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Imagination.
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Three year old Oh-Ae had the imagination of a three year old. He was always making up stories when he was playing with his friend Rainy, or when he was by himself. Keng and Namping found it fascinating as they watched him. One day he’d be a pilot, the next a dolphin, making high pitched noises that shook Keng and Namping’s brain painfully. It was always funny, and maybe it’s because his daddy and papa are actors, or he just needs to play to be less bored, but Keng and Namping loved every minute of it.
The day has started off normally. Oh-Ae had woken up his parents by walking into their room, and jumping on their bed, screaming about it being Saturday, and that means papa and daddy get to stay home for the day. He kept jumping until Keng grabbed him and pulled him into a cuddle, making him giggle and squeal in delight. “C’mon daddy,” he turns to Namping, who is half asleep, face still smushed into his pillow, “I want pancakes.” Oh-Ae pokes Namping’s cheek, giggling as he does.
Namping groans, “why is it that when you want something cooked, it’s daddy. And when you want to play, it’s always papa?”
Keng laughs and sits up, leaning over slightly to run his fingers through Namping’s fringe, light and loving. Oh-Ae is now sitting up, legs crossed, “because daddy can cook, and papa can’t.”
Oof, Keng makes a wounded sound and Namping giggles, “tell me how you really feel Oh.”
Oh-Ae stands up and bounces off the bed, “I’ll be waiting.” And then he’s gone, out the door, leaving his parents in laughter. Such a funny little boy.
When Keng and Namping are a little more awake, and dressed in a soft t-shirts and jogging bottoms, they head to the kitchen and find Oh-Ae sitting at the table, with some colouring pencils and a colouring book. Namping gets started on their breakfast and Keng starts their coffee and prepares warm milk for Oh-Ae. He gives his son his drink, and he thanks him before going back to his colouring book. It’s a simple and domestic morning, Keng has a few work calls to make and Namping has his house duties to do, but mornings are for the three of them. Oh-Ae is soft and quiet in the mornings, he’s been that way since he was born. He didn’t cry that much when he was a baby, but when he did, it shook the house. The kid had a good set of lungs. As he grew, he became more loud, but only during the afternoons, Keng and Namping didn’t know why, but they loved it.
Namping dishes up their breakfast, two pancakes for himself with banana’s and a small dose of syrup, three pancakes for Keng, doused in too much syrup, and two for Oh-Ae, slathered in Nutella. This breakfast is once a week, he doesn’t make it a habit for Oh-Ae to eat a copious amount of Nutella. Keng walks over to the table and sets down his and Namping’s coffee and tells his son to move his colouring book and crayons to the side. Namping walks over with Oh-Ae’s pancakes, and their son looks at the delicious pancakes and then looks up at his daddy, boba eyes blinking wide, “thank you daddy.”
Namping also places Keng’s down in front of him and Keng looks up at him with the love of love in his eyes, “thank you my love.” Namping feels himself blush and he leans down to rub their noses together. Namping quickly grabs his own breakfast from the counter and sits down with his two favourite boys in the whole world and they start eating.
“Do you need help cutting yours up Oh?” Namping asks as he cuts his own and stabs it with a fork.
Oh-Ae shakes his head, using his knife and fork. He’s recently mastered using the utensils and he’s a little stubborn when it comes to it, claiming ‘I’m big boy now daddy,’ and doesn’t need help. Their breakfast continues and they talk about their weeks and what weekend adventures will be held.
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When the afternoon hits, that’s when things get interesting for the parents. Shortly after breakfast, Keng went to his office to make his work calls, and one meeting for an endorsement deal for overseas. Namping did housework that included changing their sheets and also Oh-Ae’s sheets and bedding, doing the laundry, restocking a few pantry items, mopping the kitchen, and cleaning their bathrooms. By the time he was finished, it was lunch time, and he could hear Keng wrapping up his meeting. Oh-Ae was in his bedroom playing, Namping could hear him talking to himself. He had asked for a snack at 11:30, so Namping handed him a banana and he scampered back to his room.
