets are colder now than they were earlier, the city quieter beneath the late hour. Cars pass occasionally, headlights streaking pale reflections across damp pavement, while somewhere farther down the block someone is playing music faintly enough that the melody barely survives the wind.

Kath slows a little then, no longer rushing. Their hotel is only a few streets away. Beside her, Lin finally settles fully into the rhythm of walking again, the lingering tension from the convention gradually leaving her frame with every step. After a moment, she shifts closer almost absentmindedly, slipping both hands around Kath’s left arm and holding it against her like she’s anchoring herself there. No audience now. No conversations waiting for her. No expectation sitting on her shoulders.

Tomorrow, they’ll wander. They’ll probably end up walking through Harvard Square again, maybe stop by the river if the weather holds. Lin mentioned wanting to revisit the small used bookstore they used to disappear into between classes years ago, and Kath wants to find things to bring home—something for their friends and family. Kath can already picture Lin pretending not to encourage that while absolutely encouraging it.

The trip itself had been Lin’s idea.

For nearly two days after the email arrived, Kath watched Lin carry the thought around restlessly without saying it. Which, for Lin, was unusually obvious.

She kept pacing slowly around the study room upstairs while pretending she wasn’t pacing. Standing near the bookshelf for no reason. Sitting down only to stand again a minute later. Opening her laptop and forgetting to actually work. At one point, Kath had looked up from the couch to find Lin halfway across the room staring thoughtfully at absolutely nothing.

“…You’re being weird,” Kath informed her.

Lin blinked once. “I’m not.”

“You’ve walked past me seven times.”

“I live here.”

Kath snorted softly. Lin tried to look dignified for approximately three more minutes before eventually drifting back toward the desk again, fingers tapping lightly against the edge like she was rehearsing something internally. Kath watched her for another moment. Then finally patted the empty space beside her on the couch.

“Come here.”

Lin hesitated. Which immediately made Kath suspicious.

“Oh,” Kath said slowly, already grinning now. “You want something.”

“No.”

“You do.”

Lin sighed quietly through her nose before finally sitting beside her. Not close at first. Then, after a few seconds, naturally leaning sideways until her shoulder settled against Kath’s. Kath looked unbearably pleased by this development. Lin stared ahead very seriously.

“…You could come with me,” she said at last, trying for casual and failing slightly.

Kath’s grin widened instantly. “To Cambridge?”

Lin nodded once. “It could be…” She paused briefly. “A trip together.”

Kath kept staring at her. Lin immediately became defensive.

“Not entirely vacation. I still have work.”

“Mhm.”

“But there are free days and times in the schedule.”

“Mhm.”

“And we haven’t been back there together in years.”

Kath finally broke. “A vacation?” A laugh escaped her before she leaned closer and asked teasingly, “Or you can’t go a week without seeing my pretty face?”

Lin immediately looked away. Which, honestly, answered the question. Kath’s grin widened. “I did not say that.”

“Or,” she continued mercilessly, “you can’t sleep without me next to you anymore?”

Lin looked horrified immediately, and made a soft, offended sound under her breath at that, ears already beginning to color slightly pink beneath the dim light. Kath laughed harder. A laugh escaped her before she leaned closer and asked teasingly.

“Do your PhD students know their professor is this clingy with her wife?”

Lin looked away in surrender while Kath continued laughing quietly against her shoulder. “…Are you done?” Lin muttered.

“Never.”

But a few seconds later, Kath kissed the side of her head gently anyway before answering properly.

“Of course I’ll come with you.”

Kath had laughed softly then, unable not to, the sound warm enough that Lin eventually glanced back at her with reluctant amusement. In the end, it took less than five minutes for Kath to agree to come.

Not because of Harvard. Not because of the trip. Just because the idea of spending a week alone with Lin in a city that once held so much history between them suddenly sounded… nice. Simple as that.

Even after all these years, even after marriage, after building a home together, and shared bills and sleepless nights and everything else life had layered between them, Lin could still become this strangely shy version of herself around Kath sometimes. Not often. But every single time, it still caught Kath off guard a little, and how she loved it deeply.

Because the woman who could stand in front of a packed lecture hall full of renowned professors and students without wavering was somehow still capable of becoming visibly embarrassed because her wife teased her for being clingy.

*****

The cold feels different the next day. Softer somehow beneath the pale winter sun, the light stretching silver across the surface of the Charles River as Kath and Lin walk slowly along the Esplanade. Around noon, the pathways are more alive than they were the night before—runners passing in steady rhythm, students sprawled on benches with coffee cups warming their hands, cyclists weaving carefully through scattered groups of tourists and locals enjoying the rare clear weather.

The river moves beside them in slow, dark ripples, reflecting fragments of sky between passing boats farther out near the center. Bare trees arch overhead, their branches skeletal against the bright afternoon light, while the Boston skyline rises quietly in the distance beyond the water.

Kath breathes in the cold air and tilts her face slightly toward the sun.

Beside her, Lin has both arms looped comfortably around Kath’s left arm, holding close as they walk. Her scarf is pulled higher today, nearly brushing the bottom of her glasses whenever the wind shifts.

For a while, they simply walk. No rush. No destination that matters very much. A paper shopping bag swings lightly from Kath’s free hand, already half-filled with things they absolutely did not need, but things their friends and family back home would almost certainly love anyway. Maple candies for Uncle Jai because Lin insisted he would pretend not to like them before finishing the entire box himself. Tiny Harvard hoodies for Anil and Pilantita’s twins. Matching bandanas for their dogs at home after Kath claimed they were “starting to lose their sense of style.”

And then there had been the plush sea turtle. Kath had picked it up absentmindedly from a shelf near the register earlier that morning, squeezing it once before turning toward Lin with a grin.

“You think she’ll like this?”

Lin had glanced at it briefly, immediately recognizing the tone in Kath’s voice—the one that already meant the purchase was inevitable.

“Kath,” she said, trying for disapproval and failing almost instantly. “She already has too many stuffed animals.”

Kath looked unconvinced. “That sounds fake.”

“It’s not fake.”

“You’re saying that while looking at it.”

“I am not.”

“You are literally smiling.”

Lin had lasted exactly twelve seconds before walking over to help choose between the smaller turtle and the larger one. They left the store with the larger one.

Kath glances sideways at her now, watching the sunlight catch briefly against the lenses of her glasses. Then, lightly, “Do you remember?”

Lin hums softly. “What?”

Kath nudges her gently with her shoulder. “When you asked me to be your girlfriend here.”

Lin lets out a quiet chuckle immediately, already knowing exactly which memory she means. The corner of Lin’s mouth lifts. “Yeah. I remember.”

Kath watches the laugh leave her softly this time, carried into the cold afternoon air. Back then, this place had felt impossibly big to Kath. The river, the city, the future stretching ahead of them—it had all seemed like something belonging to other people. And then there was Lin.

Nervous in a way she tried very hard to hide. Kath snorts softly at the memory. Lin glances up. “What?”

“I was just thinking,” Kath says, amusement already threading through her voice, “Anil must’ve had a lot of thoughts about you at the time.”

Lin groans immediately under her breath, laughing despite herself. “Oh god.”

Kath grins wider. “You were our senior. You were helping me study.”

“And?”

“And then suddenly you asked me to be your girlfriend.”

Lin drops her forehead briefly against Kath’s shoulder in defeat. “When you say it like that, it sounds terrible.”

“It was suspicious.”

Lin lifts her head with an offended look. “Kath.”

Kath breaks into laughter then, warm and easy enough that Lin starts laughing too despite herself.

“I’m serious,” Kath says. “At first,  Anil really didn’t trust you.”

“That’s fair,” Lin admits immediately.

“She thought you were trying to take advantage of your junior.”

Lin makes a strangled sound. “Please stop talking.”

Kath laughs harder at that. The sound mingles with the distant noise of the river and passing footsteps around them, familiar enough now that people barely glance their way. Beside her, Lin shakes her head helplessly, smiling into the sunlight. “I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you.”

“I know.”

“I was just—” Lin cuts herself off with another soft laugh. “Honestly, I don’t even know what I was doing.”

Kath turns slightly toward her, listening. Lin’s hold around her arm loosens just enough for her fingers to slip down and lace briefly through Kath’s hand instead before holding on again.

“It was so sudden,” Lin admits after a moment, voice quieter now beneath the humor. “Even for me.”

The river glints beside them.

“I think…” Lin exhales softly. “I genuinely believed there was no way someone like you would ever like me back.”

Kath’s expression shifts faintly at that. Lin keeps her gaze ahead as she speaks, sunlight reflecting softly across her glasses.

“And strangely,” she continues, “that made me brave.”

Kath says nothing.

“I thought the answer would probably be no anyway.” One shoulder lifts slightly beneath her coat. “So it felt like maybe I should just say it once. Get it out of my chest no matter what happened after.”

A small laugh escapes her then, softer this time.

“I didn’t even plan it properly.”

“No,” Kath says immediately, smiling as she looks at her. “You absolutely didn’t. You just panicked and said it anyway before you could overthink yourself out of it.”

Lin nudges her lightly for that. Kath’s fingers curl briefly around Lin’s hand where it rests against her arm. The wind moves gently off the river again, cool but bearable beneath the pale afternoon sunlight. After a moment, Lin glances sideways at her.

“And I’m glad I did,” she murmurs softly, warmth threading quietly beneath the words.

Something in Kath’s expression softens immediately. Their steps slow without either of them meaning to, until eventually they stop altogether near the railing overlooking the river. Around them, the world continues moving, distant conversations, footsteps passing behind them, the soft hum of the city carried faintly through the cold air. But for a moment, Kath only looks at Lin. Really looks at her.

Her glasses catching winter light. The familiar scarf tucked high beneath her chin. The small lines at the corners of her eyes that only appeared when she smiled now. Older. They were both older now.

