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If you’d told Chay a few years ago that he’d be sitting at the breakfast table next to his idol who was also now his boyfriend and watching his brother and his husband wrangle their kids into their high chairs, he would have told them they're crazy.
Except that’s exactly the scene he’s watching unfold and he has to snort into Kim’s shoulder as he watches Porsche wrangle a very unenthusiastic two year old toddler into her high chair. Kiara looks incredibly put-out by her current position and whines loudly, big brown eyes getting even bigger as she pouts up at Porsche with her arms held out, “Papa up,”
“No up right now Princess Kiki,” Porsche says, “You need to eat first,”
“Food!” Prapai yells excitedly from where he’s being strapped into his chair by Kinn. His feet kick out in his excitement, jiggling the chair and Chay’s brother-in-law laughs,“You’ll get your food soon enough, you little whirlwind, calm down,”
The food appears a few minutes later; cut up fruits, Cheerios and a cup of juice. Chay and Kim watch in amusement as Prapai attacks his food like it’s going to run away if he doesn’t eat fast enough. The mango ends up smeared across the boy’s cheeks and Chay has to smile as Porsche reaches out to wipe his face, feeling like it was only yesterday that a 12 year old Porsche was doing it for him.
Kiara, or Princess Kiki as she demanded to be called by everyone, eats like her name. Picking one piece of fruit after the other and primly stuffing it into her mouth. She’s dressed in yet another frilly dress that Chay thinks Tankhun bought for her.
Breakfast ends with both toddlers freeing themselves and taking off down the hallways, screaming with laughter as a horde of bodyguards scramble after them in varying states of alarm with Big leisurely following behind, all too used to their antics.
“We need to start tying them to the chair or something,” Porsche mutters to no one in particular.
“As I recall, you just placed me on the table or counter and let me eat,” Chay teases. He remembers how Porsche would help him up onto the table and place whatever he’d managed to find in the cupboards. It’s a far cry from what the twins are used to but Chay wouldn’t trade those mornings for anything.
"That's because you were only half the menace they are now," Porsche shoots back good-naturedly.
It’s odd to watch Porsche be a parent. He still remembers his older brother, desperately trying to be a parent while still a child himself, wearing the title like an ill-fitting coat. He remembers how Porsche would drop him off at school before going back the way they came because his school was in the opposite direction. He remembers how they’d have to come up with the weirdest meals because their uncle had forgotten to shop for groceries once again. There were good times of course, Porsche strived to get the best of everything for Chay but there were days when the money and food that had been promised just wouldn’t turn up and it would end with them going to sleep with empty stomachs.
Porsche teetered the line of big brother and parent.
Sometimes he’d let Chay have no vegetables for a week but other days he wouldn’t let Chay go out to play until he's finished his homework. He’d dance with Chay in the kitchen and then the next day, he’d yell at him for not cleaning his room or doing his chores. It was odd but Chay got used to it.
But now Porsche is married, he’s far more mature than he’d been at 12 years old though sometimes Chay suspects there’s been no development and he’s a father.
He’s broken out of his musings by the sound of little feet pattering against the marble floors and Kiara and Prapai appear again, dressed up in completely different outfits to the ones they’d left in.
“Did you meet Uncle Tankhun halfway through your escape?” Kinn asks, picking up Kiara as she crawls up onto his lap. Porsche picks up Prapai, perching him on his hip as he studies the pink glitter dusting his son’s cheeks, “I don’t think anyone else in this house just has glitter on hand Kinn,”
“Uncle Khun have clothes,” Prapai explains, hands coming up to squish Porsche cheeks, “We take them,”
“I can see that, you guys look great,” Porsche says, stifling his laughter at Prapai’s bright green jacket and orange pants. Chay feels a tug on his shirtsleeve and looks down to see Kiara staring back up at him, “Uncle Chay? Don’t work today?”
“I have a day off Princess Kiki, I thought I’ll visit you gremlins today,”
“Uncle Chay play?”
Chay catches sight of Kinn frantically shaking his head and promptly ignores him, Contrary to what his brother and his husband claimed, his nephew and niece were perfect angels, “Sure, I can play games with you guys,”
******
“Prapai gimme!” Kiara yells at her brother, throwing the plastic dinosaur at her brother who is currently in possession of a toy bike. It hits his forehead and Prapai howls in pain, “Papa! Kiki hit me!”
