ThitJee Ever After

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luther

"Such fun!"
I'm back friends! It's been a while, so I wrote an extra long one as thanks for all your patience. This one fits in right after Chapter 1: Move in with me, they go furniture shopping and the whole thing goes a little awry. I tried to make it both sweet, funny and sexy. Hopefully there's something for everyone in this chapter.

Enjoy!

“We need to go shopping.” Tit said as he lifted up a spoon of congee close to his lips, softly blew on it and then extended it towards Jee.

Leaning over to eat the mouthful offered to her, Jee looked at her fiancée quizzically. She was curious about the shopping comment; she was not at all fazed by the fact that she was being spoon fed like child. It had become Thit’s favourite new ritual to do every morning since the two weeks they had been back from the coastal village. Jee was perfectly capable of feeding herself and used to resist his demands to let him feed her. However, her insistent fiancée kept arguing the point that it was not her that he was feeding, but their baby inside her. How could she say no to that? The man was unrelenting and a master at emotional blackmail; she was clearly fighting a losing battle.


“Why on earth do we need to buy more stuff? Have you taken a look at this place?” Jee arms gestured towards the many boxes scattered around the living room which she had yet to unpack from having moved in a week ago. “If anything, we need to be getting rid of stuff, not adding to the pile.”


Tit quickly stuffed another mouthful into Jee’s mouth so he could buy himself a few seconds of silence to explain, “Well, you didn’t bring any furniture with you and I was thinking we should redecorate the house to incorporate your style as well. This is your home now too. You should get to leave your mark on it. I want to come home and see signs of your presence all over this place.” He reached up with a napkin to wipe the little bit of spillage from the corner of Jee’s lips which he had caused due to being a little overzealous in getting that last mouthful in.


Jee’s heart warmed at how much Tit wanted her to feel like she truly belonged here with him. Her expression softened and she leaned over to give her beautiful man a quick kiss on his lips.


Retreating back into her sitting position she said, “Okay then. I wouldn’t mind adding a woman’s touch to this place.” Jee smiled with a glint of playfulness in her eyes and opened her mouth in an exaggerated manner to indicate she wanted more food. “Aaaaah.”


Tit chuckled at how she was making fun their little breakfast dynamics, but he would not trade it for the world. Both he and Jee loved doing this together. It was one of the few moments where they felt like the world just contained their little family. Jee, Thit and their little baby.


Although being fed by another person took significantly more time than eating by yourself, Jee and Tit relished every minute of it. Once Tit returned to work, they would lose the time and luxury of doing this every morning. Sometimes they did it in complete silence, without actually saying word, simply smiling at each other and enjoying each other’s presence. Often, Jee would turn the tables around and snatch the bowl from Tit so she could feed him as well. When she had first done this, he gave her a sardonic smile and said, “I’m not the one gestating here, I don’t need to be fed.” He tried to take the bowl back from Jee.


Jee moved the bowl beyond his reach and said, “I’m feeding my baby daddy. I need him around to eventually support me when I push our baby into the world and then help me raise the little munchkin when he or she gets here. He’s going to need lots of energy to keep up with us, I need my lawyer to be healthy and strong.”


Tit smiled and shook his head at how adorable she was. During that time, Jee seized the opportunity and placed the bowl down on her lap, she scooped up a spoonful of food and used her other hand to pinch Tit’s nostrils closed. When his mouth instinctively gaped open to breathe, she quickly shoved the mouthful in. He almost choked at her manoeuvre and cupped his hand under his chin to prevent anything from spilling. His eyes found hers with an expression of humour and surprise.


“How do you like the taste of your own medicine sir?” Jee beamed at him.


Swallowing the congee, Tit wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and replied, “You sneaky little minx.”


“Well I learnt from the best.” Jee answered with mocking satisfaction before scooping up some more and offering another mouthful to him.


When Jee and Tit finished breakfast, they hopped into Tit’s car to go to the shopping mall. Jee had tried to dress as simple as possible to avoid recognition. She was wearing beige cigarette trousers and had a white ribbed t-shirt tucked into them. On her feet where a pair of white low-rise converse sneakers and she popped on her reading glasses for good measure.