Life had touched them in visible ways over the years—through grief, distance, long nights, responsibility, joy, survival. Time no longer sat lightly on either of them the way it once had back in university. And yet somehow, none of it made Kath love her less. If anything, the years only made her look at Lin with even more tenderness than before.

Because after everything that happened between them. The silence, the separation, the years spent orbiting each other from afar before finally finding their way back again, Lin was still the only person Kath’s eyes searched for first in every room.

Eight years since they’ve been together again and somehow Kath still occasionally found herself caught off guard by how much she loved this woman. Before she can think too much about it, Kath leans in gently and kisses her. Soft. Unhurried.

Lin makes the faintest surprised sound against her lips before immediately melting into it anyway, one hand instinctively tightening around Kath’s sleeve. When they finally pull apart, Lin is smiling already.

Small. Fond. A little shy in the way she somehow still becomes around Kath even now. And God, Kath thinks helplessly, there it is again.

Lin shifts slightly beneath the weight of Kath’s gaze, already beginning to look suspicious. “What?”

“Nothing.” Kath huffs the smallest laugh through her nose. Then, quietly, like it’s the simplest thing in the world, “I love you.”

Lin stills. The softness that crosses her face afterward is almost impossible for Kath to describe, something gentle and unguarded that still appears most clearly when they’re alone like this.

“I love you too,” Lin says, voice quieter now.

Kath smiles. Then, before Lin can get embarrassed by the sincerity for too long, Kath reaches down and takes her hand fully into hers. Their fingers lace together easily, practiced from years of doing this. She tugs Lin a little closer before slipping both their joined hands into the pocket of her coat, trapping the warmth there between them.

For a while, neither of them says anything.

The Charles River moves quietly beside them. Students pass by laughing somewhere farther down the path. The city continues breathing around them, large and indifferent in the way cities always are.

Maybe because being loved by someone like this made the world feel less lonely somehow. There were billions of people living entire lives beside one another every day. So many moments passing quietly, unnoticed once they were gone.

But with Lin, Kath never really feared becoming small and invisible like that. Because loving her had always felt like a quiet promise that someone would stay to see it all. Not just the big moments worth celebrating. But the ordinary ones too.

The tired days. The grief. The small joys. The silly conversations before bed. The habits they carried for years without thinking. The versions of themselves that changed slowly over time.

Kath would notice them in Lin. Lin would notice them in Kath.

And maybe that was still the most beautiful thing about what they had after all these years. Not only that they loved each other, but that they continued holding each other’s lives so gently in their hands through every season they survived together.

Lin leans closer unconsciously beside her then, shoulder fitting against Kath’s again beneath the winter sunlight. And Kath thinks, with sudden overwhelming certainty, that there is something sacred about being known this completely by another person and still being loved anyway.

“Come on,” Kath says lightly.

Lin tilts her head. “Where are we going?”

“You wanted to visit that bookstore again.”

A small spark of recognition flickers immediately across Lin’s face.

“And the café,” Kath continues. “The one where you used to pretend to study while actually staring at me.”

Lin makes an offended sound almost instantly. “That is not true.”

Kath starts walking again, grin already returning. “Mm. Sure.”

Lin laughs softly, squeezing her hand inside the pocket before pulling her gently forward along the riverside path.

*****

The bookstore is warmer than outside, the air carrying that familiar mixture of old paper, coffee from the small café tucked near the back corner, and the faint scent of wood that seemed to cling permanently to places like this.

The bell above the door had chimed softly when they entered nearly twenty minutes ago, and since then neither of them had been in any hurry to leave.

Sunlight spilled through the tall front windows in pale afternoon strips, catching dust motes lazily drifting between crowded shelves. The place looked almost exactly the same as it used to—narrow aisles, uneven stacks of books balanced on tables that probably violated several safety concerns, handwritten recommendation cards tucked between displays in messy ink. Only quieter now. Or maybe they were quieter.

Lin stands a few feet ahead of Kath in one of the aisles near the nonfiction section, glasses slipping slightly lower on her nose as she scans the spines with practiced focus. She already has two books tucked against her chest despite insisting earlier she was “just looking.”

Kath trails behind her slowly, hands in her coat pockets, watching with quiet amusement. Lin has always looked strangely at home in bookstores. Like she belongs among carefully organized thoughts and annotated pages and things people spend years trying to understand.

Eventually Lin pulls another book halfway from a shelf, flips through several pages, then pauses thoughtfully.

Kath tilts her head. “That makes three.”

Lin doesn’t even look back. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“You’re holding it like you already love it.”

“I’m considering it.”

Kath hums skeptically. Lin finally glances over her shoulder then, already catching the teasing in Kath’s expression before it fully forms.

“What?”

“You said we were traveling light.”

“We are traveling light.”

Kath looks pointedly at the growing stack in her arms. Lin narrows her eyes slightly behind her glasses. Lin opens her mouth to respond—

“Lin?”

The voice comes from nearby, warm with surprise. Both of them turn. An older woman stands near the end of the aisle, silver hair neatly pinned back beneath a dark wool coat, a few books balanced in her own arms. Her expression brightens almost immediately with recognition.

“Professor Prescott,” Lin says, visibly startled.

The professor smiles fully then. “I thought that was you.”

Lin steps forward first, polite instinct settling naturally into place despite the obvious affection in her voice. “It’s good to see you again.” Lin leans in and hugs her gently. Professor Prescott laughs softly in surprise before returning it warmly.

“And you.” Professor Prescott looks at her properly for another second before giving a small shake of her head, amused. “It’s been a while since we last met in Bangkok.”

Lin lets out a soft laugh at that. “Eight years, I think?”

“Closer to nine,” Professor Prescott corrects gently.

“Mhm,” Professor Prescott hums knowingly before her gaze shifts toward Kath again, warm and curious. “And this must be…”

Lin’s expression changes instantly. Not dramatically. Just softer. Brighter around the edges somehow. She steps slightly closer toward Kath without seeming to realize she’s doing it.

“Professor, this is Kath,” she says, and there’s unmistakable pride tucked quietly into her voice now. “My wife.”

Kath watches Professor Prescott’s face warm immediately at that.

“Oh, how lovely.”

“And,” Lin continues before Kath can say anything, “she’s also a Harvard alumni. A few years under me.”

Professor Prescott’s eyebrows lift with pleasant surprise. “Really?”

Kath nods once and grinning. “Yes. Younger than her.”

“Well,” the professor says, looking between them now with visible fondness, “that explains quite a lot.”

Lin glances sideways at Kath briefly then, the corner of her mouth lifting just slightly, and Kath catches it immediately—that small, unmistakable look Lin still gets sometimes when introducing her. Like she still isn’t entirely over the fact that Kath is hers. Even now. Especially now.

“It’s good to see both of you here,” Professor Prescott says sincerely. “Truly.”

Then her attention returns to Lin again. “I attended your keynote, by the way. Actually, several of your sessions.”

Lin blinks once behind her glasses. “You did?”

“For the last five days,” the professor confirms lightly. “Well—as much as retirement allows me to attend things without pretending I’m still busy.”

Kath watches the immediate embarrassment flicker across Lin’s face almost on instinct. It’s subtle—just the faint shift in posture, the tiny glance away, the way she adjusts her grip on the books unnecessarily.

“Oh,” Lin says quietly. “I didn’t know.”

Professor Prescott smiles at that reaction like she expected nothing else.

“You were excellent.”

Lin lets out the smallest awkward laugh beneath her breath. “Professor—”

“No, I mean it.” Her voice gentles. Kath watches Lin visibly attempt to process the praise without combusting from discomfort. It’s honestly a little endearing.

“You always had the technical ability,” Professor Prescott continues. “But now there’s… confidence in your thinking. Patience too.”

Lin glances down briefly, almost shy beneath the weight of it.

“Thank you,” she says after a moment, voice quieter now. “That means a lot coming from you.”

And Kath knows it does. Because this isn’t just anyone. This is one of the professors who existed during a version of Lin’s life where everything still felt uncertain and painfully unfinished. Professor Prescott studies her for another second before smiling again, softer this time.

“I’ve been bragging to half the symposium that you were once my student, by the way.”

Lin immediately groans under her breath. “Professor…”

Kath laughs softly beside her.

“It’s true,” Professor Prescott says, entirely unapologetic now. “I heard someone discussing your seminar after the adaptive systems panel yesterday and I told them, very proudly, that I taught you during your second year.”

“You make it sound like I was impressive back then.”

Professor Prescott gives her a look.

“You were exhausting,” she says fondly. “But brilliant.”

Kath outright laughs at that. Lin closes her eyes briefly in defeat.

“I see nothing has changed,” Kath remarks.

Professor Prescott points lightly toward her without missing a beat. “Exactly.”

They stay talking for a little while longer after that. Nothing particularly important. Just the kind of conversation that comes easily when enough years have passed for people to stop measuring themselves against the past.

Professor Prescott asks about Thailand, about King Mongkut, about whether Lin still overworks herself before deadlines. Kath answers some of the questions for her purely to annoy her, which earns several deeply unimpressed looks from Lin and absolutely no sympathy from the professor.

At some point, the three of them drift slowly toward the front of the bookstore together, conversation thinning naturally as afternoon light continues spilling through the windows.

“We’re heading back to Bangkok tomorrow,” Lin mentions eventually as they pause near the entrance.

“So soon?” Professor Prescott asks.

Lin nods once. “Our flight’s in the evening.”

“Well.” The professor exhales softly through a smile. “I’m very glad I ran into you before that.”

There’s a small pause afterward, not awkward, just full. Then Professor Prescott reaches forward first and pulls Lin gently into a hug. Kath watches the way Lin’s expression softens immediately against the older woman’s shoulder, something quiet and deeply familiar moving through it. When they pull apart, Professor Prescott keeps one hand briefly against Lin’s arm.

