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The sprawling city skyline sparkled under the setting sun, and Zee Pruk, Chairman of the SuperSun Corp., sat in his office, signing the important files.

Despite his towering success, a gnawing emptiness lingered on the cold charismatic face.

Over the years, Zee had tried to move on his ex lover, but every relationship felt hollow before it even start. He never went to the blind date that his mother set over the years.

He just can’t let anyone into his heart anymore.

Despite the silence, he’d kept tabs on his ex, Nunew, though even his resources often came up empty. Nunew had built walls around his life, staying out of the public eye. 

One evening, Zee's secretary, Tom, entered the office with an excited glint in his eye. 

"Sir, I found something," Tom said, handing over a sleek tablet. "You might want to take a look at this." 

Zee’s brow furrowed as he took the device. His heart skipped when he saw the headline.

La Luxe: The Rising Jewelry Empire with a Young CEO

The article showcased stunning jewelry pieces and detailed the meteoric rise of La Luxe, a new luxury jewelry company. At the end, there was a photo of Nunew standing at an event, his smile reserved but radiant.

Zee’s breath caught in his chest. 

It's him.

The younger man is has getting more prettier than Zee could remember.

“It’s him,” Zee murmured, his fingers brushing over the screen. 

Tom nodded. “I thought you’d want to know. La Luxe has been making waves. He’s the CEO, and by the looks of it, he’s doing very well despite still new in the industry.” 

Zee stared at the photo, emotions swirling. He had thought he’d buried the pain of their separation, but seeing Nunew again brought everything rushing back. 

“Tom,” Zee said, his voice steady but commanding. “I want you to gather everything you can about La Luxe. Its operations, performance, partnerships and especially him.” 

Tom hesitated. “Do you want me to be discreet?” 

Zee shook his head. “No. Let him know. I’m not hiding anything.” 

Somehow Nunew’s life is very private.

All the information’s that he got is only about his company.

La Luxe, contact number and his address which is studio apartment that was 30 minutes away from his own company.

That’s all.

And to his surprise, La Luxe has many connections.

He was slightly proud, knowing that Nunew has been working hard to bring La Luxe into the business industry with his own effort.

Within weeks, Zee became the largest investor in La Luxe.

The share is more than 30%.

Zee’s involvement was impossible to ignore as he is one of the most important people in the company. And their first board meeting was set.

When the day came, Nunew entered the room confidently, his polished appearance betraying no emotion.

But the moment his eyes landed on Zee sitting at the head of the table, his composure faltered ever so slightly. 

“Good morning, everyone,” Zee greeted, his tone calm yet filled with warmth. His gaze lingered on Nunew. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet all of you.” 

Throughout the meeting, Zee’s focus rarely wavered from Nunew, though he remained professional. Nunew, however, maintained his distance, his words curt but polite. 

After the meeting, Zee approached him in the hallway. 

“Nunew,” Zee called softly, his deep voice resonating in the quiet space. 

Nunew turned, his expression carefully neutral. “Chairman Pruk. Is there something you need?” 

Zee smiled. “Just wanted to say you’ve done an incredible job with La Luxe. I’m impressed.” 

“Thank you,” Nunew replied, his tone formal. “If you’ll excuse me, I have a lot to attend to.” 

But Zee didn’t back down.

Over the following weeks, he made his intentions known. Not through grand gestures, but through quiet persistence.

The boardroom buzzed with anticipation.

La Luxe’s quarterly meeting was packed with key stakeholders, all eager to discuss the company’s rapid growth and future plans.

Zee entered the room, his aura commanding attention.  “Good morning,” Zee said, his deep voice carrying authority. “I trust everyone is ready for today’s discussions.”

The meeting proceeded smoothly to the end until Zee, in a surprising move announce.

“I have something to share,” Zee announced, gesturing to his assistant, who wheeled in a velvet-lined tray.

“This,” Zee said, lifting a paper bag, “is from Super Sun’s upcoming collection.

It hasn’t been announced yet, but I believe it deserves recognition now. And I’d like to present it to the CEO and everyone who made all of this possible.”

All eyes turned to Nunew as Zee stood and handed the bag to him directly. The room erupted in whispers, the stakeholders intrigued by the unexpected display.

“Tom.” Zee gesture his secretary, asking him to distribute the other paper bags to the stakeholders, trying to make the situation fair and not awkward.

But the thing is.

The paper bag given to Nunew is in large sized and in PINK MATTE color, while the others were small and dull brown.

But nobody dare to open their mouth.

Nunew’s cheeks flushed faintly, but he maintained his composure. “Thank you, Chairman Pruk,” he said, placing the bag aside.

He lowers his tone, “However, let’s keep personal acknowledgments separate from business discussions.”

Zee smiled gently, unbothered by the subtle rejection. “Of course, Mr. CEO. Just a token of admiration for your work.”

A few month later, La Luxe hosted its annual dinner to celebrate recent achievements.

The elegant ballroom was filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and light music.

Zee arrived fashionably late, his entrance drawing attention from everyone present.

As he approached the VIP table where Nunew sat, Zee caught the waiter’s attention. “Watermelon juice for Mr. Chawarin,” he said softly, then added with a smile, “And make sure the butter shrimp are peeled.”

When the waiter delivered the items to Nunew, the Omega immediately realized what had happened.

He glanced toward Zee, who was seated across the table, engaged in casual conversation with another stakeholder.

After a moment, Nunew leaned over. “Chairman Pruk,” he said in a low voice, “Did you order these?”

Zee met his gaze, his expression sincere. “You always loved watermelon juice and peeled shrimp.”

Nunew paused, a faint flicker of emotion crossing his face. “Thank you, but next time, let me handle my own food.”

“Of course,” Zee said with a soft chuckle. “But it’s hard not to take care of you, Nunew.”