Tit was also dressed in a similar laid back style. He wore a pair of well-fitted black jeans, a white polo t-shirt and brown suede boots. Ironically, despite trying to remain incognito, they both looked like they were going to model in a campaign for Ralph Lauren. When they arrived, they walked around inside the mall as jolly as can be, Tit had his arm around Jee’s shoulders and Jee had her arm around his waist.


Luckily, they were browsing for furniture which was located on the highest level in the mall, along with all the other home appliance stores. That area tended to be much more deserted than the bustling fashion retail on the floors below, so nobody really noticed or paid them much attention.


Jee was actually rather surprised that she was not being recognised, not that she had an overinflated sense of self-importance, but she was generally mobbed whenever she went out in crowded public areas. It was largely because her usual edgy fashion attire caught a lot of attention on its own and then when people saw her face, it was game over and she’d have to escape before she was swamped by fans. The fact that she walked around half concealed by Tit’s larger frame also helped. The public were not used to seeing her out and about with a man, let alone showing open displays of affection with one. The image of Jeerawut the public knew was of a solitary glamourous fashionista with a sassy, exuberant manager trailing in her wake.


Funnily enough, the public did not actually know much of Tit. In the hospital, when he had threatened the paparazzi with lawsuits for taking photos and publishing about Jee, he had sent them off with their tails between their legs. Although he had given them permission to write a retraction of the previous slander they wrote, telling them to amend it with the truth, including the fact that he was her husband, the media storm never occurred. Not a single story was released about Jee’s personal life following that day.


Apparently, when Jee and Tit were having their emotional showdown in her hospital suite, P’Sookie had a strongly worded exchange with the hungry reporters outside. He had sung a thousand praises about how good Tit was at suing the life out of crooked people and that unscrupulous reporters should beware. They would not want to catch the attention of the fierce lawyer, Satit, and have him start snooping around, uncovering all the slander that circulates in their publishing offices. Lawsuits are costly and tabloid publications were businesses that liked to keep their money.


Upon return, the reporters had probably done a quick google search, seen Tit’s win rates in court and decided it best to play it safe and not publish anything at all. Jee never knew having a lawyer as a partner could be so darn useful. Would have saved her a world of grief if she had her handsome tabloid warden by her side earlier.


As they moved from furniture store to furniture store, it began to get a little tedious when all the salesmen kept harassing them and would not give them space to just browse and think. While Jee and Tit understood that they worked on commission, some of the salesmen could not respect their customers need for some space.


Exiting the store, Tit spotted another, much more interesting store across the walkway and directed Jee towards it. Jee looked up to find that he had lead them into a baby and maternity store. The place was enormous and was a pregnancy and baby supply haven, it had everything, from cots, diapers and strollers, to baby books and maternity clothes.


Given that it was still rather premature to be shopping for maternity clothes and cots, Tit took Jee to the book section. It was a library of information about everything ranging from morning sickness, to embryogenesis, to parenting methods and cognitive development of infants. The area was empty except for the two of them.


Tit walked up to a shelf and picked up a book and started flicking through to see if it looked worth buying, Jee picked up another and did the same. The pair proceeded to leisurely flick through several books that intrigued them.

Ten minutes into browsing and Tit marched up to Jee with an open book in his hand. He stopped at her side and without any hesitation, he reached up and grasped one of her breasts as if were the most natural thing to do in a public space.


Jee looked up from the book she was reading in astonishment and then glared at him with wide eyes. She slapped his hand from her breast and quickly whipped her head around to check that nobody had noticed. A deep blush spread across her cheek and she reprimanded her fiancée, “What are you doing? You can’t just grab my boobs in public!”


Without any qualms, Tit reached his hand back up and latched on again, this time he gave a little squeeze. “Does that hurt?”, he asked with an unfazed expression.


An outraged Jee once again slapped his hand away. “Khun Satit! Stop grabbing my boobs. We are out in public! Maintain some decorum!” She whipped her head around again to surveil their surroundings.


“Nobody is here.” He gestured towards the empty expanse of the book area. Then Tit held up the book in his hands so Jee could read the cover. The title read, “A complete guide to breasts and pregnancy.” Of bloody course he picked up a book all about boobs! He then flipped the book back around and pointed to a passage about breast tenderness and soreness during the preliminary stages of pregnancy.


He then reached up and repeated his examination, but this time on Jee’s other breast. “Does that hurt?” He asked as his hand was doing a massaging motion. Jee should not be getting excited by her fiancée groping her in a maternity store, but unfortunately it was beyond her control.