“I mean this sincerely,” she says softly. “I’m very happy to see you happy.”

The words land differently than the praise earlier. Deeper. Lin stills slightly. Professor Prescott’s gaze gentles further as she continues, “You look like you’re doing well now. Truly well.”

For a brief moment, Lin doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, her eyes shift instinctively toward Kath beside her. And just like that, something in her entire face changes. Softens. Settles. The smile that appears afterward is small, but real enough that Kath feels it somewhere beneath her ribs.

“I am,” Lin says quietly.

Kath feels Professor Prescott glance briefly between them after that, understanding flickering warmly across her expression before she steps back again.

“Well,” she says lightly, clearing some of the emotion from the moment with practiced grace, “that’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

She hugs Kath next, warm and brief.

“It was lovely seeing you, Kath,” the professor tells her sincerely.

“You too, Professor,” Kath replies.

Then finally, after promises to stay in touch that all of them genuinely seem to mean, they step back toward the bookstore door together. Professor Prescott lifts a hand in farewell before disappearing slowly back between the shelves. For a moment, neither Kath nor Lin moves.

The bookstore hums quietly around them—pages turning somewhere nearby, distant conversation from the café, soft jazz drifting faintly through overhead speakers. Then Kath glances sideways. Lin is still looking toward the aisle where Professor Prescott disappeared, thoughtful behind her glasses.

“What?” Kath asks softly.

Lin blinks once, then exhales the faintest laugh through her nose before finally looking at her.

“Nothing,” she says.

Kath raises an eyebrow immediately. Lin smiles a little wider this time.

“Just…” Her fingers shift lightly against the books in her arms. “I think younger me would be very confused by all of this.”

Kath’s expression gentles almost instantly.

“All of what?”

Lin looks at her for another second.

Then, quietly, “Being here with you like this.”

The sunlight catches faintly against her glasses again as she says it. And Kath, suddenly overwhelmed by a rush of affection she no longer bothers hiding, reaches over and nudges her shoulder lightly.

“Well,” she murmurs, smiling, “good thing she was brave that one time.”

*****

The next day unfolds slowly, and by the time they check out of the hotel, the sky above Cambridge is pale and overcast, the kind of winter morning that feels suspended between snow and sunlight without fully becoming either. Their suitcases roll quietly across the hotel lobby floor while Lin double-checks their passports for the third time despite Kath repeatedly informing her that losing them in the last five minutes would actually be impressive. Lin ignores her completely. They leave Cambridge sometime before noon.

The drive toward the airport passes in stretches of comfortable silence broken occasionally by small observations. Kath pointing out a café they never managed to try, Lin quietly reminding herself to email someone once they land, both of them already slipping mentally toward home without realizing it.

By now, the trip feels finished. Not in a bad way. Just complete.

At the airport, things become noisier again, rolling luggage, overlapping announcements, long lines moving in uneven bursts beneath bright terminal lights. Kath handles most of the bags while Lin manages documents and boarding passes with the focused seriousness of someone who treats airport navigation like a military operation.

“You know,” Kath remarks at one point as they move toward their gate, “normal people don’t look this stressed at check-in.”

Lin adjusts her glasses with a deeply unimpressed expression. “Normal people miss flights.”

Kath grins. “We’re three hours early.”

Eventually, after security and coffee and another unnecessary debate about whether they bought too many gifts, they settle into the waiting area near their gate.

Lin sits beside Kath with one leg folded slightly beneath her, phone balanced loosely in her hand while Kath leans back in her chair, stretching tiredly after a week of walking more than either of them usually admits to.

A moment later, Lin’s phone begins vibrating. Kath glances over lazily.

Anil.

Lin answers almost immediately. The screen fills with Anil’s face before the connection fully stabilizes, bright and animated as always.

“There you are,” Anil says dramatically. “I’ve been waiting.”

Behind her, the faint noise of home drifts through the speaker—voices somewhere in the background, movement, what sounds suspiciously like one of the kids yelling about something. It hits Kath unexpectedly then, that sudden familiar ache of wanting to be home already. Lin’s expression softens too.

“We’re at the airport,” she says.

“I know,” Anil replies. “Which means tomorrow I get to pick you up.”

Kath immediately shakes her head. “You don’t have to do that. We can grab a taxi.”

“Yes, but I want to.”

“You have children,” Kath points out. “Stay home.”

Anil gasps softly like she’s been personally wounded. “First of all, rude.”

Kath smiles despite herself.

“And second,” Anil continues, lowering her voice slightly with theatrical seriousness, “she also wants to come.”

Kath’s eyebrows lift faintly. From beside her, Lin already looks like she knows exactly where this is going. Anil sighs dramatically. “And it’s not like I can say no once she starts staring at me with those teary puppy eyes.”

Somewhere offscreen, a small voice protests loudly enough that none of the words are understandable, only the outrage. Anil immediately points the phone vaguely toward the sound.

“See? This is what I deal with.”

Kath laughs under her breath. Lin’s smile grows softer, quieter.

“We’ll be fine, really,” she says.

“I know,” Anil replies easily. “But we’re still coming.”

There’s no arguing with that tone. Not seriously. Kath exchanges a brief look with Lin before finally giving in with a sigh meant mostly for performance. “Fine.”

Anil beams victoriously. “Excellent. I already told my kids that their aunties bringing gifts anyway.”

“We never said that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Kath groans softly while Lin laughs beside her, the sound warm enough that several people nearby glance over briefly before looking away again. And suddenly, sitting there in the middle of a crowded airport thousands of miles from Thailand, home doesn’t feel far anymore.

Their flight leaves late Sunday night.

By the time boarding begins, the airport windows have turned completely black, reflecting more of the terminal lights than the outside world beyond them. The exhaustion of the past week settles more heavily now beneath their movements, not unpleasant, just cumulative.

The kind that comes after something meaningful ends.

Kath carries their carry-on bags onto the plane while Lin keeps count of passports, chargers, and the increasingly questionable amount of gifts stuffed into their luggage.

“You bought too much,” Lin murmurs as they settle into their seats.

Kath looks entirely unrepentant. “Incorrect. WE bought exactly enough.”

Lin glances at the paper bag currently threatening to burst with snacks and souvenirs they bought at the last minute at the airport.

“Mm.”

The flight home is long.

Long enough for movies to blur together, for cabin lights to dim and brighten twice over, for sleep to come in fragments instead of full rest. Somewhere between layovers and crossing time zones, the world outside the windows disappears entirely into darkness and cloud.

Kath spends most of the first stretch half-awake beside Lin, one leg tucked beneath her seat while the quiet hum of the plane settles around them. At some point after dinner service, Lin pulls out her phone again, scrolling through the photos they took during the trip.

Most of them are terrible.

Kath insists this is because Lin has no artistic vision. Lin insists Kath moves too much. Neither argument goes anywhere.  The conversation fades for a while after that. The cabin dims further. Somewhere nearby, someone snores faintly beneath the steady drone of the engines. Lin removes her glasses and rubs tiredly at one eye before settling deeper into her seat.

Kath watches her for a moment. Even exhausted, Lin somehow still carries herself carefully, like tiredness is something she negotiates with instead of fully surrendering to. After a while, Kath asks quietly, “When are you going back to work?”

Lin glances toward her again. “Probably Thursday.”

“Mm?”

“I already have a few PhD students asking for consultations.” There’s faint resignation in her voice now. “And I need to review two draft proposals before next week.”

Kath hums thoughtfully.

Lin studies her for a second. “Why?”

Kath smiles a little without answering immediately. Then she shifts closer, resting her head gently against Lin’s shoulder beneath the dim cabin light.

“Nothing much,” she murmurs.

Lin waits.

Kath’s voice softens slightly. “I just want us to have dinner together.”

“With who?”

“Everyone.”

Lin’s expression gentles almost immediately. Kath continues quietly, eyes half-closed now against her shoulder. “My mom and Uncle Somchai too. And Anil and her family too.”

A small pause. “Maybe Fay if she’s free.”

The mention of them pulls another quiet warmth into the conversation almost immediately. Kath’s mother had married Uncle Somchai a little over a year after everything settled between Kath and Lin properly. The wedding itself had been small, uncomplicated, held quietly among family and close friends in the kind of atmosphere that felt more peaceful than ceremonial.

Fay, meanwhile, was no longer the awkward younger cousin trailing after Kath during holidays. Somehow, without Kath fully realizing when it happened, she had graduated already and moved to Bangkok for work last year. They didn’t see her as often as before, but Fay still dropped by often enough to steal food from her kitchen and complain dramatically about office life while pretending adulthood wasn’t terrifying her a little.

Lin smiles softly at the thought. “Fay would definitely come if there’s free food.”

Kath lets out a quiet laugh. “True.”

“And Pa will pretend he doesn’t want people crowding the house,” Lin adds.

“He’ll complain the entire time.”

“While grilling extra food for everyone anyway.”

Kath grins against her shoulder. “Exactly.”

Lin lets out a soft hum of understanding.

“We could do barbecue in the yard or something,” Kath says. “Just… spend time together.”

The idea settles warmly between them. It has been a while. Life has become busy in the way adulthood often quietly becomes—work schedules, family, responsibilities, trips, deadlines, people promising to meet soon and meaning it every time before another month slips past.

Kath lifts one shoulder slightly. “Feels like we haven’t all been in the same place together properly for a long time.”

Lin turns her head just enough that it rests lightly against Kath’s hair for a moment. “I think that’s a good idea,” she says softly.

And Kath can hear it immediately, that gentle willingness in her voice, the absence of hesitation. Lin wants it too. Kath smiles faintly against her shoulder after that, satisfied enough to let the conversation drift into silence again. Hours pass slowly afterward.