Porsche takes a calming breath next to him, “Still think they’re angels?”
“Maybe they’re half-angels,” Chay admits.
Prapai pulls on one of Kiara’s pigtails and the girl lets out an ungodly screech and bites down on his hand and Chay hears Big muffle a snort behind him and turns around, “Are you enjoying this?”
“They’re entertaining,” Big shrugs, watching as Porsche pulls the squabbling toddlers apart and sends them both to timeout in opposite corners.
“Those Theerapanyakul genes, I’m telling you; they go far beyond just those eyebrows,”
Chay snorts, while Kiara certainly took after Porsche and Prapai shared certain features with him as well, neither of the twins had been able to escape Kinn’s eyebrow genes. They’d also inherited his attitude and Chay and Big both delighted in watching Porsche and Kinn wrangle two tiny but demanding Theerapanyakuls on a daily basis.
“Papa, ten minutes over?” Kiara calls from her corner.
“Papa my legs gone,” Prapai informs Porsche who looks up to the ceiling like he’s praying for patience.
“Have kids, they said. It’s rewarding, they said,” Porsche mutters under his breath, glaring at Kinn as he slips into the room, “You. Deal with your children,”
“My children? What did they do now?”
“Well your son has trouble sharing, I wonder where he got that from and your daughter is testing out her canines; they’re sharp enough to draw blood now. I know that because she bit my arm,”
Chay and Big chuckle in sync, grinning when Porsche glares at them. They watch as Kinn walks over to Prapai, grinning when the boy gasps in excitement and turns to jump at him. Kiara whines at being left out and runs over, clinging to Kinn’s pant leg.
“Daddy, daddy, can you play?” Chay watches as Kinn visibly melts under his daughter’s wide gaze and nods helplessly, “Yeah, I can play with you and your brother, Princess,”
“Looks like he’s gonna be doing paperwork in bed tonight,” Porsche mutters but his voice is fond and there’s a small smile playing on his lips as he makes his way towards where his husband is dutifully fixing the crown placed on his daughter's head.
Chay takes out his phone and snaps a few pictures for Tankhun to squeal over before sneaking out behind Big.
****
He’s playing some video games in his old bedroom while waiting for Kim to come pick him up when a tiny knock echoes throughout. He opens the door to find a very solemn Prapai, dressed in footie pajamas with bikes printed on them standing in front of him.
“Papa, Daddy, Kiki and me are watching movie,” he says, “Uncle Chay coming?”
“Sure,” Chay agrees, picking up Prapai when the boy lifts his arms up and wiggles in place.
Kiki is bouncing up and down on the couch when they enter. One hand tightly clutching at Tankhun’s shoulder as she sings a very off-key rendition of “Let It Go,” much to the other man's displeasure.
Porsche and Kinn manage to calm her down enough to make her snuggle in with Tankhun, leaving the couple free to wrap themselves around each other like the love sick bastards they are. Prapai plops himself down on Chay’s lap, shifting around like a little dog trying to find a comfortable spot before finally flopping down sideways, half on the couch, half on Chay.
Halfway through Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs, a teasing voice startles them, “Well do I get some space too?”
“Uncle Kim!” Prapai cheers sleepily, wriggling around until there’s a sliver of free space between the arm of the sofa and Chay, “Sit here!”
Somehow, Kim manages to squish into the ‘seat’, even though he’s basically sitting on Chay’s lap. Prapai’s laying over him, head resting on his chest as he dozes off every few minutes. “I got a nice picture,” Kim whispers, handing Chay his phone. The photo to put it simply, is adorable. Kiara is curled up next to Khun, thumb stuck in her mouth and her gaze utterly transfixed on the screen. Next to them, Porsche’s lying on Kinn who has both arms wrapped around him like the other man is going to bolt any second, neither of them are paying attention to the movie, too focused on each other. Prapai’s sprawled out on Chay who has one hand in his hair and the other on his stomach, grinning lazily.
Chay smiles and noses at Kim’s temple.
He makes a mental note to add that into the scrapbook that he’s been making for the twins’ upcoming birthday.