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"Papa would be angry, PermPoon!!!" the little boy whined, tugging at PermPoon’s shirt with all his tiny strength to stop the older boy.
"Uncle would be angry with you, not me," PermPoon shot back smugly, holding the bowl tighter.
Domiia’s lips wobbled, his big eyes filling with frustration. He hated when PermPoon was right.
Papa adored PermPoon. Everyone knew it. He was Pond and Phuwin’s only child, an Alpha with cat-like eyes from his papa. Even when Santa was pregnant with Domiia, Phuwin had trusted PermPoon to keep him company.
Now, two tiny whirlwinds stood on chairs in the kitchen, flower-printed aprons swallowing their little frames. PermPoon clutched the bowl like it was treasure while Domiia stretched and grabbed at it with all his might.
"Phi Perm… what if we mess it up? Papa’s already tired," Domiia whispered, his voice trembling, his eyes shimmering with worry.
PermPoon stopped, placing the bowl back on the counter with care. He slipped his small hand into Domiia’s and squeezed it.
"Domiia and I will make something easy. Something uncle Ta will like, okay? I’ll peel the bananas, and you pour the grapes and berries into the bowl."
Domiia’s entire face lit up, his gloom vanishing in an instant. He nodded eagerly, bouncing in place.
Upstairs, Santa slept soundly, arms wrapped around pillows in place of the little bodies that usually crowded him. His sweet vanilla scent filled the room, curling warmly against Perth’s musky one, wrapping him in comfort.
Downstairs, giggles echoed as the bowl of fruit came together, drizzled with chocolate into a smiley face. Their laughter turned into muffled snickers as they smeared Nutella, peanut butter, and jam on bread, cutting them into stars, circles, triangles, and rectangles.
With milk poured carefully into glasses, they stepped back to admire their creation. Domiia’s eyes sparkled.
"Papa’s gonna LOVE it, Phi!"
"Shhh!" PermPoon hissed.
Domiia slapped a hand over his mouth, eyes wide, before bursting into a sheepish giggle.
PermPoon lifted the tray, his small hands wobbling under the weight. Domiia held the flowers they’d picked from the garden, his chest puffed proudly.
The bedroom door creaked. The boys tiptoed in, placing the tray on the table. Then, with a mischievous look, they replaced the pillows and wriggled into Santa’s arms.
A soft laugh slipped from Santa’s lips—he had been awake the whole time.
Both boys froze, then immediately burrowed deeper against him.
"What is it, Miia and Permie?" Santa asked, wrapping his arms around them, voice warm and amused.
"Papa… here, for you." Domiia pulled a pink flower from behind his back, cheeks turning rosy.
Santa’s heart melted. He kissed Domiia’s forehead, then turned to wide-eyed PermPoon.
"And what does my Permie have for uncle?"
The boys scrambled down and proudly carried the tray over.
Santa’s breath caught. Fruits arranged into a smiley face. Bread in adorable shapes. One big glass of milk and two little ones.
Emotion swelled in his chest. He laughed, full and bubbly, then scooped the two boys into his arms. They squealed and giggled as he placed them on his lap, both wriggling like happy kittens.
"Did… uncle like it?" PermPoon whispered shyly.
Santa’s eyes stung with emotion. He kissed the boy’s hair.
"Of course, my love. Uncle loves it so much. Let me wash up, then Miia, Permie, and I will eat together, okay?"
Their faces lit up with joy, nodding eagerly.
When Santa returned in an oversized shirt and shorts, he found them arguing softly over the flower.
"Should we call uncle Joong?" PermPoon whispered.
"Nooo, Poon! Papa doesn’t like disturbing people!" Domiia shook his head.
"But uncle was still hot when we laid down… what if he has a fever again?" PermPoon’s eyes shimmered with tears.
Domiia hugged him quickly. "Then… then let’s call Daddy and uncle Pond!"
Before their worry could grow, Santa scooped them up from behind, hugging them tight.
"Stop worrying, little devils. Papa’s perfectly fine."
"B-but P-PermPoon said Papa can get fever," Domiia mumbled, voice breaking as his small fingers clutched Santa’s shirt.