The atmosphere grew momentarily still as their eyes met, but Nunew quickly composed himself, returning to the lively conversation at the table.

Zee eyes lingered on him.

During a production meeting, the team was locked in an intense discussion.

Nunew was focused on the presentation slides, commenting about it, when Zee, seated beside him, noticed him struggling with a bottle of mineral water.

Without thinking, Zee reached over, unscrewed the cap, and placed the open bottle in front of Nunew.

The room fell silent for a brief moment as everyone noticed the gesture. Nunew blinked, momentarily startled, then cleared his throat.

“Thank you, Chairman Pruk.”

“Anytime,” Zee replied casually, leaning back in his chair as if the action had been completely natural.

Though Nunew didn’t say anything further, the small act lingered in his mind. For all of Zee’s boldness, there was a gentleness to his actions that made it difficult to ignore him.

Nunew sighed, his heart fluttering despite himself.

He told himself to ignore it, but the sincerity behind Zee’s actions made it difficult. Still, he remained professional. 

Later that day, Nunew confronted Zee in his office. 

“Chairman Pruk, while I appreciate your… gestures, I need to remind you to keep things professional,” Nunew said firmly, though his voice remained calm. 

Zee leaned back in his chair, his expression soft. “I understand, but I’m not trying to interfere with your work. I just… want you to know I’m here.” 

Nunew’s resolve wavered for a moment. “You can’t keep doing this.” 

“I’m not asking anything for return. Except,” Zee said with a small smile, “Just let me do this. Hmm?” 

Zee’s quiet pursuit of Nunew did not go unnoticed.

From the staff to the stakeholders, whispered about the chairman’s intentions, speculating whether it was personal or strategic.

Nunew, while maintaining professionalism, found it increasingly challenging to separate his feelings from his work.

One evening, Zee’s mother arrived unannounced at his penthouse. She sat on the couch, her posture rigid and her eyes cold.

“I heard that Omega, Nunew is now working with you.” 

Zee sigh softly. He poured a glass of water and put it in front of her.

“Yeah. I invest at his company.” confess him. His mother laugh sarcastically.

“Of course you do.”

Sliding an envelope across the table, Zee’s mother said, “I thought you should see this.”

“What’s this?” Zee asked, already wary.

“Open it,” she said.

Zee opened the envelope to find several photos of a young girl with strikingly familiar features, holding a hand who he belief it was Nunew because he notice the mole on the beautiful hand.

The girl eyes mirrored his, and her smile was reminiscent of Nunew’s.

“She’s your daughter,” his mother said, her voice sharp. “It seems like Nunew hid her well. What kind of person does that?”

Zee’s heart dropped as he stared at the photos, a mix of emotions surging through him.

Shock, sadness and guilt.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Zee said through gritted teeth.

“Son. Don’t you get it? He hid your child for years! He’s manipulative, deceitful—” 

“Stop,” Zee interrupted, his voice shaking with anger. He stood, towering over her. “Don’t you dare talk about him like that.” 

His mother blinked in surprise. “I’m warning you, Zee. This Omega—” 

“I don’t need your warnings,” Zee snapped. “Get out. And don’t you dare to put your hand into my matter. I will handle it myself.” 

As his mother left, Zee sat down, staring at the photos. The girl’s smile reminded him so much of Nunew. His heart ached, not out of anger, but out of sorrow. 

What have you been through, Nhu?

Zee Pruk had always been a man of composure.

No matter how turbulent his personal or professional life became, he managed to keep his emotions in check.

But the revelation that he had a daughter. A child he had never known, shattered that control. 

For days, he avoided the world, locking himself in his penthouse. The usually bustling space felt suffocatingly quiet as he sat on the couch, photos of the girl spread before him.

Her laughter, captured in candid moments, seemed to mock his absence in her life. 

"How could I have been so blind?" he thought, running a hand through his hair.

He wasn’t angry at Nunew. No, he was angry at himself. For not being there, for letting circumstances push them apart. 

The quarterly meeting was fast approaching, but Zee felt unprepared to face Nunew or anyone else. When Tom called to remind him about it, Zee’s response was curt. 

“Cancel my activities. Postphone it." he said, his voice strained. “Tell them I’m unwell. If you need my sign, just send the file to me in person I’ll sign.”

“Aright, Sir.”

The next morning, Zee was startled by a knock at his door. His secretary brought in a bouquet of white roses with a note attached. 

I wish Chairman Pruk a speedy recovery. —  Chawarin

Zee’s chest tightened as he read the card. He could still remember the first time he had mentioned them, 10 years ago, during their first date at the flower park.

The two of them enjoy the sweet time strolling between the bed of flowers, holding and swing their hands playfully.

“Hia.”

“Yes?”

“Do you like flower?” ask Nunew as he rest his head on Zee’s bicep.

Zee chuckled, his heart warming at the younger boy’s sweet, innocent nature. “Hm… I don’t know…”

“You hate it?” Nunew peek at his face. Curious.

Zee shook his head with a smile, brushing a lock of hair from Nunew’s forehead. “No... I just never paid much attention to them. But I suppose flowers are... nice”

“But you’re so good at picking flowers for me! You’re like, really good at it. You could be a florist, Hia. But you’re rich, so maybe you’d rather own the shop instead.”

Zee smiled at the thought. "I don’t know about that," he said, chuckling softly. “I  just choose it randomly because they look good together.”

“You got amazing eyes, Hia.”

Zee couldn’t help but laugh.

“Then which flower you think the most pretty?” ask Nunew again.

“Flower Chawarin.” Zee replied. Receiving a soft nudge on his hips.

“I’m serious!”

“Alright, alright… Hm…” Zee paused, thinking for a moment. “I think… White roses.”

Nunew raised an eyebrow, intrigued, “Oh? Any particular reason?”

Zee glanced down at Nunew, his voice softening. “They are pretty. And white. And look clean.”