The flight stretches endlessly across oceans and time zones, broken only by meal trays, half-sleep, and the occasional quiet conversation between them when neither can rest properly. Somewhere during the final leg of the trip, dawn begins appearing outside the windows again in pale layers of gold and blue.

Bangkok greets them with heat.

Even before the plane fully lands, the difference feels immediate, the air heavier, softer somehow, sunlight pouring bright across the runway beyond the windows. After a week of winter cold, the warmth settles against Kath’s skin almost shockingly familiar. Home.

By the time they finally move through immigration and baggage claim, both of them are visibly exhausted. Lin’s hair has begun escaping properly from its tie, her glasses slightly crooked from sleeping badly against the window for several hours. Kath looks barely more rested herself, carrying too many bags while trying unsuccessfully to suppress yawns.

The automatic doors slide open slowly in front of them, and the familiar humidity of Bangkok wraps around them almost instantly.

After the dry winter cold of Cambridge, the air feels dense and alive again—warm pavement, distant rain somewhere in the city, the overlapping noise of conversations and traffic bleeding in faintly from outside the terminal.

Kath adjusts the strap of her bag higher onto her shoulder while Lin pushes one of the luggage carts beside her, both of them still visibly tired from the long flight.

Around them, the arrival hall moves in constant motion—families reuniting, drivers holding signs, children weaving recklessly between exhausted travelers. The noise rises and falls in waves beneath the bright airport lights. Kath scans the crowd absently at first. Then pauses.

“There,” she says quietly.

Lin looks up immediately. Two familiar figures stand near the railing several meters away. Anil is the easier one to spot first, waving one arm high above the crowd the moment she notices them, her expression bright even from a distance. Beside her, a small figure suddenly starts jumping excitedly in place. Kath barely has time to smile before the little girl breaks away completely.

“Hey—!” Anil calls after her, laughing helplessly. “Slow down!”

The child ignores her entirely. She darts through the crowd with alarming confidence for someone her size, tiny sneakers slapping quickly against the airport floor as she races toward them at full speed.

Lin immediately laughs under her breath beside Kath. “Oh no.”

And then—Impact. The little girl crashes directly into Kath’s legs hard enough that Kath instinctively stumbles half a step just to catch her properly.

“Mommy!” the girl practically screams, arms wrapping tightly around Kath’s waist. “Mama! You’re home, you’re home!”

Kath breaks instantly. The exhaustion, the jet lag, the long hours of travel—all of it disappears beneath the force of that small body clinging to her.

“Oh,” Kath breathes, already laughing softly as she drops one bag and crouches down enough to gather the little girl fully into her arms. “Hey, baby.”

The child immediately climbs onto her like she hasn’t seen her in years instead of a week, wrapping herself around Kath’s neck with complete determination.

“You took so long,” she accuses dramatically, voice muffled against Kath’s shoulder.

Kath presses a kiss against her hair automatically. “It was one week.”

“That’s long.”

Lin crouches beside them then, smiling in that soft, helpless way she only really does around her.

“And what about me?” Lin asks lightly. “You forgot Mama already?”

The little girl gasps softly like the accusation itself is outrageous before immediately throwing one arm toward Lin too. “Mama!”

Their daughter, Prim—four years old, perpetually expressive, and carrying an alarming amount of both Kath’s stubbornness and Lin’s emotional sensitivity in one very small body, leans dangerously far out of Kath’s arms just to reach her properly.

Lin laughs quietly as she leans closer, accepting the messy half-hug without complaint while Prim nearly traps both of them together at once. Behind them, Anil finally reaches the group, slightly out of breath and entirely unsurprised by the chaos she arrives to find.

“I told her to wait,” she says, though she’s clearly not serious about it.

“No you didn’t,” Kath replies immediately.

Anil grins. “Okay, I didn’t try very hard.”

The little girl, still firmly attached to Kath, pulls back just enough to look between both her parents carefully now, eyes already narrowing with suspicion. “Did you bring presents?”

Kath bursts into laughter immediately. Lin closes her eyes briefly in defeat. “You sound exactly like your aunt.”

“Excuse you,” Anil says with great offense. “I ask with dignity.”

The little girl ignores her completely, still clinging stubbornly to Kath while trying to peek toward the luggage like she might somehow spot the gifts immediately.

Kath adjusts her slightly higher on her hip before finally asking, “So?”

The child blinks. “So what?”

Kath narrows her eyes playfully. “Were you a good girl while we were gone?”

Instant silence. Lin immediately looks away, already losing the battle against laughter. Anil outright snorts. The little girl, meanwhile, suddenly becomes deeply interested in the strap of Kath’s bag.

Kath gasps softly. “Oh no.”

“I was good,” the child says quickly.

“Mhm.”

“I was.”

Kath looks toward Anil. “Did she?”

Anil presses her lips together very seriously, pretending to consider it. “Well…”

The little girl whips around immediately. “Auntie!”

“What?” Anil replies innocently. “I’m thinking.”

Kath is already grinning now. Lin reaches over absently to smooth down the child’s messy hair where it’s sticking up from all the running around. “That bad?”

“No,” Anil says, laughing softly. “Actually, she was mostly good.”

“Mostly?” Kath repeats.

The little girl groans dramatically and drops her forehead onto Kath’s shoulder in betrayal.

“There was just one incident involving chocolate milk,” Anil continues.

“It fell by itself,” Prim mutters immediately into Kath’s shirt.

At first, Kath and Lin had considered several options for Prim while they were away. Bringing her with them to the US had been one possibility, especially since the trip would last a little over a week. The other option was asking Kath’s mother to take care of her.

Leaving Prim with her grandpa alone, however, was never really realistic.

Not because he wouldn’t want to. Mostly because the man still insisted on working at the restaurant nearly every day despite repeated arguments from everyone around him. Between the noodle shop, the household, and two increasingly spoiled dogs already demanding his attention at home, adding an energetic four-year-old into the schedule would have probably collapsed the entire system within forty-eight hours.

Kath had pointed this out immediately. Uncle Jai, naturally, claimed he could handle it. Lin had quietly reminded him about the time he accidentally fed one of the dogs breakfast twice because he forgot he already did it. Which ended that discussion fairly quickly.

So the plan narrowed down to either bringing Prim along or asking Kath’s mother—Prim’s grandma—to watch her while they were gone. Neither option lasted very long.

Because the final decision happened during dinner one evening at Anil and Pilantita’s house.

The house itself sat not far from the old Kasidit family estate, built on a quieter piece of land near the main property years ago after their wedding. Pilantita’s parents had gifted the land to them, and instead of commissioning someone else, they asked Anil to design the house herself. Which, unsurprisingly, she took extremely seriously.

The result was unmistakably theirs—warm modern architecture softened by open courtyards, oversized windows, books stacked in nearly every room, and enough lived-in warmth that guests inevitably ended up staying longer than intended.

Then Jim and Nat arrived. Twins.

A boy and a girl with entirely too much energy and an alarming ability to work together whenever trouble was involved. They were also the first grandchildren in the Kasidit family, which meant the entire household collectively lost all remaining sense of restraint the moment they were born.

Pilantita’s parents adored them beyond reason. Staff members around the estate somehow memorized their snack preferences before they could properly speak. Kittisak, who spent most of his life carrying himself with composed older-brother dignity, became embarrassingly soft around them almost overnight.

Then, not long afterward, Phum was born. Kittisak and Anna’s son. Which somehow made the entire family structure even more complicated than before.

Anna—Kath’s stepsister after Kath’s mother married Uncle Somchai—was also Pilantita’s sister-in-law after marrying Kittisak, who was Pilantita’s older brother, which technically made Phum related to almost everyone in at least three different directions.

At one point, Kath genuinely tried explaining the full relationship web to one of her diving colleagues and ended up with a headache halfway through. Even now, whenever new people asked how everyone in the family connected to each other, Kath usually gave up around the fourth explanation and just said, “Honestly, we’re all related somehow. Don’t think too hard about it.”

Lin had laughed so hard the first time she said that she nearly dropped her tea. But despite the complicated branches of marriages and siblings and step-relations woven together over the years, the family itself somehow fit naturally. Messy. Loud. Deeply intertwined. And entirely impossible to separate anymore. And somehow, from the beginning, the twins and Phum became inseparable from Prim.

All children moved through life like a tiny unit of chaos all their own—sleepovers, shared cartoons, fights that lasted five minutes before dissolving into laughter again. Even though Prim was younger by a year, the twins treated her less like a younger child and more like someone permanently included in their orbit.

So when the topic of the Harvard trip came up over dinner that night, and Kath and Lin mentioned they still hadn’t decided what to do about childcare—Anil immediately looked up from her plate.

“Just let her stay with us.”

Kath blinked. “For a week? Here?”

Before Anil could answer, Jim and Nat overheard enough to realize what was happening. The reaction was immediate.

Both twins nearly launched themselves across the dining table in excitement, talking over each other so loudly that Pilantita had to physically intervene before someone knocked over a bowl of soup.

“Prim can sleep in our room!”

“We’ll share snacks!”

“We can watch movies!”

“We’ll take care of her!”

Pilantita closed her eyes briefly. “That sentence worries me deeply.”

Across from them, Prim sat quietly between Kath and Lin, blinking at the chaos unfolding around her like this sort of thing happened regularly.

Which, honestly, it did. At four years old, Prim already carried herself with an oddly calm kind of patience sometimes, watching first before reacting, quietly expressive instead of loud. While the twins practically argued over who got to sit beside her during movie nights, Prim simply looked between them with growing amusement, her small mouth slowly curling into a smile. Then eventually she started laughing too. Not loudly.

Just soft little giggles into her cup while Jim and Nat continued negotiating her future sleeping arrangements like diplomats handling an international crisis. Kath watched the entire thing with visible disbelief.