Santa kissed his temple, rocking him gently side to side. "Papa is fine, Miia. I promise—if I feel bad, I’ll call Daddy or Uncle Pond right away, okay?"
PermPoon sniffled, his eyes shimmering. "And papa too?" he asked seriously, lip wobbling.
Santa chuckled softly, brushing a kiss to his forehead. "Of course, Phi Phuwin too. You both worry too much… but do you know something?"
The boys blinked up at him, wide-eyed.
"It makes Papa feel so, so loved," Santa whispered, squeezing them tighter. "My two little devils… Papa is the luckiest."
Their frowns melted, replaced by bashful giggles as Santa booped their noses. The tension finally slipped away.
Santa fed them between bites, listening as they talked with wild little hand gestures. Chocolate smeared their lips and his, and laughter filled the room.
This was home. His Miia. His PermPoon. His everything. Only his Alpha was missing.
When the breakfast was over, Santa tried to clean up alone, but of course, two little shadows followed him to the kitchen, helping carry plates and glasses with clumsy determination.
His heart swelled. Two little devils—but his devils.
Once the kitchen was spotless, they raised their arms. Santa crouched, letting PermPoon climb onto his back while he cradled Domiia in his arm.
Back in the room, the boys curled into the bed and drifted off almost instantly, tired from their morning adventure.
Santa stroked their hair, pressing soft kisses to their foreheads, then tucked the blanket around them with infinite care.
Sitting beside them, his heart full, Santa smiled.
This warmth. This love. This—this was everything.
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Perth couldn’t focus—how could he, when his two little babies were home with another small devil running around? His chest ached with the need to just finish this and go home.
The production team had even offered him a day off, knowing his omega was unwell, but Santa being Santa had insisted. "You need to go, Phi. I’ll be okay." Always selfless, always pushing him forward.
"Bro… focus!" Phuwin nudged him, snapping him out of his thoughts. "You can endure a little more." His grin gave away that he was enjoying this way too much.
Perth scowled. "Your devil must be teasing my son’s mother in the house right now!"
"Well—your son’s mother loves my devil son!" Phuwin shot back, smirk widening.
Perth’s hand twitched. Strangling him sounds tempting right about now.
"My-"
"Both of you, can you stop?" Est cut in before it escalated further.
But Pond, still half in his Thee character, slid between them, voice sharp as ice. "Don’t talk loudly to my PhuPhu."
Both Perth and Phuwin groaned in unison, already tired of Pond’s nonstop “Thee” antics. Usually, Santa could break the act with silly faces and wiggles of his brows, but without him here today, Pond was in full character.
Too full.
Phuwin, clearly at the end of his rope, just stood on tiptoe and kissed his Alpha right on the mouth. Pond froze, ears burning crimson.
Est and Perth burst out laughing, doubling over, clutching their stomachs.
"Done, Khun Thee?"Perth teased, high-fiving Phuwin. For a second, even sworn enemies could share a laugh.
After that, everyone settled down and quickly finished filming for the day.
They rode together, but Perth’s thoughts were far away. His chest ached with silence. No whiny "I miss you Phi Chaiii," no soft" I love you, Babe"—the words that usually filled his phone, meant only for him.
He rubbed his thumb against his palm, restless. Why hasn’t he called? Is he too tired to even pick up his phone? Did the little devils make him overwork again?
Every little thought gnawed at him. Santa’s sweet scent of vanilla wasn’t here to soothe him, no warm voice to calm his edges. The world just felt colder without it.
He almost missed Pond talking beside him, only catching the tail end of his words. His mind was already upstairs in their condo, already wrapping around his baby and their little boy.
The silence from Santa today weighed heavier than anything else.
By the time Perth unlocked his BMW, Pond clapped him on the back. "Take care of Ta. Don’t let him come to set tomorrow either."
Perth’s eyes softened, a rare vulnerability flashing through. He nodded once, firmly.
The moment they pulled into the condo, Perth didn’t waste a second. He unbuckled, rushed upstairs—Pond and Phuwin trailing quietly behind.