Nunew laugh. “Clean?”

“Yeah. Just like you. But I think I’ve tainted you.” said the man with a teasing smile.

Nunew gasp. “Hia!”

Despite everything, Nunew had thought of him.

The simple gesture spoke volumes, filling Zee with both love and guilt.

Nunew had sent these roses with the belief that Zee was still sick, that he needed encouragement, a kind gesture.

The truth was, Zee wasn’t sick.

His chest tightened further, a pang of guilt striking his heart.

"Even now, you care for me," he mutters, tracing the edge of the card. It only solidified his resolve.

Whatever it took, he would make amends. Not just for the years they’d lost but for the hardships Nunew had endured alone. 

Two weeks later, Zee rejoined the regular meetings. He was met with the usual hum of business discussions but couldn’t help noticing the empty chair at the table. 

“Where’s Mr. Chawarin?” Zee asked casually, though his voice betrayed a hint of concern. 

Nunew’s assistant replied, “He’s taken three days off. Today’s his second day.” 

Zee’s mind immediately went to worst-case scenarios. Nunew rarely took time off and for him to disappear during critical operations was uncharacteristic. 

After the meeting, Zee didn’t hesitate. “Tom, I need you to get me his address,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. 

“Yes, sir.”

Standing outside Nunew’s apartment door, Zee felt a mix of emotions. Nervousness, regret and hope.

He rang the doorbell, but there was no answer. After waiting a few moments, he rang again. Still no answer.

Just as he was about to knock, his phone buzzed. It was his secretary. 

“Sir, I just got word,” Tom said hurriedly. “Mr. Chawarin is at Vejthani Hospital. His daughter was admitted late last night.” 

The words hit Zee like a truck.

Their daughter was in the hospital?

Without wasting a second, Zee rushed the elevator, his heart pounding with worry. 

When Zee arrived at the hospital, he quickly located the private room. The sight that greeted him stopped him in his tracks. 

Nunew was asleep, his head resting on the edge of the hospital bed. His hand was clasped tightly around a smaller hand.

Their daughter, pale but peaceful, lay on the bed, hooked up to monitors. Zee read the name on the board hanging at the end of the bed.

Zara Chariya Perdpiriyawong.

Zee’s chest tightened.

The sheer exhaustion on Nunew’s face told him everything. He had carried this burden alone for years.

Quietly, Zee walked to the sofa in the corner of the room and sat down, watching them. 

For ten minutes, he remained silent, his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions as his eyes traces the beautiful face.

Then, slowly, Nunew began to stir. 

When Nunew’s eyes fluttered open, he straightens his body to stretch. But then he froze upon seeing Zee sitting across the room.

Their eyes met, and for a moment, neither spoke. 

“Uh…,” Nunew whispered, his voice a mix of surprise and confuse. 

Zee offered a small, soft smile. “Can we talk?” he asked gently, gesturing toward the door. 

The rooftop was quiet, save for the hum of the city below. A soft breeze ruffled their hair as they stood, facing each other under the open sky. 

Zee broke the silence first, his voice trembling. “What sickness…?”

Nunew reply in a soft voice, almost whispering, “High fever.”

Zee nodded.

For a moment, silent showers the situation.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” 

Nunew looked away, his lips pressed into a thin line. He knows Zee was not talking about Zara’s fever.

“Nhu,” Zee continued, his voice cracking.

“Why did you hide her from me? Why did you go through all of this alone?” 

“I—” Nunew began, but his words faltered. 

Zee’s tears fell freely now. “I’m sorry… It must have been so hard for you. How can—How can you carry this situation alone…”

Nunew bite his trembling lips.

“I’m so sorry, Nhu. I’m sorry for not being there, for everything my family put you through. I’m sorry for not fighting harder. For you, for our child.” 

Nunew’s own tears brimmed as he shook his head. “No... It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I was selfish. I thought… I thought it was better this way. You had so much ahead of you and I didn’t want to hold you back.” 

“Don’t,” Zee interrupted, his voice firm despite the tears.

“Don’t talk about yourself like that. You were never a burden, Nhu. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Both of you are.” 

Nunew broke down, his sobs quiet but heart-wrenching. “I—I didn’t know what to do. I was scared. I didn’t want Zara to grow up hated because of me. I thought I was protecting her. I'm the worst.” 

Zee stepped closer, hesitating before gently placing his hands on Nunew’s shoulders. “No, Nhu... Listen to me. You did so well. You are strong. Raising her alone. Our daughter looks lovely. But you don’t have to do this alone anymore,” he said softly.

“Let me take care of both of you. Please.” 

Nunew looked up at him, his face streaked with tears. For the first time in years, he saw the sincerity. The same warmth and love that had drawn him in so long ago. 

“I’m scared.” Nunew admitted. “I don’t know if I can do this.” 

“We’ll figure it out together,” Zee promised. “No matter how long it takes, I’ll be here. You can take your time.” 

Zee pull Nunew into a warm hug. He tighten his hands around the Omega.

The two stood there for what felt like an eternity, the weight of their shared pain slowly lifting. For the first time in a decade, they allowed themselves to hope.

Ten years ago, the walls of Zee's condo bore witness to heartbreak.

It was where Nunew had stood, avoiding Zee’s desperate gaze as he forced himself to utter words he didn’t mean. 

"I don’t feel the same anymore, Hia," Nunew had said, his voice slow and unfeeling despite the storm raging within.

"It’s not working out for me." 

Zee had stared at him, disbelieving, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. “What are you saying, Nhu? You are kidding, right? You love me. We’re happy together. Why—why would you—?” 

“I just don’t love you anymore. We are too different.” Nunew had interrupted, forcing a steeliness into his voice that threatened to crack at any moment.

“Let’s end this while we’re still sane.” 