An exasperated Jee let out a huff as her demands were clearly falling on deaf ears. Deciding she needed to do more to get his full attention, which was currently all directed at her breasts, she stepped forwards and cupped him between the apex of this thighs and softly squeezed as he had done to her. His eyes snapped up from his inspection of her breast and Jee felt his hold of her sensitive anatomy loosen.


She then whispered to him in a low threatening tone with a false smile plastered on her face. “Let go or I’ll squeeze harder.” Tit hesitated for a moment as he was somewhat enjoying her display of aggression, it was a strange turn on for him because nowadays it happened so rarely. Oh there were times when she was cheeky, but seldom did he see her angry anymore. The last time was when she realised that he was sneakily coercing her to move in with him, by making Daraka extremely awkward when walking in on their displays of affection.


Jee took his pause as non-compliance and squeezed significantly harder, to the point where she knew pleasure bordered on pain. Tit’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets and he reflexively bent over slightly as protective mechanism of his family jewels. They were now pressed up against each other and Tit’s ear was right next to her face. She then whispered through her teeth again, “Let. Go.”


Tit followed orders and raised his arms up in a show of surrender. Jee then released her grip on his privates and continued to glower up at him, expecting an apology and a proper explanation.


Her fiancée kept his arms up as he defended himself. “What? It is purely for scientific purposes. I was checking to see if you exhibit the expected symptoms of pregnancy. It was a medical examination. Get your mind out of the gutter young lady. I’m not the perverted one here.” He had on the most untrustworthy smile Jee had ever seen, which was saying something as her late step-father was the slimiest guy most people will ever meet.


Jee directed a blank stare at her treacherous fiancée and then looked down at his pelvic area, “That must be why your little friend down there is rather excited then, huh? Investigating the symptomology of pregnant women.”


Tit readjusted his pants to hide the evidence before giving Jee the cheesy grin of a culprit caught red-handed and stepped towards her to take her into his arms. He kissed her forehead in his attempts at grovelling and whispered seductively, “I can’t help it, you’re too beautiful. It’s not my fault.” He slowly stroked across her cheeks as he said the words. His hands eventually trailed down to the sides of her waist where he drew slow circles with his thumbs. The man was a master manipulator and knew all the right buttons to push to soften Jee up.


Unsurprisingly, Jee was as prone to his charms as he was to hers and she could feel her body react in a manner highly inappropriate given the maternity store they were located in. She stepped back out of his arms, put back the books they were holding and clutched Tit’s hand to drag him towards the exit. “The medical examination may proceed at home.” Jee stated in a deceptively calm manner. Tit smiled in victory as his beautiful fiancée lead him out of the store.


Just as they were about to clear the store entrance, a heavily pregnant woman walked up to them, she looked up at Tit in surprise and called out, “Satit?”


Jee and Tit stopped in their tracks and looked at the sweet-looking woman in front of them. She was a few inches above five foot and was wearing a yellow flowy maternity dress. It was obvious that she was one of the lucky ladies that got that radiant pregnancy glow.


“Leah?” Tit replied. “Goodness. How’ve you been? It must have been around six years since I last saw you.”


Leah smiled at Tit, “I could say the same for you, golden boy. It’s been too long. Not going to lie and say I’m glad to be out of the shadow of Mr. Summa Cum Laude at law school. You are a serial over-achiever, totally made the rest of us look bad.” She joked.


Tit laughed, he had heard that joke many times whenever he ran into old classmates. Leah’s gaze then floated to Jee, who she recognised based on the stunned expression on her face. Tit quickly broke the ice and initiated the introductions.


“Leah, this is Jee, my fiancée. And Jee, this is Leah, my classmate in law school.” The two women smiled, brought their hands up to wai and exchanged the customary ‘Nice to meet you’.


Leah threw her arms up in exasperation and said, “Of course you go and score yourself a gorgeous movie star, golden boy. Couldn’t have just ended up with a normal person like us mere mortals.” Leah chuckled. Based on the way she was poking fun at Tit, Jee knew Leah was a woman she could become good friends with.


“I have an over-achieving reputation to uphold. Couldn’t just be with anyone less than sheer, utter perfection.” He laughed as he wrapped his arm around Jee’s waist which made Jee smile.