“Why are they acting like she’s moving countries?”

“Because she’s Prim,” Nat answered immediately, like that explained everything.

“It’s different,” Jim added seriously.

Kath looked toward Lin. “See? This is what I mean.”

Lin was already trying not to laugh. Anil sighed the sigh of someone already accepting defeat before the conversation properly started. Then she glanced toward Kath and Lin and admitted, with complete honesty, “Actually… I want Prim to stay over too.”

Kath raised an eyebrow immediately.

Anil pointed toward the twins with exhausted affection. “Those two are somehow calmer whenever Prim’s around.”

“That’s true,” Pilantita admitted without hesitation.

“They listen to her,” Anil continued. “Which is honestly offensive as their mother.”

Kath burst into laughter at that.

“And,” Anil added, leaning forward now with growing enthusiasm, “school’s almost over anyway. Three more days and they’ll be on holiday.”

“That’s true,” Pilantita murmured.

“I already have plans.”

The way Anil said it immediately made Kath suspicious.

“What plans?”

Instead of answering normally, Anil lowered her voice dramatically and leaned across the table toward Kath and Lin like she was revealing classified information.

“I’m thinking of turning part of the yard into a playground.”

Kath blinked once. Lin looked startled. Meanwhile, Anil already looked genuinely excited by her own idea.

“There’s enough space near the back garden,” she continued quickly. “And I saw this climbing structure online that—”

“Sweetheart,” Pilantita interrupted gently, visibly trying not to laugh.

“No, listen,” Anil insisted immediately. “We could add a small slide too. Maybe a swing set.”

Kath stared at her for a second before looking toward Pilantita. “She’s more excited than the children.”

“She’s been researching this for two weeks,” Pilantita admitted.

“I’m investing in their childhood enrichment,” Anil defended with dignity.

“You bookmarked playground flooring materials,” Pilantita replied.

Lin finally laughed properly at that. And beside her, Prim watched the entire conversation unfold with bright, fascinated eyes before quietly tugging at Lin’s sleeve.

Lin looked down immediately. “Hm?”

Prim leaned closer and whispered with complete seriousness, “I think Auntie Anil really wants the playground.”

Lin had to bite the inside of her cheek to stop herself from laughing again. Then, after the noise around the table settled slightly, she reached over and gently brushed Prim’s hair back from her forehead.

“What do you think baby?” Lin asked softly. “Do you want to stay here while Mama and Mommy go to America?”

Prim considered the question carefully. Not shy. Just thoughtful in that deeply familiar way that reminded Kath painfully of Lin sometimes. Then her eyes drifted toward the twins, who were both staring at her now with enough hope to emotionally manipulate grown adults. Prim giggled quietly.

“I want to stay,” she announced.

The twins erupted immediately.

Anil dropped her forehead dramatically against Pilantita’s shoulder. “That’s it. I live with three children now.”

“You were already one of them,” Pilantita said calmly.

Kath laughed so hard she nearly choked on her drink.

*****

And just like that, the decision was made. What followed afterward was, apparently, the best nine days of the children’s collective lives.

The twins treated the entire thing like a long-awaited festival. Phum got dropped off at the house so often by Anna and Kittisak that he practically started living there too. And Prim, despite usually being the calmer one among them, adapted frighteningly fast to a household where every suggestion immediately became a group activity.

Movie nights. Blanket forts. Too many snacks. At least three arguments about cartoons that dissolved into laughter before any adult could intervene. And, somehow, Anil actually went through with the playground.

By the third day, workers had already arrived to start assembling climbing frames and swings near the back garden while Anil supervised the entire process with the focus of someone overseeing a national construction project.

“You are worse than the children,” Pilantita had murmured at one point while watching her wife enthusiastically discuss slide safety.

“It’s educational,” Anil insisted.

“For who?”

“Me.”

The playground quickly became less about the twins and more about every child connected to the family collectively claiming it as shared territory. Jim and Nat treated it like their kingdom. Phum immediately became obsessed with the swings. Prim preferred the climbing structures, quietly determined in ways that reminded Kath painfully of Lin. And Anil, naturally, made it very clear that the playground belonged to everyone.

“No fighting,” she declared seriously on the first day.

The children nodded solemnly. Then fought over the slide twenty minutes later. Now, though, the party was over.

Kath and Lin were finally home from the States, standing in the middle of the airport while Prim remained securely attached to Kath’s arms, visibly torn between excitement and exhaustion.

Because even though she adored staying at Auntie Anil’s house—surrounded by cousins, friends, playgrounds, movie nights, and adults who spoiled her relentlessly—there was still a different kind of happiness settling into her now. Home happiness.

The kind tied to familiar beds, how her grandpa pretending not to spoil her while absolutely spoiling her, and two overexcited dogs who would almost certainly lose their minds the second she walked through the front door. Prim suddenly pulls back slightly from Kath’s shoulder.

“Can we go home now?” she asks with complete seriousness.

Kath laughs softly. “That excited to see Grandpa?”

“And the dogs,” Prim adds immediately.

Lin smiles beside them. “Not us?”

Prim looks at both her parents carefully. Then, very diplomatically, “All of you.”

Anil snorts. “Smart answer.”

And somehow, standing there beneath the bright airport lights with luggage everywhere and their daughter half-asleep in Kath’s arms, the exhaustion of the long trip finally begins dissolving into something softer.

*****

By the time they finally leave the airport, the Bangkok afternoon has already begun slipping slowly toward evening. Traffic crawls endlessly for part of the drive, headlights reflecting against rows of cars while Prim gradually falls asleep curled against Lin halfway home, one small hand still stubbornly holding onto the sleeve of her coat.

Anil drives. Mostly because she refuses to let either Kath or Lin touch a steering wheel after nearly a full day of travel.

“You both look dead,” she informs them kindly.

Kath, stretched tiredly in the backseat beside Prim’s car seat, barely opens one eye. “Love you too.”

Somewhere during the drive, Prim wakes up again long enough to mumble sleepily about the dogs before drifting back into silence. And when the car finally turns into the familiar street near home, Kath feels something inside her unclench almost immediately.

The house appears slowly beyond the gates—warm evening light glowing through the windows, familiar plants lining the walkway, the quiet shape of home settling around them before they even step inside.

Anil parks near the front and immediately exhales dramatically. “Survived.”

“Barely,” Kath mutters.

The moment they climb out of the car, the humid evening air wraps around them fully again. Prim is awake now, rubbing sleepily at one eye while Kath lifts her out carefully. Anil circles around the car too, stretching briefly before turning toward both of them. Then, without much warning, she pulls Kath into a quick hug first.

“Welcome home guys,” she says softly.

Kath smiles tiredly against her shoulder. “Thanks for taking care of our child.”

“She survived me heroically.”

“That’s debatable.”

Anil laughs and lets her go before hugging Lin next. Lin hugs back immediately, quieter but no less warm.

“Seriously,” Anil murmurs softly enough that only they really hear it, “I’m glad you’re back.”

Lin smiles gently. “Us too.”

Then Anil steps back and gestures toward the trunk. “I’ll bring Prim’s stuff over later tonight. There’s… a lot.”

Kath narrows her eyes immediately. “Why is there a lot?”

Anil avoids eye contact suspiciously. “No reason.”

“Anil.”

“She may have accumulated additional toys.”

“Additional—”

“And maybe some clothes.”

Pilantita’s influence, clearly. Kath groans softly while Lin laughs beside her. Eventually, after another round of goodbyes and several dramatic kisses demanded by Prim before Anil was finally allowed to leave, the car disappears slowly back down the street. And then—home.

Kath pushes open the front gate first. Instant chaos erupts. Barking explodes from somewhere inside the yard almost immediately, followed by the unmistakable sound of claws scrambling violently against tile.

“Oh no,” Lin says, already laughing.

A second later, Loki comes flying around the side of the house at full speed, barking like he’s personally offended they disappeared for nine days. Oliver is right behind him, somehow even louder.

“Mommy!” Prim squeals immediately.

The dogs lose their minds. Loki nearly crashes directly into Kath’s legs while Oliver jumps in frantic circles around Lin, barking so loudly that it echoes through the entire yard. Tails whip wildly through the air. Paws skid against the ground. Somewhere in the middle of the chaos, one of them knocks over a flower pot with a loud crash.

“AIYO!”

Uncle Jai’s voice follows instantly from somewhere deeper inside the house. “How many times do I have to tell you idiots—”

He appears from the back doorway still holding a kitchen towel, already mid-scolding before fully realizing what he’s looking at. Then he stops.

Kath grins immediately. “Hi, Pa. We’re home.”

The irritation disappears from his face almost at once.

“Well,” Uncle Jai mutters, though his expression has already softened completely. “Finally decided to come home.”

Loki barks again like he agrees. Oliver is now jumping against Lin’s legs so enthusiastically that she can barely stay upright while laughing. Meanwhile Prim wriggles out of Kath’s arms completely and immediately starts chasing both dogs around the yard instead, shrieking happily while they sprint around her in frantic circles.

“Careful!” Lin calls automatically.

Prim ignores her entirely. Kath watches the entire scene unfold—the dogs going wild, Prim laughing breathlessly while Uncle Jai pretends not to smile too much watching her, Lin crouching down to finally properly hug Oliver while Loki desperately demands equal attention—

And suddenly the house feels alive again in the most familiar way possible.

*****

The next two days pass slowly. Just the kind of ordinary domestic hours that somehow become the foundation of everything else. Jet lag lingers badly for Lin at first.

The first morning after they return, Kath wakes up alone sometime close to sunrise and finds Lin still deeply asleep beside her, one arm half-curled beneath the pillow, glasses abandoned carelessly on the nightstand from the night before.

Kath watches her for a moment. Then quietly gets out of bed without waking her. For the rest of the morning, she takes over almost everything automatically. Their daughter. The dogs. Breakfast.