Zee had collapsed in front of Nunew that was standing, tears streaming freely now.

“Is it something I did? You can tell me, Nhu. I can fix it. Right…? You will give me a chance, right?” he hold Nunew hands but the younger one pull away.

Nunew walked to their shared room and he pull his luggage. Zee widen his eyes ni shock and betrayal that Nunew had packing his clothes behind his back. “Nhu— Please!”

“There’s nothing to fix,” Nunew had said, each word tearing at his heart. Nunew put Zee’s master key on the coffee table and walk to the door.

“Just forget me.” 

He had walked out without looking back, his hands clenched tightly at his sides.

As soon as Nunew stepped into the elevator, his resolve crumbled and silent tears began to fall.

His body tremble violently along with his sob.

But he reminded himself of Zee’s mother’s warning. 

Two weeks before, Zee’s mother had invited Nunew to a private meeting at a luxury sushi restaurant.

Her elegant appearance and cold demeanor filled the room with an air of authority. 

“You care about Zee, don’t you?” she had asked, her tone sharp. 

“Yes, Ma’am,” Nunew had replied hesitantly. 

“Then you’ll want to do what’s best for him.” 

She had slid a photograph across the table.

An image of a young woman, poised and graceful. “This is Ditha. Same age as Zee. Soon she be the Director of her parents's oil and gas company. You do know that our family runs oil and gas business, right? Dhita will be Zee’s fiancée. It’s a business arrangement that will secure our family’s future. But you, Nunew…”

She paused, her eyes narrowing over Nunew.

Up and down.

“You’re an orphan. No family, no connections, no status. Do you want Zee to turn his back on everything, his family and status, for someone like you?” 

Nunew’s heart had sunk, but he had remained silent. 

“If you truly love him,” she continued, “You’ll leave him. Quietly and cleanly. Disappear. If you don’t, I’ll make sure Zee’s life becomes a living hell. Do you want that for him?” 

She slides a small piece of paper to Nunew, “This is my number. Name the price and your account number. I will wire the money after you left Zee."

Nunew bite his trembled lips as the woman continued, “No more than one month. Starting today.”

Nunew had no choice. He promised himself he would let Zee go, even if it meant breaking his own heart. 

Nunew had left the city, moving to a distant, small state where no one knew him.

He worked tirelessly as a waiter, keeping his head down and saving every penny.

But the hard of constant labor took its toll. 

One day, while clearing dishes in the kitchen, he had collapsed.

The kind shop owner had rushed him to the hospital, where the news of his pregnancy had come as both a shock and sorrow. 

“Are you okay?” the doctor had asked gently after delivering the news. 

Nunew had nodded weakly, overwhelmed.

“Mind if I ask where is your Alpha?” ask the doctor, softly, as if he knows Nunew’s situation judging by his gloomy reaction just now.

“We… Broke up. I left him.”

The doctor put his hand on Nunew’s. “Do you perhaps… want to abort this baby?”

Nunew stared at the floor with his blank eyes.

“… no. I will keep it.”

For hours, Nunew sat alone, contemplating his next steps. Zee’s mother’s warning echoed in his mind.

The baby is never at fault at the first place. He can’t give up. He may never feel the love from his own blood, but he believe can give it to his child.   

Nunew worked harder than ever, juggling multiple part-time jobs to save enough money for his baby’s arrival.

He ate sparingly, simple meals of rice, eggs, cucumber for the veggies and milk.

Occasionally, when cravings became unbearable, he allowed himself a piece of chicken.

Sometimes he will lined up in the alley as some organizations distribute free foods for those in need.

By the time his pregnancy reached seven months, he was forced to slow down. He found a less hard job at a small bookstore, working the counter.

Somehow everything went smoothly for him.

Nunew decide to deliver his baby at a small rural village after asking the elders in the village.

He scared Zee or his mother will find out about his child and decide to take away from him.

He had suffered enough. He will never let such thing happen.

The day his daughter Zara was born, Nunew felt an overwhelming sense of purpose. Holding her tiny hand in his, he vowed to give her the best life he could.

For the first year, Nunew dedicated himself entirely to raising Zara. He learned and spent more to cook nutritious meals, sang her lullabies and cherished every moment of her first words and wobbly steps. 

When Zara turned one, Nunew had enough funds to hired a nanny to watch over her during the day so he could return to a more serious work that now he has a child to raise.

He started at small and medium-sized companies, gaining experience and building a reputation as a dedicated and skilled employee. 

Over the years, his hard work paid off.

He climbed the corporate ladder, eventually landing a position at a prominent company.

But even with his demanding job, he always made time for Zara. 

When Zara’s school held events, Nunew was there, cheering her on. Zara’s teachers often praised her for her intelligence, politeness and liveliness, crediting Nunew for being an exceptional single parent. 

Three years ago, Nunew decided to take a leap of faith and start his own business starting from scratch.

La Luxe, a jewelry company built on his passion for design and his desire to create a secure future for Zara. 

The road wasn’t easy, but Nunew’s determination never wavered. He balanced his time between work and Zara, ensuring she never felt neglected. 

Zara grew up surrounded by love and stability, becoming a bright and cheerful girl who adored her father.

She would often surprise him with handmade cards, thanking him for being the best dad in the world. A sweet girl she is.

Despite everything he had endured, Nunew never regretted his decision to raise Zara alone.

She was his light, his strength and his greatest achievement. 

After their emotional conversation on the rooftop, Zee and Nunew returned to Zara’s hospital room.

The soft beep of the machines and the gentle hum of the air conditioning filled the quiet space.

Zara, despite her fever, was awake and smiling brightly as a nurse checked her drip bag. 

"Dada!" she called out as soon as she noticed Nunew. Her voice was lively despite her illness. "The nurse said I’m a little better now!" 

Nunew’s heart softened instantly as he approached her bedside, his smile full of warmth.