The living room was spotless, the faint smell of pasta still in the air. But it was upstairs, when Perth opened the bedroom door, that he froze.
So did the others.
There, on the bed, was Santa. PermPoon curled tightly into his left arm, thumb in his mouth, small chest rising and falling peacefully. On Santa’s chest, little Domiia clung with both fists to his shirt, drooling against it, as if afraid to let go even in sleep. Santa’s arms wrapped around both boys, holding them close, keeping them safe.
It was the softest, warmest sight in the world.
"Perth, Pond—take a picture!" Phuwin whispered excitedly, tugging at Perth’s sleeve. His own eyes glistened as he crouched down, hand gently resting on his son’s tiny back.
Perth and Pond scrambled for their phones, both grinning like fools as they captured the moment. Their hearts felt impossibly full.
Pond eventually moved forward, gently scooping his small son into his arms. Santa stirred, eyelids fluttering, arms instinctively reaching to keep hold.
Phuwin pressed a reassuring hand over Santa’s. "It’s okay, Ta. Just us."
"Phi…" Santa’s voice was groggy, soft. Perth leaned down quickly, gathering Domiia into his arms, cooing at him, kissing his little forehead.
"Sleep, Nong Phu and I are just picking up Poon," Pond whispered, ruffling Santa’s hair.
Santa was reluctant, his doe eyes begging them to stay, but after soft coaxing from Phuwin, he let them go. With quiet goodbyes, the family slipped out, leaving the room hushed and calm.
Now it was just Perth, Santa, and their baby.
Santa shifted onto Perth’s lap, his big eyes locking onto his Alpha’s. "Phii… I missed you so much." His hand traced down the veins of Perth’s arm, voice shaky but full of warmth.
Perth’s lips softened into a smile. "Phi missed you too, TaTa." He kissed him slowly—forehead, eyes, nose, cheeks, earlobes—before finally capturing his lips.
Santa giggled when his jawline was nibbled, shoving his face into Perth’s stomach. "Phiii!"
Perth chuckled, stars shining in his eyes. "Chai khub, love?"
Santa’s blush deepened, his sweet scent of vanilla and rain filling the room. Domiia shifted in Perth’s arms, purring softly, soothed by it.
"You know, Phi…" Santa peeked out, eyes sparkling. "Domiia and PermPoon made breakfast for meee!" His voice squeaked with excitement, hands clutching Perth’s larger one. "They even fed me! They were so worried about my fever, they almost called Phi Joong!"
Perth just smiled, carding fingers through his baby’s hair, letting him ramble. Santa lay against his chest, ear pressed to the steady heartbeat that grounded him.
"P-Phii…"
"Yes, sweetheart?"
Santa hesitated, cheeks burning. His lashes lowered, hiding his flustered eyes as he twisted the hem of the shirt between his fingers. "I… I was thinking…"
Perth hummed, brushing his lips against the crown of his baby’s head. "Thinking about what, hmm?"
Santa bit his lip, then peeked up shyly, eyes sparkling with both nerves and excitement. "C-can we… give Miia another sibling?"
His voice dropped to a whisper, almost like he regretted asking, before quickly adding, "I mean—Domiia would like a… sibling…"
Perth froze, then broke into quiet laughter, cupping Santa’s warm cheeks. "My TaTa…" he murmured, eyes full of fondness. "You’re too precious. You look like a kitten asking for milk."
Santa squeaked, hiding his face against Perth’s chest. "Phiii! Don’t tease!"
Perth’s smirk softened into a smile as he leaned close, voice husky. "Do you want to make one now, hmm?"
Santa gasped, smacking his chest, ears red. "Nooo, Phiii! Not now, Miia is here!"
Perth only chuckled, scooping him up bridal-style. Santa yelped, clinging like a koala.
"Then we’ll make one in the guest room," Perth teased.
"PHII! I wanted—but not nowww!" Santa whined, burying his face in his Alpha’s neck, his vanilla scent spilling everywhere.
"Too late, my love…" Perth whispered, carrying him away as Santa squealed and clung tighter.