The small household routines that had long ago stopped feeling divided into responsibilities and simply became the rhythm of their life together.

By the time Lin finally wakes close to ten, hair completely messy and still visibly exhausted, she walks downstairs to find Prim already building something incomprehensible out of cushions in the living room while Loki and Oliver repeatedly destroy parts of it on purpose. Kath is in the kitchen making coffee. Uncle Jai is pretending not to secretly feed pieces of grilled pork to the dogs beneath the table. And somehow, despite the chaos, the entire house feels calm. Lin stands there quietly for a second just taking it in.

The rest of the day unfolds without much structure. Kath keeps telling Lin to rest. Lin keeps attempting to help anyway. Kath keeps physically steering her back toward the couch every time she catches her trying to do work. At one point, Lin genuinely tries opening her laptop. Kath removes it from her hands without even looking up from where she’s helping Prim color at the table.

“You’re bullying an academic,” Lin informs her seriously.

“You’re still on vacation.”

“I’m home.”

“Exactly.”

That evening, after dinner and baths and several negotiations about bedtime that Prim ultimately loses, the entire household somehow ends up sitting together on the living room floor surrounded by half-open suitcases. The gifts finally come out properly. Merchandise. Snacks. Tiny souvenirs. Books. Sweatshirts. Far too many things they absolutely did not need. Prim immediately becomes obsessed with unpacking everything herself.

“That one’s for Jim,” Kath reminds gently as Prim nearly opens one of the gift bags. “And this one’s for Nat.”

Prim nods very seriously before immediately trying to claim the plush sea turtle anyway. Lin watches this unfold while leaning comfortably against the couch, still visibly sleepy beneath the warm yellow living room lights.

Nearby, Loki and Oliver are stretched dramatically across the floor like exhausted guardians overseeing the unpacking process. Until Prim suddenly gasps. “The bandanas!”

The dogs lift their heads immediately. Which is their first mistake. Within minutes, Prim is kneeling determinedly between them trying to tie matching Harvard bandanas around both their necks while the dogs tolerate the process with the long-suffering patience of creatures deeply accustomed to being emotionally manipulated by a four-year-old.

“Stay still,” Prim tells Loki very seriously. Loki sneezes directly in her face. Kath nearly falls over laughing.

Eventually both dogs end up proudly wearing matching crimson bandanas while Prim beams at them like she personally invented fashion. Meanwhile Kath tosses a small packet toward Uncle Jai.

“Careful with those.”

He catches it automatically and squints down at the label. “What’s this?”

“Maple candies.”

Uncle Jai immediately opens the bag. Kath points at him without hesitation. “No. First promise you won’t eat all of them in one sitting.”

“I’m not a child.”

Kath and Lin both stare at him silently. Uncle Jai looks offended. “That’s only one time.”

“You finished imported chocolate in two hours,” Kath reminds him.

“It was small.”

“It was a box.”

Lin is visibly trying not to laugh again from the couch. Eventually Uncle Jai waves them off dramatically while still holding the candies protectively anyway. “Fine. I’ll share.”

“No you won’t,” Kath says immediately.

“No I won’t,” he admits.

The evening stretches gently after that. Suitcases gradually empty.

Prim eventually falls halfway asleep against Lin’s lap while still holding one of the plush souvenirs. The dogs curl nearby beneath the coffee table. Outside, Bangkok traffic hums faintly somewhere beyond the walls of the house. And for a while, nobody rushes toward anything. Then, sometime during the quieter part of the evening, Kath glances toward Uncle Jai from where she’s sitting on the floor.

“Pa?”

“Hm?”

Kath hesitates just slightly. “Is it okay if I invite everyone over for dinner the day after tomorrow?”

Uncle Jai looks up immediately, visibly offended.

“Why are you asking me like you’re requesting government permission?”

Kath laughs softly. “I’m just being polite.”

“This house is basically yours already too,” he grumbles. “And inviting people for dinner is not some scandalous thing.”

Lin smiles faintly at that from the couch. Kath’s expression softens too. Uncle Jai shakes his head and mutters something under his breath about ridiculous children before reaching for another maple candy anyway.

*****

The day after tomorrow

“Where is my granddaughter?”

Kath’s mother’s voice carries across the yard immediately before she’s even fully inside. “Why is she not here hugging me yet?”

Kath straightens from where she’s arranging drinks on the outdoor table, looking deeply offended. “Wow.”

From somewhere inside the house, Prim’s laughter erupts instantly. A second later, tiny footsteps thunder across the floor.

“Grandma!”

Prim flies out through the doorway at dangerous speed before launching herself directly toward Kath’s mother, who catches her easily with the practiced reflexes of someone extremely used to this exact greeting.

“There she is,” her grandmother says warmly, already lifting Prim onto her hip like she belongs there permanently. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too!”

Kath places one hand dramatically against her chest. “Unbelievable.”

Her mother glances toward her briefly. “What?”

“You walked past your own daughter.”

“I already know where you are.”

Lin loses the fight against laughter immediately behind her. Kath points accusingly.

“See? Ever since Prim was born, I’ve been replaced.”

“That’s not true,” her mother replies calmly while adjusting Prim more comfortably against her hip. Kath raises an eyebrow hopefully. Then her mother kisses Prim’s cheek and continues walking. Kath stares after her in betrayal.

“See?” she says to Lin.

Lin is laughing too much now to properly defend anyone. A moment later Uncle Somchai enters through the gate behind them carrying several grocery bags while looking deeply resigned already.

“I told her to wait five minutes,” he says. “She wouldn’t.”

“Of course not,” Kath replies.

Prim is still wrapped around her grandmother happily while explaining something very serious about the dogs, the playground, and apparently how Oliver cheated during a game three days ago.

Kath watches the scene with exaggerated suffering. “She doesn’t even look at me anymore.”

At that, Prim finally turns dramatically from her grandmother’s shoulder and reaches one arm toward Kath.

“Mommy too.”

Kath immediately melts. “Okay, fine.”

Lin laughs softly beside her while Kath takes Prim back into her arms, though Prim still keeps one hand firmly attached to her grandmother’s sleeve like she refuses to choose between them. And just like that, the evening begins.

Not long after Kath’s mother and Uncle Somchai arrive, the sound of another car pulling up outside the gate draws everyone’s attention again.

And immediately—“They’re here!” Prim announces dramatically, already trying to wriggle down from Kath’s arms.

Kath barely manages to put her down before Prim sprints toward the entrance again with the dogs immediately racing after her. Chaos arrives all at once.

The gate slides open just as Jim and Nat burst out first from the backseat of the SUV like they’ve been physically restraining themselves the entire drive over.

“Prim!”

“Prim!”

The three children collide near the walkway in one giant blur of excitement while Loki immediately starts barking like this is the greatest event of his life. Behind them, Anil steps out of the driver’s seat looking deeply exhausted already.

“I told them to walk,” she says.

“They did not,” Pilantita replies calmly as she climbs out beside her.

Even after all these years, the sight of them together still carries that same strange balance Kath has always associated with them—Anil bright and expressive and constantly in motion beside Pilantita’s quieter steadiness. Then Anna appears from the other side of the car carrying a sleepy-looking Phum on her hip.

Phum notices the other children immediately and suddenly becomes very awake. “Prim!”

“Oh no,” Anna says under her breath as the little boy nearly launches himself out of her arms. Kath laughs and walks over to help before Phum accidentally throws himself face-first into the driveway.

“Where’s Kitt?” she asks while taking one of the bags from Anna.

Anna sighs dramatically. “Still stuck in a meeting.”

“Again?”

“He said he’ll come later if he survives.”

“That man works too much,” Anil mutters immediately while helping Pilantita unload containers of food from the car.

“She married an architect,” Pilantita says mildly.

“You married one too.”

“Yes, but mine complains more.”

Anil looks personally betrayed.

Nearby, the children are already running circles around the yard again while Prim proudly drags Jim and Nat toward the dogs to show them the matching bandanas for approximately the fifth time today. Phum follows behind them at full speed with absolutely no understanding of what’s happening but complete commitment anyway.

The house grows louder almost instantly. And then, about twenty minutes later, Fay arrives too.

Kath opens the gate to find her cousin standing there in office clothes, sunglasses pushed onto her head despite the sun already setting.

“You came fast,” Kath says suspiciously.

Fay walks past her immediately. “You said free food and drinks.”

“That’s fair.”

Fay points toward the yard where Uncle Jai is grilling meat already. “I could smell it from the street.”

“Dramatic.”

“Hungry.”

Kath snorts softly and lets her in.

By then the backyard is fully alive—children yelling near the swings, adults moving between the kitchen and the grill, music playing softly somewhere from inside the house while Loki and Oliver patrol the entire event like self-appointed security guards. Lin stands near the outdoor table talking quietly with Pilantita when the gate opens again.

She glances up automatically. Then immediately straightens.

“Oh.”

Kath notices the expression instantly.

“What?”

Lin suddenly looks suspiciously innocent. Before she can answer, another woman steps inside the gate carrying a bottle of wine and wearing the tired but composed expression of someone who clearly came directly from work.

Professor Nissara.

Older than Lin by nearly fifteen years, respected enough within the university that even senior faculty treated her carefully, and somehow one of the very few people capable of bullying Lin academically without consequences.

“Sorry I’m late,” Professor Nissara says warmly. “Traffic was terrible.”

Lin is already smiling. Kath slowly turns toward her wife.

“…Lin.”

Lin avoids eye contact immediately. “I may have forgotten to mention something.”

Kath narrows her eyes.

“You invited your professor?”

“She’s my colleague too now.”

“Mm.”

Professor Nissara looks between them and immediately starts laughing softly. “It was a last-minute invitation,” she explains kindly.