“Really? That’s wonderful news, baby.” 

Zara nodded enthusiastically, her small hands gripping the blanket over her lap. Then her curious eyes landed on Zee, who stood quietly beside Nunew, smiling at her softly. 

The nurse finished adjusting the drip and turned to Nunew. “Her temperature has gone down significantly. She’s responding well to the treatment. If all goes well tonight, she should be discharged by tomorrow afternoon.” 

Nunew nodded, a wave of relief washing over him. “Thank you so much, nurse.” 

As the nurse left the room, Zara’s curiosity got the better of her. She tilted her head, her big, sparkling eyes studying Zee.

“Dada?” 

“Yes, honey?” Nunew replied, crouching slightly to meet her gaze. 

“Who is this uncle? Is he your friend?” Zara asked innocently, pointing at Zee. 

Nunew blinked, his mind racing to come up with an answer.

“Uh... He... He is—” 

Before he could finish, Zee stepped forward, his tone gentle and warm. “Hello, Zara. I’m your Dada’s business partner. I’m Uncle Zee.” He crouched slightly to her level, holding out his hand with a soft smile. 

Zara’s eyes lit up as she eagerly took his hand, shaking it firmly. “Nice to meet you, Uncle Zee! You’re so handsome!” 

Both Zee and Nunew chuckled at her candid remark. “Thank you, Zara,” Zee replied, his heart swelling with affection for the little girl. 

The rest of the day passed in a blur of laughter and stories.

Zee stayed by Zara’s bedside, chatting and playing games with her. She was a bundle of energy, even while bedridden, her sweetness and politeness shining through in every word she said. 

“Uncle Zee, do you like ice cream?” she asked at one point, her tone serious as if the question carried great weight. 

“Of course I do,” Zee replied, feigning a serious tone to match hers. “Chocolate is my favorite. What about you?” 

To be honest, Zee wasn’t much of a fan of sugary things. He never really a sweet tooth.

But then he remembered. He had learned to appreciate sweets in a whole new way ever since meeting Nunew.

Zee had been a little hesitant at first, but he’d indulged his curiosity.

What followed was a long series of shared moments involving every type of sweet imaginable. From street vendors selling traditional desserts, to elaborate desserts at high-end restaurants.

Nunew’s enthusiasm for sweets had been infectious and before he knew it, Zee found himself eagerly trying new things, laughing along as Nunew made a show of taking the first bite and teasing Zee to join in.

He missed that memories so much.

“Me too!” Zara exclaimed, clapping her hands. ““We have ice cream all the time at home!” she said, as if revealing a grand secret. “Dada gets the strawberry one, but I always get the chocolate one, just like you!”

Nunew, who had been quietly observing them from the corner of the room, felt his heart stir.

Seeing Zara and Zee together felt surreal, almost like a dream he never dared to have. 

Zee gaze flicking toward the corner of the room where Nunew had been quietly observing them.

Zee noticed the way Nunew’s eyes softened whenever he looked at Zara, the way his lips twitched into a smile whenever she said something especially adorable.

Zara seemed to sense the connection between them too. Her eyes brightened as she pointed toward Nunew.

“Dada!” she called out, her voice carrying a playful note. “Uncle Zee likes chocolate ice cream just like me! You should bring him to our house sometimes!”

Nunew’s gaze shifted to Zara, and for a split second, Zee could see the vulnerability in his eyes. He could tell that Nunew had been quietly observing their exchange, almost as though he didn’t believe it was real. It was as if seeing Zee so happy with Zara was like a dream he hadn’t dared to hope for.

Zee’s heart tugged as he met Nunew’s eyes, silently conveying all the emotions he felt in that fleeting glance.

Love, guilt, longing and the hope that they might still have a future together.

“You cannot ask someone you just know to your house like that, Zara,” said Nunew with a playful frown.

Zara’s big boba eyes blinking at his Dada like a puppy, “But Uncle Zee is someone that you know! He's your business partner.” making Zee smiled.

Nunew chuckled. He can never win against that puppy face.

“Okay then. Maybe I will.” Nunew said, his voice low but warm, breaking the silence between them.

Nunew took a step toward the bed, his hand lingering on Zara’s shoulder as he leaned down to give her a kiss on the forehead. “But only if you promise to save some for me too,” he added with a playful smile.

Zara giggled, nodding earnestly. “I promise, Dada! We can all share!”

Zee’s lips curved into a smile, his heart swelling with warmth as he looked between Nunew and Zara.

It was moments like this.

Simple, innocent moments that made everything seem worth it. Despite the struggles, despite the distance that had grown between him and Nunew, he still found himself here, with them.

And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

As the evening wore on, Zara began to tire. Zee helped her settle back into bed, adjusting her blanket gently.

“You’re such a brave girl, Zara,” he said softly. “Rest well tonight, okay?” 

Zara yawned but smiled brightly. “Okay, Uncle Zee. Will you come back tomorrow?” 

Zee nodded without hesitation. “I’ll be here. Promise.” 

As the clock struck nine, Zee stood to leave. He turned to Nunew. “The nurse said Zara can be discharged tomorrow afternoon, right?” 

Nunew nodded. “Yes, her temperature has dropped, so it should be fine.” 

“Good,” Zee said firmly. “I’ll come by at 11 to take you both home.” 

Nunew hesitated. “It’s okay, Zee. I can book a Grab car. You don’t have to trouble yourself.”

Zee silently winched at the name Nunew called him.

Zee.

Back to the square one. But it’s okay. It’s better than Chairman Pruk. And there is plenty of time for the change to his favorite nickname back.

Hia.

Zee swore to himself to make it happen again, no matter how long it will take.

Zee tsk-ed at him, shaking his head. “I WANT to, Nhu. Please, let me do this for you and Zara.” 

Nunew sighed, giving in. “Alright. I thank you then.” 