“Can you be any more perfect? Jesus, all the underclassmen girls that pined for you are probably going to divorce their second husbands and try and steal you away if they get wind that you’re looking to be husband material.” Leah needled.

Tit shook his head as he remembered the insanity of the strange fan base he amassed during his years at law school. He would find his study carrel in the library piled high with chocolates and gifts on Valentine’s day and on his birthday. It was rather bizarre.


“You were mister popular in school?” Jee looked up with a glint in her eyes.


“Why do you sound so surprised? I am a total catch okay, the ladies loved me.” Tit grinned with false pride, not realising he had opened up an enormous can of worms by revealing that titbit. Jee gave Tit an ominous smile and remained silent.


Leah, on the other hand, understood the psyche of a fellow woman and knew a very probing conversation was about to occur. She gave Tit and Jee a quick hug and promised to send invites to her baby shower before she dismissed herself and entered into the baby store.


The happy pair then walked back to the car in haste as they remembered the initial motivation for their speedy departure. As they were strapping themselves into the car, Jee turned towards her fiancée and asked, “So you were a ladies’ man in college were you?”


Satit cringed inwardly as he realised the hole he dug himself in. “I wouldn’t say that exactly.” He was trying to beat around the bush.


“I quote from Mr. Satit himself, ‘the ladies loved me’” She did exaggerate air quotes and gave him a wide smile. “How many girls did you date, Casanova?”


“I dated some.” Tit continued to be evasive. He was not sure he was ready for Jee to find out how free-spirited he had been during his college days.


“How much is some?” Jee continued to probe. She was curious about his response, yet was not too worried about what the answer might be, she knew it was all ancient history. She did however love watching Tit squirm, it was quickly becoming one of her favourite things to do.


Deciding it was best to rip it all off quick like a Band-Aid, Tit sighed and let it out in one quick breath, “I’ve dated 23 girls in total, 18 I slept with and 3 of which weren’t really my girlfriends, we were just friends with benefits. I’ve also had a couple one-night-stands.” Tit looked at Jee through one eye and waited for the response with trepidation.


Jee was stunned, she did not expect those kind of statistics. Not from her uppity lawyer. “T-T-Twe-twenty three? Friends with benefits?” Her mind was being blown right now. She knew he’d had sexual experience before, it showed in his performance but she never realised Tit could have ever been so liberal as to have purely sexual relationships. In her mind, sexual relationships, unless they were of the sugar-daddy or sugar-mama sort, did not reflect a person’s moral character. Nevertheless, she could not imagine Tit ever being a college frat boy kind of guy, not that he necessarily was, but that was the stereotypical image that their conversation brought to mind. Her glass was totally shattered, the illusion lost, he was not the extremely proper, super conservative gentleman people thought him to be, he was a certified ladies’ man!


“I was a little overindulgent in my youth okay? But I wasn’t stupid about it, I had safe sex. Always.” Tit was trying to move Jee’s thought process along from his extensive sexual history.


“Well you aren’t that safe my friend. I didn’t see you wrap it up on our first time. Hence, the breast tenderness that you so kindly wish to examine.” Jee gestured towards her breasts and then womb with a smile and her eyebrow raised at him. She could see he was getting super nervous so she finally loosened the noose around his neck and comforted him, “I don’t care about what you did before you met me, teerak. It was before you met me, I’m not going to hold that against you. It’s just very unexpected given the person you appear to be now.”


Jee paused and thought about it for a moment before correcting herself, “Actually, scratch that. Now that I think about it, it’s not surprising at all. You just groped me in a maternity store. You are a total grade-A pervert with a one-track mind. That kind of deviance needed to be cultivated over several years.” Jee turned and giggled at her fiancée.


Tit gave an amused smile, then retaliated by unbuckling her seat belt and gripping her by the waist. In one swift movement, he hoisted her over the centre compartment of the car so she sat sideways on his lap, with her back towards the window and supported by his arm, just like he had done before.“Excuse me, you groped me right back, you must have learnt some deviance along the way too.” He poked fun at Jee.


Jee sat up straighter to whisper in his ear. “Duh. You. You’re the biggest deviant around. I learnt from the master.”


“No, seriously. I laid my dirty laundry out for you, time for you to dish the dirt. I know I was your first sexual partner but what about boyfriends? Can’t imagine someone who looks as you do, not have a mile-long line of suitors trailing after her.”


