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Theerakit Kian Lee and Peach Peachayarat JaneKit Lee have been married for exactly one day, four hours and twenty seven minutes. Not like anyone was counting…
The husbands lay in their shared bed together, Peach resting his head on Thee’s chest. Thee raises his hand to run his fingers through Peach's hair, to which in return Peach gives him a little hum in comfort. The silver band with a solid, diamond rock rests nicely on Peach’s ring finger, reflecting the light from their lamp on the nightstand.
“LookPeach, what should we do for our honeymoon?” Thee asks the boy laying on him, fingers still tangled in his brown locs.
“How about we go on a little, short holiday?” Peach raises his head slightly to take a look at Thee's face, his signature hair was moved over to the side a little. Peach lifts his hand to move the fringe back to the place it belongs, right above his eye. Thee’s heart skips a beat at the action, his face flushes red slightly.
“Little holiday? So a world tour?” Thee suggests,“Sounds good. Which private jet shall we take?” He continues on and on, proposing all his extravagant ideas to Peach hoping that he would agree with them. Thee wants this to be the best honeymoon ever, he would do anything for Peach to have a good experience.
“3 months, 20 countries. You and me.” Thee states, moving his hands around like he's giving a presentation. A proud smile plastered on his face, happy with himself for creating this insane and very expensive plan.
Peach is in shock.
“Are you serious P’Kian?” Peach questions him. As much as Thee’s ideas can be very ridiculous and over the top, Peach loves it. Sometimes, he finds it hard to say ‘no’ to Thee. Deep down, Peach would never trade Thee’s craziness for the world.
Suddenly, Thee moves Peach’s head off of his chest. Not saying a word, he stands up slowly and walks toward the big wooden closet doors. He opens the doors, squats down to the floor and pulls out the two suitcases from the lowest shelf.
He turns around to face Peach who was still on the bed. The wheels of the pink and black suitcases roll across the floor, creating a soft sound that fills the air. On the handle of the pink suitcase was a little plushie of Kuromi, and on the black suitcase was a matching My Melody.
“Start packing LookPeach.”
Despite shaking his head, Peach tries to hide the smile growing on his face.
“Get a grip P’Kian.”