Namping had just finished plating up their lunch, omelets over rice when Keng walked in, kissing Namping’s neck as Oh-Ae wasn’t in the room. Namping brings their lunch to the table and goes to call Oh-Ae but the three year old comes walking into the kitchen, having a very intense conversation while holding the banana to his ear.
“No, I don’t care about that,” he huffs, stopping in the middle of the kitchen. Namping and Keng freeze and watch their son, “seriously?! But that wasn’t the deal we made!”
Keng and Namping look at each other, both puzzled and slightly amused. “Lunch is ready, my love.” Namping calls, “come sit.”
Oh-Ae nods his head, “I have to go, lunch meeting. Have those files on my desk by four.” He sighs out loud, dragging his tiny hand down his face and makes his way to the table, climbing into his booster seat like a middle aged man with a 9-5 plus overtime.
Keng and Namping watch him place the banana down on the table, grab his fork and spoon, and he tucks in to his food, not realising the show he’s put on for his parents. They all eat together, Keng and Namping talk about their endorsement, it’s for a big company in Spain, and it’s massive and they’re both really proud of what they’ve accomplished in their careers so far. Meanwhile, Oh-Ae is scowling at the banana while shovelling food into his mouth. Namping smiles, “who was on the phone Oh?” Namping asks him, deciding to humour his son in his playtime.
Oh-Ae looks up and huffs, “client of mine, he’s annoying.”
Oh! Namping thinks, Keng laughs, he can’t help but. The imagination of this kid is something to behold. He doesn’t remember talking into a banana at three, referring to a fake client as annoying or asking for imaginary files. He was too busy playing in the dirt and chasing chickens. “Take him for everything kid!” Keng muses, smirking at Namping.
Oh-Ae nods, then gasps, “gotta take this,” he grumbles, “thank you for lunch,” he throws imaginary money on the table and then climbs down, bringing the banana to his ear as he walks off, all the while, scolding his pretend secretary for something.
Namping blinks in the wake of his son and turns to his husband, “what just happened?”
Keng takes a sip of his water and smiles, “it appears our son is a lawyer this weekend.”
Namping huffs, rolling his eyes, “yeah, I got that, but where did he learn to talk like that?”
Keng shrugs, “who knows, I think it’s cute. Maybe he’ll be a writer when he’s older.”
Namping ‘mmm’s’ in agreement and then clears their plates and starts washing up, Keng just cuddles up behind him, kissing his neck. “If you’re going to loiter around, maybe help me with the dishes?” Namping scolds gently, playfully, no real heat behind it.
Keng hums in agreement and goes to grab a tea towel, but before he does, he shuffles a bit closer to Namping and turns him around, and runs both of his hands up Namping’s chest, tucking his face deeply into Namping’s neck, kissing and gently biting at the skin behind his ear, making Namping moan quietly, he looks at him, with that look in his eyes, a look Namping knows all too well.“Harit,” he warns, “do not start something we won't be able to finish until later on tonight.”
Namping’s head falls back when Keng goes back towards his neck, he feels Keng smirk against his skin and because their child is busy scolding his employees on a banana phone, Keng boldly, right in the middle of their kitchen, cups Namping through his jogging bottoms and squeezes, not enough to hurt, but enough for Namping to whine, and buck into his hand for friction. “You said it,” Keng whispers, voice dripping in arousal, seductive. “We’ll finish this later.” Keng lets him go, moves away to grab a towel to dry the dishes, and while he’s wiping down a plate, Namping is steadying himself against the counter, breathing deep, eyes closed as he wills his semi to go away. The nerve of him.
Later when Namping goes to Oh-Ae’s room to tell him it’s bathtime, he finds the banana, mauled to death by their three year old, he had obviously been peckish and devoured his work phone.
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