“Oh I had suitors, but I just didn’t have the time and wasn’t really interested in dating any of them. P’Sookie scouted me when I was fifteen, I barely had enough time for school with all the time work took up, let alone time to deal with boys.” She rolled her eyes as she accentuated the word ‘boys’ in a repelling manner.


Tit was equally stunned by the statistic she had just presented to him. She was an innocent, through and through. God almighty. It was he that was the serpent slithering into the garden of Eden. “So no boys at all…” He was having trouble processing all of this, cringing at how, in his former state of extreme ignorance, he had once accused her of being a Jezabel of the worst order. If anything, he was the corrupt one by comparison.


“Nope. No boys.” Jee said with the pop of her lips. She wrapped her hands his neck and kissed Tit on the nose. She then moved down and smiled against his lips, “I have, however, been with a man who is everything I’ve ever wanted and all I am ever going to need. Thus far, he’s worked very hard to keep me satisfied.”


Tit groaned and pressed his lips onto hers, deepening the kiss the moment Jee gave him entry. It quickly escalated into a full-blown make out session, they continued their passionate lip-lock for minutes until they heard a loud knock on the car window.


The pair broke from their trance to find a burly security guard scowling at them. The large uniformed man did not even say anything to them, he obviously had encountered many scenes like this before so he came prepared. He simply held up a sign and pointed to it which had printed in bold capital letters ‘Public indecency is committable offence’. Along the bottom, the man had clearly scribbled an extra comment on himself that read, ‘If you don’t want to end up in jail, save it for when you get home!’ He then narrowed his eyes and used two fingers to point back and forth between his eyes and the guilty couple to indicate that he was watching them, before stomping off.


Jee and Tit remained stiff in each other’s arms for a moment before cracking up in a hysterical fit of laughter.


“Oh my god. We completely just got told. Especially you, Mr. Attorney, how do you like being on the other side of the law?” Jee had tears streaming out the sides of her eyes.


Tit chuckled at the insanity of the situation and rubbed his hand down his face before he jokingly said, “This has never happened before. What are you doing to me woman? You’re turning me into an oversexed delinquent.”


“Oh I learnt my delinquency from the best. It’s just a terrible vicious cycle I guess. You corrupt me, then I corrupt you. We are bound to end up in jail at some point.” Jee giggled and Tit laughed back in amusement, with the thought that there might be some truth to that comment running through his mind.


Tit then strengthened his resolve and hoisted Jee back over to the passenger seat. He stated seriously, “Okay. No more interruptions. There is a very important medical examination to be done when we get home.” His determination made Jee giggle and her insides were bubbling with anticipation.


Tit then started the ignition and speedily drove them home.
 
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luther

"Such fun!"
Once again my friends, I did myself the terrible injustice of writing a chapter that fits in the middle of the others, forcing myself to move all the subsequent chapters around into chronological order otherwise my OCD tendencies would not be able to tolerate it. This one is chapter 3, which I like to call 'Thinly veiled threats'.

Jee’s hands were shaking and her heart was beating at a million miles an hour. She stood behind the exiting door of the green room at reception hall where the press release was taking place. She had always had a tumultuous relationship with the press and this time it felt magnified by the fact that she would be revealing the truth, rather than dispelling the nonsensical rubbish that the tabloids normally made up about her.


Hopefully, this would be the final time she would have to deal with the hungry vultures that called themselves ‘reputable reporters’. She had grown so weary and tired of the invasiveness and cattiness that being a part of the entertainment industry mandated. Although she loved the artistry of being an actress, it was not essential to her anymore. It largely served as a means of financial security as well as leverage over her late step-father, who had realised the dangerous repercussions of attacking Jee when she was a public figure. Those things were no longer a necessity now that she was finally safe from all the horrors of her past. This was her final goodbye.


It had taken her a while to work up the courage to finally allow Piak to set a date for the event. Dealing with the press did not used to be that daunting to her, but that was before she finally let go of her hard, protective exterior and accepted that happiness came from being open and free with the ones she loved. Somehow, it did not feel right to erect those walls again even if it might benefit the unscrupulous tabloids that anticipated her demise. The cold, guarded façade she once had was no longer a part of who she was. She was stronger now, and she had Tit who protected her with a ferocity that was unparalleled.