Kath points suspiciously between both of them. “You two are planning to talk about work, aren’t you?”

“No,” Lin says immediately.

Too immediately. Kath’s eyes narrow further.

“I swear,” Lin insists.

Professor Nissara, completely unhelpful, nods solemnly beside her. “She did not invite me here for work.”

Kath crosses her arms. “That sounded rehearsed.”

“It wasn’t,” both of them say at the exact same time.

Pilantita quietly turns away to hide her laughter. Even Anil looks entertained now. Then Professor Nissara adds, with complete sincerity, “Actually, Lin mentioned that her wife was making Tub Tim Krob tonight.”

Kath blinks. Professor Nissara places one hand lightly against her chest. “At that point, I knew I couldn’t afford not to come.”

Lin looks entirely unapologetic now. Kath tries very hard not to look pleased. Fails slightly.

Tub Tim Krob—crispy ruby water chestnuts coated in chewy tapioca starch, served in sweet chilled coconut milk with crushed ice—had somehow become Kath’s unofficial signature dessert over the years. Uncle Jai taught her years ago almost by accident, and eventually the dessert became one of those things family members specifically requested during gatherings.

Professor Nissara smiles then, clearly remembering something.

“To be fair,” she says to Anil and Pilantita who sit nearby, “the first time I tried it, Kath brought it directly to the university like a proud scientist presenting research findings.”

Kath immediately groans. “Professor.”

Anil bursts into laughter beside her. Because it was true.

A few years ago, Kath had spent nearly two weeks obsessively trying to perfect the dessert after one failed batch turned soggy. She became so determined about fixing the texture that Lin genuinely started hearing phrases like “structural integrity” and “starch absorption ratio” in conversations about coconut milk. And then one afternoon, after finally succeeding, Kath packed the dessert into chilled containers and drove straight to the university during Lin’s lunch break.

Lin had still been inside Professor Niissara’s office at the time discussing thesis proposals when Kath appeared at the doorway holding an insulated bag with the expression of someone moments away from announcing a scientific breakthrough.

“You have to try this right now,” Kath had declared before Lin could even speak.

Professor Niissara, who barely knew Kath properly back then, watched with visible fascination while Kath unpacked bowls of Tub Tim Krob directly onto a stack of aerospace journals.

“This batch is better,” Kath explained very seriously while handing them spoons. “The texture finally works.”

Lin remembered tasting it once and immediately blinking in surprise because— It really was better. Professor Niissara had apparently reached the same conclusion.

“I still remember her face waiting for feedback,” the professor says now, smiling warmly at the memory. “You looked more nervous than some PhD students defending dissertations.”

“I was not nervous,” Kath argues weakly.

Lin turns toward her immediately. “You watched our faces the entire time.”

“Because your reactions matter.”

Professor Niissara laughs softly. “Exactly. Research behavior.”

Kath points accusingly between both professors. “See? This is what happens when academics socialize together. Everything becomes peer review.”

“Your dessert passed,” Professor Niissara replies solemnly.

“With distinction,” Lin adds.

Kath tries not to smile again. Fails again.

And somewhere nearby, Prim loudly announces to the twins that her mommy makes the best dessert in the world, as if contributing expert testimony to the conversation.

*****

As the evening settles fully over the house, the gathering slowly spreads across the yard in the messy, unstructured way family dinners always seem to become.

No seating plan. No proper arrangement. Just folding tables pulled together beneath the warm outdoor lights, mismatched chairs scattered wherever people happened to sit, children constantly moving between adults like small hurricanes while plates and drinks changed hands every few minutes. The grill near the corner of the yard becomes its own center of activity. Mostly because Uncle Jai refuses to let anyone else fully take over.

“Pa, sit down for five minutes,” Kath says at one point after catching him grilling skewers, monitoring soup, and yelling at Loki simultaneously.

“I am sitting,” he argues. He is very clearly standing.

“You’ve been cooking for hours.”

“And?”

Kath pinches the bridge of her nose. “You’re impossible.”

Uncle Jai waves the tongs at her dismissively. “Go bother your wife.”

Lin, sitting nearby with Professor Niissara and Pilantita, immediately looks up in betrayal. “Why me?”

“Because she listens to you.”

Kath laughs loudly. “No she doesn’t.”

“That’s true,” Lin admits.

Nearby, Kath’s mother is stationed at another table making somtam at terrifying speed. The sharp rhythmic sound of the mortar and pestle cuts through the noise of the evening while she casually balances three conversations at once without slowing down. Fay watches the entire process with deep admiration.

“Auntie,” she says seriously, “you could run a military operation like this.”

Kath’s mother snorts softly. “Move the lime.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Within minutes another fresh plate appears. Then another. Then another. Eventually, she glances across the yard toward Lin.

“Lin.”

Lin looks up immediately. “Yes, Khun Mae?”

“Come here.”

Kath visibly winces in sympathy. “Good luck.”

Lin narrows her eyes faintly at her before standing anyway and walking over obediently. By now, this dynamic is familiar enough that nobody questions it anymore. Kath’s mother scoops up a bite of freshly made somtam and holds it out toward Lin expectantly.

“Try.”

Lin accepts it automatically. There’s a brief pause while she chews carefully. Then her eyes widen just slightly. Not dramatically. Just enough. Kath notices instantly and starts laughing before Lin even says anything.

“Spicy?” she asks innocently.

Lin takes a slow breath through her nose. Kath’s mother watches her closely. “Too spicy?”

Lin shakes her head immediately, still trying to recover some dignity. “No. It’s good.”

“Good?”

Another pause. Then Lin admits quietly, “Very spicy. But very good.”

Kath nearly falls over laughing. Even Kath’s mother smiles faintly at that, clearly satisfied.

Over the years, moments like this had become strangely ordinary between them. Which still sometimes surprised Lin when she stopped long enough to think about it. Because there was once a time when every interaction between her and Kath’s mother felt careful. Measured. Not hostile, exactly. Just uncertain.

Back then, Kath’s mother had looked at Lin with the quiet caution of someone trying to understand whether another person could truly hold something precious gently enough.

And Lin, who had always respected her deeply, never pushed for closeness she wasn’t sure she deserved. Things only really changed years later. The night Lin asked for permission to marry Kath.

Even now, she still remembered how nervous she had been. More nervous, honestly, than during thesis defenses or keynote speeches or international conferences. Because this mattered differently.

She had gone alone to speak with Kath’s mother first before proposing properly, sitting across from her at the dining table while rehearsed words disappeared entirely from her head the second the conversation actually began.

Lin remembered forcing herself to say it anyway. That she loved Kath. That she wanted to build a life with her. That she would spend the rest of her life trying to take care of her properly if she was allowed to.

And Kath’s mother had stayed quiet for a very long time after that. Long enough that Lin genuinely thought she might refuse. Instead, she eventually asked softly—“Will my daughter be happy with you?”

Lin answered immediately. “Yes.”

No hesitation. No uncertainty. Just truth. And somehow, from that moment onward, something between them slowly shifted. Not all at once. Not dramatically. But steadily.

Kath’s mother started saving portions of food specifically for Lin whenever she visited. Not leftovers. Not extra portions. The best parts.

The crispiest pork belly set aside before everyone else touched it. The softer pieces of grilled fish with fewer bones because she remembered Lin disliked picking around them. Mango slices already peeled and chilled in the refrigerator before Lin even arrived.

Small things. Easy to miss if you didn’t understand what they meant. But Uncle Jai understood immediately. The first time it happened years ago, he had caught Lin staring in confusion at a separate covered plate waiting near the kitchen. Before Lin could ask, Uncle Jai had laughed softly and said, almost teasing—“You know your mother-in-law finally likes you now, right?”

Lin blinked at him. “What?”

He pointed toward the food.

“When she starts saving the best parts for you, you’re already family.”

At the time, Lin hadn’t known how to respond to that. She just stood there quietly holding the plate while something warm and unfamiliar settled carefully inside her chest. And after that, she began noticing it everywhere. The quiet care hidden inside ordinary things.

Kath’s mother calling to ask whether Lin had eaten during exam grading season. Sending food back with Kath after family visits because “Lin likes this one.”

At some point, it even started making Kath mildly offended.

“Why is there always extra food for Lin?” she complained once while packing containers in the kitchen. “I’m your actual daughter.”

But even then, beneath the mock offense, Kath still felt something warm settle quietly inside her chest every single time it happened. Because she knew what it meant. Knew how much it mattered that her mother now thought about Lin instinctively too.

Not as someone temporary. Not as someone visiting. But as family. No grand speeches. No dramatic declarations. Just love expressed the way older generations often knew best—through food. Through remembering. Through making space for someone until one day they realized they already belonged there completely.

And Lin, in return, slowly stopped standing cautiously at the edges of things. Stopped feeling like she needed permission to belong there.

Now, years later, standing beside Kath’s mother in the middle of a noisy family dinner while being force-fed somtam for spice evaluation, Lin realizes there are very few moments in her life she treasures more than this kind of ordinary acceptance. Kath catches her eye from across the yard then. Smiling softly already like she somehow knows exactly what Lin is thinking.

*****

By the time dinner finally winds down, the entire yard has softened into that comfortable kind of exhaustion that only comes after good food and too much laughter.

Plates sit half-abandoned across the tables. Empty glasses gather near the edges of chairs. Someone leaves music playing quietly from inside the house, low enough now that conversations overlap easily beneath it.

The children have long since lost all remaining energy.

Prim, Jim, Nat, and Phum are sprawled together near the terrace beneath a pile of blankets and cushions, supposedly watching cartoons on a tablet but mostly just lying on top of one another in various stages of sleepiness.

Phum is already fully asleep. Nat keeps trying to braid Prim’s hair. Jim is arguing weakly about superheroes before yawning halfway through his own sentence.