As Zee walked toward the door, he suddenly stopped and turned back.

Gently, he reached for Nunew’s hand, holding it in his own. His thumb brushed over Nunew’s knuckles as the warmth of his touch sending shivers through Nunew. 

“You’ve done so well, Nhu,” Zee said, his voice filled with emotion. “You’ve raised Zara into a perfect little girl. I want you to know how amazing you are. Thank you for doing such a good job.” 

Nunew felt his throat tighten as Zee lifted his hand and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it.

The gesture was tender and reverent, leaving Nunew speechless. 

“I think,” Zee continued, his lips curling into a small, bittersweet smile, “I’ve fallen in love with you all over again.” 

Before Nunew could respond, Zee released his hand gently. “See you tomorrow,” Zee said with a warm smile, then turned and walked toward the elevator. 

As the elevator doors closed behind Zee, Nunew stood frozen in place, his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. He could feel his heart pounding erratically, each beat louder than the last. 

He touched the back of his hand where Zee had kissed him, his mind replaying the moment over and over.

“Falling in love with me again…” he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible. 

A small smile crept onto his lips, despite his best efforts to suppress it. For the first time in years, Nunew allowed himself to hope.

For Zara, for himself and maybe, just maybe, for something.

Exactly at 11 a.m., the sound of a soft knock echoed through Zara’s hospital room.

Nunew, who was helping Zara pack her favorite coloring books, looked up and smiled. “Come in.”

The door opened to reveal Zee, holding a small bouquet of fresh sunflowers in his hand. His gaze immediately softened as he saw Zara’s bright smile.

“Uncle Zee!” Zara exclaimed, her eyes lighting up.

“Hello, pretty,” Zee said warmly, stepping inside. He knelt to her level and handed her the bouquet. “These are for you. I noticed you like sunflowers. You draw them a lot, don’t you?”

Zara gasped, holding the bouquet close to her chest. “Oh, I love them! Thank you, Uncle Zee! They’re so pretty!”

Nunew, watching the interaction, couldn’t help but feel a pang of warmth. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Zee,” he said softly.

Zee turned to him with a small smile. “Small matter.”

Zee took care of all the hospital bills before they left, brushing off Nunew’s attempts to object. “Please, Nhu,” he said firmly. “Let me do this.”

Zara held onto her bouquet as they walked out of the hospital together.

Zee personally droves them home in his sleek white Porsche Cayenne. Zara chatted animatedly in the backseat, her voice filling the car with stories about her school and her love for drawing.

Zee listened attentively, occasionally glancing at her through the rearview mirror with a soft smile.

Meanwhile, Nunew sat quietly in the passenger seat, sneaking glances at Zee. There was something different about him.

Gentler, more patient and unwaveringly kind.

When they arrived at Nunew’s apartment, Nunew hesitated before speaking. “Would you like to come inside? It’s not much, just a small place, but…”

Zee turned to him, his gaze sincere. “I’d love to.”

Inside, the apartment was warm. The living room was decorated with soft pastel tones, potted plants and Zara’s drawings framed on the walls.

The scent of vanilla lingered in the air, adding to the cozy ambiance.

“This is lovely,” Zee said, looking around with genuine admiration. “It’s clean, cozy.and beautifully decorated. You’ve made it a sweet home.”

Nunew felt a blush creep up his neck. “Thank you.”

Nunew served Zee tea, because there is no coffee at home as he never liked coffee and cookies that he and Zara had baked together a few days ago.

As Zee took a bite, his eyes widened in delight.

“These are amazing,” he said, his voice full of praise. “You and Zara made these?”

Nunew nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “She loves helping in the kitchen. Baking is one of her favorite activities.”

“She’s talented, just like her Dada,” Zee said, his tone teasing yet sincere.

Nunew chuckled softly but didn’t reply, feeling a warmth settle in his chest.

After finishing the tea, Zee cleared his throat. “Can we talk for a moment?”

Nunew nodded, setting down his cup. “Of course.”

Turning to Zara, Zee smiled. “Zara, baby, why don’t you go play in your room for a bit? I’ll be here when you’re done.”

“Okay, Uncle Zee!” Zara chirped before running off with her bouquet in hand.

Once they were alone, Zee leaned forward slightly, his expression serious yet gentle. “Nhu, can I request something?”

Nunew tilted his head, his brows furrowed slightly. “I’ll listen.”

Zee hesitated for a moment before speaking, his voice steady but hopeful. “Can I visit Zara more often? Twice a month? Is that too much? Or… once a month?”

For a moment, Nunew was silent, his gaze softening as he processed Zee’s words.

Then, a small, genuine smile appeared on his lips.

“Twice a month? That’s mean. You can visit whenever you want, Zee. But please inform me in advance.”

Zee blinked, visibly moved. “Really? Thank you, Nhu. That means so much to me.”

“I will… tell Zara that you’re her father,” Nunew said after a pause, his voice quiet but firm. “But… I need some time. Is it okay with you?”

Zee nodded immediately, his expression understanding. “Take all the time you need. There’s no rush. I trust you. I am more than grateful for your decision on this.”

Zee was about to come into Zara room, but his phone rings and his secretary told him that he had an emergency important meeting to attend.

Thankfully, Zara is sleeping, dozing off while her hand holding a pencil. He told Nunew about the meeting and excuse himself.

As Zee prepared to leave, he stopped by the door and turned back to look at Nunew. “You’re an incredible father, Nhu,” he said softly. “Zara is such a wonderful, bright child because of you. I’m grateful for everything you’ve done for her.”

Before Nunew could respond, Zee reached for his hand and held it gently, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. “See you soon.”

With that, Zee left, leaving Nunew standing in the doorway with a heart that felt impossibly full.