It had been over two months since she had disappeared from the limelight. In that time, she had made a home with the love of her life, married him and experienced more happiness than she ever thought possible. Most of her time was now occupied by preparing for impending parenthood that would arrive in less than five months and making arrangements for the children’s centre she wanted build. Optimistically she had thought that with the time that had elapsed, the public would have lost interest in her private life. Unfortunately, that was not the case. Although the press did not release any slander about her anymore, thanks to Tit’s threats to sue, they were still obsessed with the ins and outs her life. Her celebrity status had remained very much intact.


There were several times she had found paparazzi parked along the street of their house. They were camping out to try snap a shot of her in her day-to-day routine or catch her leaving the house. How the tabloids had managed to find her new address was completely beyond her.


The stories that came out were generally harmless. They were short commentaries on the minutia of her daily life and the headlines typically were along the lines of ‘Pregnant Jeerawut leaves the house wearing a white dress’ or ‘Jeerawut’s baby bump finally showing’. It was all rather benign stuff, nothing that was defamatory, which can largely be attributed to the reporters fear of being sued by Tit. Nevertheless, the invasion of privacy was not particularly pleasant.


When Tit had seen the stories, he had blown his stack. Although the articles were not derogatory, the extremely protective man almost instigated a lawsuit for the invasion of privacy and unauthorised photography. Jee had talked him out of it. She reasoned that if he sent all his time prosecuting reporters for publishing benign details like the size of her baby bump and the clothes she wore, he’d have no time to pursue his much more important work on civil rights violations. By comparison, the tabloid commentary about the trivialities of her day-to-day life did not warrant the time and effort.


Perhaps the only positive that resulted from the paparazzi stalking their house was the couple of articles that had been published about Tit. They had resulted in copious amounts of humour between their friends and family. Especially the ones that contained photos of an extremely irritated Tit. There was one of Tit reversing his car out of the driveway with his hand stuck out of the driver side window as he gave the middle finger to the paparazzi waiting outside. The headlines typically ran along the lines of, ‘Jeerawut’s husband flips off the paps’ or ‘Jeerawut’s handsome man is camera shy’. The second headline was the biggest misinterpretation in the history of all misinterpretations because the article was accompanied, once again, by a photo of Tit flipping off the paparazzi as was exiting the house for his morning run.


Jee had a really good laugh when P’Sookie had sent all the photos into the group text that he, Tit, Jee, Piak and Chayan were a part of. Chayan had grilled Tit incessantly about it and eventually created a meme out of a close up photo of Tit with a pissed off expression on his face and his middle finger pointing directly at the camera. He captioned it ‘F*ck You’. Chayan now always sent the meme in his texts in lieu of the angry face emoji or when he could not be bothered typing out the cuss word. Tit kept demanding that Chayan stop rehashing the incident by circulating the meme around but Chayan was having too much fun at Tit’s expense to comply.


As everyone else in the group text had worked in the entertainment industry, they were accustomed to dealing with the press and had some level of media training. Consequently, Tit’s lack of inhibition when facing the tabloids was hilarious to everyone except the man himself. He had eventually learnt not to dignify the paparazzi with any form of response and maintained a poker face when they were present. However, by that time it was too late because he had already become the subject an enduring inside joke among their group.


Walking up to his very nervous wife, Tit used one hand to take a hold of her trembling hands and used the other to pulled her into his embrace. He then began whispering comforting words into her ear as he slowly stroked down the back of her head. Seeing Jee in a state of such anxiety was having a suffocating effect on his heart.


The worried husband softly spoke to his wife, “It’s okay, teerak. I’m here with you. We have nothing to hide. I won’t let them hurt you.”


Tit’s efforts were working. Jee felt her nervousness decrease and her quivering hands began to steady. She took slow, deep breaths and inhaled Tit’s scent which always managed to calm her.


When her heartbeat slowed closer to its usual rate, she lifted her head from Tit’s shoulder and asked him, “What happens if they ask us about Tiw? Or if they say ugly things about the conception of our baby? I know they are dying to put a terrible spin on the whole thing.”


Tit planted a kiss on Jee’s left cheek, then her right one and finally her forehead. As he slowly moved to stare into her eyes, he softly spoke, “We tell as much truth as we are can. Tiw’s accident was not your fault, as far as anyone else has to know, Stephan is still the culprit. We have been trying to compensate his family to the best of our abilities. We can’t undo what’s already been done, all that's possible now is that Stephan and P’Sookie are kept safe from perjury charges. That’s the best we can do.”