Nearby, Loki and Oliver are stretched dramatically near the terrace steps after spending the entire evening shamelessly begging for grilled meat from every possible adult. Which is exactly why Kath is now eyeing Uncle Jai suspiciously from across the yard.

Her father-in-law is currently deep in conversation with Kath’s mother and Uncle Somchai, nodding along innocently while sipping tea. Far too innocently. Kath narrows her eyes.

“Pa, you fed them too much meat again, didn’t you?”

Uncle Jai refuses to look at her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Loki lifts his head immediately at the sound of Kath’s voice, exposing the undeniable evidence of grilled meat crumbs still stuck near his mouth. Uncle Jai suddenly becomes deeply invested in his conversation with the in-laws instead.

Kath’s mother snorts softly into her drink before immediately turning toward her husband again, still visibly excited about whatever story she had apparently been telling moments earlier.

“I’m serious,” she insists. “You still missed the hand movement during the chorus.”

Uncle Somchai protests weakly, “It was too fast.”

“That’s because you were late.”

Nearby, Kath groans softly under her breath. “Oh no.”

Lin glances at her, amused already. “What?”

“My mother found another dance trend.”

Which, unfortunately for everyone involved, had recently evolved into Kath’s mother and her entire neighborhood friend group becoming deeply obsessed with viral dance trends from RedNote and TikTok.

Most recently, they had been using the song 爱情匆匆走过 almost exclusively. For nearly three weeks now, the song had somehow taken over parts of her daily lives. Kath had walked into the house one morning to find her mother practicing choreography in the kitchen while waiting for soup to boil.

Another time, she found Uncle Somchai reluctantly acting as tripod holder during recording attempts in the yard. According to her mother, it was “healthy social activity.”

Still, she couldn’t really complain too much.

After years of difficult things, grief, loneliness, rebuilding families in strange new shapes, Kath understood why her mother held onto these little joys so tightly now. The dance group, the outings with friends, learning silly trends together, dragging one another outside instead of sitting alone at home thinking too much. It made her happy.

And honestly, her mother looked lighter these days because of it. Unfortunately, it also meant she had recently started recruiting people aggressively.

“Somchai is improving very quickly,” Kath’s mother announces proudly now. “I think your father-in-law has potential too.”

Uncle Jai nearly chokes on his tea. “No.”

Kath bursts out laughing immediately.

“You haven’t even seen the choreography yet,” Kath’s mother argues.

“I don’t need to.”

“You just need practice.”

“I would rather perish.”

Lin physically bites the inside of her cheek trying not to laugh.

Kath’s mother narrows her eyes thoughtfully toward Uncle Jai anyway, clearly already imagining future dance practices. Uncle Jai points a warning finger immediately. “Absolutely not.”

Meanwhile, a little farther down the terrace, Pilantita, Anna, and Fay have fully settled into their own conversation. Mostly centered around Fay’s increasingly chaotic love life.

“I’m just saying,” Fay insists while holding her drink with unnecessary drama, “if someone sends mixed signals, maybe they deserve confusion back.”

Anna nearly chokes laughing. Pilantita rubs slowly at her forehead. “That is not how emotional communication works.”

“It absolutely is.”

Kath overhears enough while passing by to immediately groan.

“Can you stop telling the entire family your relationship problems?”

Fay looks genuinely offended.

“They’re family,” she argues. “Not strangers.”

“That somehow makes it worse.”

“I need emotional support.”

Anna outright loses the fight against laughter at that. And somehow, beneath the noise of overlapping conversations and children arguing sleepily over blankets, the evening continues unfolding without structure. Easy. Warm. Alive.

Near the far end of the yard, Kath eventually settles beside Lin, Anil, and Professor Nissara with fresh drinks in hand. To Kath’s immense satisfaction, Professor Nissara and Lin have successfully managed an entire evening without discussing work once. No research. No students. No papers talk. Kath feels victorious about it.

“You see?” she says smugly while handing Lin her drink. “Normal people conversation.”

Lin looks deeply unimpressed. “You say that like academics are endangered wildlife.”

“Sometimes you are.”

Professor Nissara laughs quietly into her tea. Anil, meanwhile, is halfway through telling a story about one of her junior architects accidentally sending construction revisions to the wrong client group chat.

“—and then he replied ‘noted with thanks’ to the complaint message because he thought it was internal feedback.”

Kath wheezes laughing. Lin nearly spits out her drink. Even Professor Nissara looks visibly entertained. And then her phone rings.

The professor glances at the screen. Immediately sighs. Not dramatically. Just the tired sigh of someone profoundly unsurprised by whatever disaster is currently waiting on the other end.

Anil notices first. “Bad?”

Professor Nissara answers the call anyway. The rest of them only catch pieces of the conversation.

“…What happened?”

A pause. Then another longer pause. Professor Niissara closes her eyes briefly.

“No, explain slowly.”

Kath watches her with growing fascination. Beside her, Lin already looks suspiciously like she might know exactly where this is going. Finally, the call ends. Professor Nissara lowers the phone slowly.

Anil points immediately. “That expression means students and troubles.”

“PhD students,” Professor Nissara corrects tiredly.

Lin groans softly under her breath. Kath blinks between them. “What happened?”

Professor Nissara pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Apparently there was… a disagreement during lab discussion.”

“That sounds harmless,” Kath says carefully.

“One of them threw a femur to the other.”

Silence. Kath stares. “…A what?”

“A replica femur,” Professor Nissara clarifies. “From the biomechanics lab.”

“That is somehow worse.”

Anil is already laughing so hard she physically folds forward. Professor Nissara continues with the exhausted calm of someone emotionally detached from academic chaos through survival instinct alone.

“It almost hit the other student in the head.”

Lin closes her eyes immediately. “Oh no.”

Professor Nissara looks at her knowingly.

Lin sighs. “Don’t tell me it’s them.”

Professor Nissara nods weakly.

Kath leans forward instantly, completely invested now. “Who?”

Lin exhales once like someone preparing to explain natural disasters.

“Phinya Thananont and Busaya Methin.”

Professor Nissara makes a quiet sound that suggests permanent suffering. “Two of the brightest PhD students we’ve had in years,” Lin explains. “Possibly geniuses.”

“And absolutely incapable of existing peacefully in the same room,” Professor Nissara adds.

Lin nods immediately. “They insult each other within five minutes every single time.”

“Three minutes on bad days.”

Kath looks delighted. Most people in the faculty apparently know them already.

Busaya Methin—sharp-tongued, terrifyingly intelligent, relentless in debate. Phinya Thananont—equally brilliant, equally stubborn, currently back from studying abroad and somehow even worse now according to rumor.

Together, they functioned less like academic colleagues and more like two opposing forces of nature repeatedly crashing into each other. Professor Nissara had been supervising both of them for years.

Which explained a lot about her level of exhaustion. Kath, meanwhile, looks far too entertained by this entire situation.

“I’m just saying,” she says carefully, “if this were fiction, those two would absolutely end up together.”

Lin immediately laughs. “No way.”

“Hate and love have a very thin line.”

“There is no line there,” Lin insists. “There’s only violence.”

Professor Nissara takes a long sip of tea before muttering tiredly—

“If kissing each other would stop them from trying to kill each other, I would personally support it.”

Anil fully collapses laughing against Pilantita the moment she overhears that sentence. Even Lin loses composure completely. And somewhere in the middle of the laughter, beneath the warm lights and sleepy noise of family still lingering around them, Kath slowly leans sideways until her shoulder presses lightly against Lin’s. Lin glances at her immediately, still smiling.

Kath tilts her head thoughtfully. “You know…”

“That’s usually dangerous.”

“No matter how bad our future arguments get,” Kath says solemnly, “I would never throw a femur at you.”

Professor Niissara nearly laughs into her drink again.

Anil points immediately. “See? That’s real love.”

Lin hums softly like she’s genuinely considering the statement.

“Good,” she says at last, eyes softening immediately as she looks at Kath. “Because even if you threw a whole skeleton at me, I’d probably still walk over and ask if you were upset first.”

Anil makes a violent gagging sound. “Oh my God.”

Pilantita, meanwhile, presses one hand lightly against her chest. “Aww.”

“That is not an ‘aww’ situation,” Anil argues. “That’s emotional terrorism.”

Lin just smiles quietly against the rim of her glass while Kath laughs beside her, warm and unguarded in the glow of the yard lights. Then Kath leans closer and presses a soft kiss against Lin’s temple almost absentmindedly, like affection has long since become instinct between them. Lin immediately folds toward her in return without even thinking about it, shoulder fitting naturally against Kath’s side as though her body already knows where it belongs before her mind catches up.

And even after all these years, somehow that quiet pull between them has only grown stronger. Effortless. Certain. Like magnets endlessly finding their way back together no matter how many times life tries to shift them apart.

Around them, the night continues gently onward.

Children half-asleep beneath blankets. Family talking over one another somewhere near the terrace. The dogs dreaming soundlessly near the steps after successfully manipulating half the adults into feeding them grilled meat. And beside Kath, Lin remains exactly where she has chosen to stay all these years later. Steady. Warm. Home.

Once, long ago, they were two people reaching toward impossible distances. One toward the sea, the other toward the stars. Believing love might not survive the gravity pulling their lives in different directions.

But somehow, after all the years between then and now, they found their way back anyway. Not through grand miracles. Not through fate. Just through choosing each other again and again in all the small ordinary ways that mattered most.

And in the end, that became enough to build an entire life from.

---FIN---

To my little boys, Loki and Oliver,

Thank you for sharing your lives with me for thirteen years and nine years. I hope wherever you are now, you’re still together. Maybe somewhere peaceful and warm, still running side by side, still following each other around the way you always did, still resting close enough to know the other is there.

And I hope you both know how deeply you were loved, from the start, every single day, until the very end.