As the door clicked shut, Nunew touched the back of his hand, his cheeks flushing a deep red. He couldn’t help but smile. A quiet, tender smile filled with both hope and a cautious kind of happiness.

Wondering what’s with zee with hand kissing, not that he’s complaining though.

Zee was more radiant now, his smile brighter, his eyes warmer.

Every visit was like a little slice of home that he didn’t realize he was missing.

He had been coming over about three times a week when his schedule allowed, but with each visit, the bond between him with Zara and him with Nunew, deepened.

Nunew, on the other hand, had spent many sleepless nights thinking about when and how to tell Zara the truth about Zee.

He knew it was the time.

Zara deserved to know. She had a right to know. But telling her felt so monumental, so heavy, that even after weeks of contemplation, he still wasn’t entirely sure how to approach it.

That night, after a simple dinner, Nunew sat down with Zara at the coffee table at the living room, watching her scribble away at her homework.

He had made a decision. The truth couldn’t wait any longer. But his heart raced as he wondered how she would react.

“Baby…” Nunew’s voice was soft, almost nervous.

Zara didn’t look up at first, too focused on her math problems, but her head lifted slowly. Her big brown eyes, so full of innocence, met his gaze. “Yes, Dada?” she asked, her tone sweet and expectant.

Nunew cleared his throat, trying to steady his nerves. “Dada has something to tell you.”

Zara paused.

Her small pencil hovered above the page as she studied her father’s face. She could sense that something important was coming.

She set the pencil down and gave him her full attention. “What is it, Dada?”

Nunew let out a shaky breath, then spoke, his words slower and more deliberate than usual. “Dada and Uncle Zee used to be lovers, back then. And… Uncle Zee is actually your biological father. When I was pregnant with you, we had some situation so we can't be together.”

The words hung in the air like a weight, but Nunew couldn’t bear to look away.

His heart pounded, waiting for Zara’s reaction. He wasn’t sure if she would understand, or if she would be confused, or worse, upset.

Zara stared at him, her face momentarily blank as she processed the information. Her lips parted as she worked through what he had said, trying to make sense of it.

Then, in the quiet that followed, she blinked slowly.

“Um… So I actually have two parents, like everyone else?” she asked, tilting her head slightly, as though this was simply another fact to add to the list of things she was learning about the world.

Nunew smiled nervously, his relief palpable but fleeting. “Yes, sweetheart. You do.”

A long pause filled the space between them, and Zara’s brows furrowed.

Then, her face broke into the most delighted grin. She bounced a little in her chair, eyes sparkling. “Really?! And my father is Uncle Zee?” she asked, her voice full of joy.

Nunew’s heart skipped a beat. It was in that moment that he realized just how much hope he had been holding onto.

That Zara would understand, that she wouldn’t feel betrayed, that she wouldn’t be scared.

He nodded, his smile matching hers. “Yes, baby. Uncle Zee is your father.”

Zara’s grin widened and she stood up from her chair, pacing around excitedly. “That’s amazing! So amazing!” she giggled, clapping her hands together in sheer happiness.

“I have two parents!” She jumped up and down like a little child who had just discovered something wondrous.

Nunew chuckled softly, wiping a tear that had formed in his eye.

Watching his daughter so happy, so unburdened by the complexities of the world, filled him with both joy and a tinge of sadness for all the years that had passed without this truth.

Zara stopped bouncing and looked back at him with a more thoughtful expression. “Do Uncle Zee know this?” she asked, her head tilting slightly as if she was trying to make sure she understood everything correctly.

Nunew smiled warmly, the knots in his stomach unwinding. “Of course, sweetheart,” he said softly. “Uncle Zee knows. He’s has known for some time.”

Zara’s face lit up again, her eyes bright with excitement. “Then… can I call Uncle Zee Papa?” she asked shyly, as if the very thought of it made her nervous.

Nunew’s heart skipped a beat.

The question, simple yet profound, was everything he had hoped for.

He hadn’t expected Zara to ask so soon, but the hope and love in her eyes made it impossible to resist. He reached out to gently take her hand, a tender smile on his face. “You can ask Uncle Zee when he comes back from Japan next week,” he said softly, the smile still lingering on his lips.

Then something cross hid mind.

“How about this—”

The two of them began to plan something, what to say, when to say it, and how best to make it a happy moment for all three of them. Zara was thrilled.

The moment Zee landed in Thailand, his thoughts immediately turned to Nunew and Zara.

His heart yearned to be with them.

Zee starts to thinking when he wants to come to meet both of his candies, making sure that Nunew is not busy so it would not burden the Omega.

As he sat in his office, finishing up a proposal for the production manager, his phone buzzed. He glanced down at the screen to see a message from Nunew.

Nunew: Do you want to come over tomorrow for dinner? We will make chocolate tart tonight. Zara misses you.

Zee’s heart fluttered at the thought of seeing them again. He quickly typed back.

Zee: I’d love to. I miss Zara too, tell her for me. What about you? Do you miss me too?

There was a slight pause before Nunew’s reply came.

Nunew: Great. You can come around 8.

Zee chuckled softly. Seems like there’s still a long way to go, he thought, but he didn’t mind.

He would take it all in stride, because this time, everything felt right. He would follow Nunew’s pace even if it takes a decade.

That shows how much he wants Nunew.

Zee arrived sharp at 8 p.m., carrying a bag filled with treats from his recent trip to Japan.

The door opened and Zara was the first to greet him with her excited energy.

“Uncle Zee! I miss you!” she exclaimed, her voice bright with joy.

Zee couldn’t help but smile at the sight of her. The little girl he had grown so fond of was standing there, her arms wide open.

Without thinking, he scooped her up into his arms, twirling her around. “I missed you too, sweetheart!” he said, his voice full of warmth, his heart swelling at the simple joy of being close to her.

Nunew watched them with a soft smile, his heart filled with love. The warmth in the house was lovely, and it made his chest tighten.

“Put your things in the living room, Zee. Dinner’s ready,” Nunew called as he set the final dishes on the table.

Zee nodded, a twinkle in his eye as he placed the paper bag down gently in the living room. “Smells amazing. And how can you be cooking like this?” he said, his voice full of affection.

Nunew frowns, “Like what?” he looks down to his oversized black T-shirt and short black pants.

“Like an angel. So beautiful. Right, Zara?” Zee nudge Zara as he carries the girl to the living room.

Zara nodded, “Dada always looks beautiful! My friends also said my Dada pretty!”

Nunew chuckled, “What a sweet mouth.” he mutters.

Dinner that night was a comfortable mix of laughter and conversation. The table was filled with delicious food, the kind that made you feel like you were home.

Zara chattered excitedly about school, her friends and all the things that made her world bright. Zee listened intently, laughing along with her stories, while Nunew sat across from them, a content smile on his face.

It was such a simple, beautiful moment.

A family just being together.

After dinner, they moved to the living room, where a platter of fresh fruit awaited them.

Zee took the opportunity to present his souvenir, handing Zara the treats and a neatly wrapped set of pajamas from his company’s new collection.

The designs were delicate and colorful, straight from the Japan branch and Zara’s eyes lit up as she held the set in her hands.

“These are so pretty! Look Dada! You got is too! It’s a matching pajamas! We can wear it together!” Zara exclaimed, her voice filled with awe.

“I’m glad you like them,” Zee said, his voice soft, his eyes warm as he watched Zara’s excitement.

Nunew smiled at the sight, but as he watched Zee interact with Zara, he felt his emotions bubbling up.

It was time.

He had prepared for this moment in his mind for weeks, but now that it was here, he was nervous. Still, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Actually, we have something to tell you,” he said, his voice quieter now.

Zee looked at him curiously. “What is it?”

Nunew motioned for Zara to come closer. She skipped over to them, smiling brightly as she sat down next to Nunew, who gently pulled her onto his lap.

“Zara, said to Uncle Zee about what we’ve discussed before.” Nunew began, his voice warm but nervous.

Zara turned to Zee, her face lighting up. “Dada said you are my daddy!” she announced, her voice filled with excitement.

Zee’s heart stopped.

His eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat.

He turned to Nunew, his gaze filled with a mixture of surprise, wonder and a little fear.

“You told her already?” Zee asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Nunew nodded gently, his face soft and understanding. “Yes. I told her.”

Zee’s eyes welled up as he looked at Zara. “I—I am your daddy.” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “Zara… do you… hate me?”

Zara frowned, her small face filled with concern. “Why would I?” she asked, reaching up to gently touch his face.

Tears started flowing freely from Zee’s eyes and he didn’t try to hide them.

He couldn’t.

Tears welled in Zee’s eyes as he looked at her. “Because I wasn’t here with you,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I wasn’t there to see you grow up.”

Zara’s little pout deepened and she stood up, walking over to Zee. She placed her hands on his face, her touch warm and reassuring.

“It’s okay…” she whispered, her voice soft and comforting. “Dada said you had your reasons. Don’t cry…” She wiped away his tears and Zee’s heart cracked with the love he felt for her.

Nunew’s eyes were brimming with tears too, and he sniffled softly, a chuckle escaping him. “Ask him now, baby,” he whispered to Zara.

Zara’s face lit up again, her smile reaching her eyes as she grinned. “Then... Can I call you Papa?” she asked shyly, a touch of hesitation in her voice, as if she was asking permission for something very important.

The question caught Zee off guard.

His heart stuttered and the lump in his throat grew. He looked at Nunew, who nodded softly, encouraging him to answer.

Zee chocked on his own tears, his heart breaking with joy. He pulled Zara into his arms, hugging her tightly.

“Yes, sweetheart. Yes, you can call me Papa,” he whispered, gathering her into his arms and holding her tightly. “God knows how much I’ve dreamed of hearing that.”

Zara nestled into his chest, her small voice full of joy. “Papa… I like it. I like it a lot,” she giggled, as Zee squeezed her tighter, overwhelmed by the depth of this moment.

Then, Nunew did something that took Zee by surprise. He reached over and gently pet Zee’s head, his voice soft but filled with love and hope. “Zee,” he said, his voice trembling.

“Can I start call you Hia again?”

Zee froze.

He had never expected those words would be this fast, not after everything.

His heart stilled as he looked up into Nunew’s eyes, searching for the sincerity that he knew had always been there.

Nunew add, "We would like to welcome you into our small family."

Zee’s eyes filled with unshed tears once again as he stared at Nunew. His heart was a wave of emotions, but one thing was clear.

He was home.

“Yes, Nhu. You can call me Hia.” he whispered, his voice raw. “I’ve always wanted that. I’ve always wanted you to accept me back. Thank you for accepting me again.” Zee’s tears began to fall freely, tears of pure joy, of longing finally fulfilled.

Nunew’s smile deepened, and he leaned in, his forehead gently touching Zee’s.

Then, without saying another word, he closed the distance between them and kissed Zee. The kiss they had both longed for.

It was slow, tender and full of the love and understanding they had only just begun to rediscover.

The kiss lingered and for the first time in so many years, both of them felt like they were exactly where they were meant to be.

The warmth of the moment was overwhelming, and as they pulled back, they smiled at each other, knowing that this was only the beginning.

A family, reunited and whole again.

Zee looked at Zara, who was now cuddled into Nunew’s lap, her eyes already closing in contentment.

With a soft sigh, he whispered, “I’m never leaving again. I love both of you so much.”

Nunew nodded, his hand resting gently on Zara’s head, his heart full. “We love you too. We’re home now, Hia,” he said softly. “You’re home.”

And in that quiet, beautiful moment, everything felt right. Everything felt perfect.

The End.