Since the court had ruled Stephan guilty, Jee had been trying to support his family to the best of her ability. She had set up a trust fund for his infant daughter which would cover all her living expenses, including a college fund that paid for tuition to even the most expensive universities. Jee knew it wasn’t a substitute for a father, but at least Stephan’s daughter would have every other opportunity to live a fulfilling life.


Tit reached his hand down to firmly cup the small protrusion of her abdomen that housed their child. He then stared into Jee’s eyes and continued to address his wife’s concerns, “As for what they are going to say about our baby, none of it really matters to me. Our child was conceived out of love and that’s all that matters. We may not have admitted it to each other at the time, but we loved each other on our first night together. I have no doubts whatsoever about that.”


“Me neither.” Jee whispered back to him as she stared back into the depths of her husband’s eyes. “I love you, P’Tit. There’s no way I could do this without you.”


“I love you too, teerak. So much more than I ever thought it possible to love another person.” Tit then bent his head down to capture his wife’s lips in a deep kiss. Jee reciprocated the kiss with equal passion and the loving couple got so entranced in one another that they forgot they were standing in the room with family who came along to support them.


Piak and Chayan sat on the couch on the other side of the green room and rolled their eyes at the other couple who clearly had no restrictions on their public displays of affection. As Piak and Chayan had been together for years, they tended to keep all the lip-locking to when they were in a private spot. They were no longer in the ‘honeymoon’ stage of their relationship where they felt the need to jump each other whenever an opportunity arose.


“Ahem!” P’Sookie coughed as he entered the green room from the reception room were the reporters were all waiting.


The couple who were used to being interrupted by P’Sookie during intimate moments, looked up with guilty grins on their faces.


P’Sookie had an expression of exasperation on his face and pointed his finger back and forth between Tit and Jee, “Would you two please stop it? This is what got us into this whole mess in the first place. Wai! Y’all need to learn and control yourselves. You’re like two teenagers in a movie theatre.”


Jee and Tit tried to supress their laughter and extricated themselves from each other so they just stood side by side with one arm around each other’s waist.


“The press are ready for you.” P’Sookie stated and began straightening Jee and Tit’s clothes that had gotten a little misshapen from their passionate little interlude.


Jee smoothed over the white tailored pant suit she was wearing. Wearing suits had always made her feel empowered so she decided on wearing one for today. Under the suit jacket she wore a silky white camisole that had lace trimming along the edges. She was also wearing nude Louboutin pumps on her feet. The entire ensemble was both smart and sexy.


Tit was also in a tailored suit but his was black in colour. He wore a crisp white dress shirt underneath his jacket but kept the top couple of button’s undone as he was not wearing a tie. On his feet were a polished pair of black Italian leather shoes. Together he and Jee looked like the most beautiful power-house couple.


“You ready?” P’Sookie said as he stepped back and looked the two in the eyes.


Jee and Tit nodded despite thinking that no one was ever prepared to do this sort of thing. Jee and Tit dropped their hands from each other’s waists and intertwined their fingers in a grip of solidarity. They turned to face each other and gave each other reassuring looks as they took a few final deep breaths.


Just before P’Sookie pushed the double doors open, Chayan jokingly hollered from the other side of the room. “Try not to flip everyone off while you’re out there okay Tit?”


The comment cracked Jee up and brought an amused smile to Tit’s face. Tit continued to stare into Jee’s eyes and responded by briefly extending the middle finger of his free hand up towards Chayan. Piak and Chayan cackled like children in the background.


Tit dropped his hand from the offessive gesture just as the exit doors opened. That’s how the reporters outside first saw the couple, smiling at each other with their love for each other emitting through their eyes.


As they began taking strong, easy strides out towards the reception area, the blinding lights of hundreds of camera flashes went off in front of them. They followed P’Sookie out towards an elevated stage where a long panel table with microphones was set up. There were three seats and microphones, one for Jee, Tit and P’Sookie. To the sides of the stage were several security guards who prevented any overzealous reporters from coming up too close.


The couple calmly walked up to the small staircase on the side of the platform and Tit supported his wife as she ascended the stairs. When they reached the table, Tit pulled the middle chair out for his wife and slid her chair in under her as she was seating herself. He then quickly took his own seat to her left just as P’Sookie seated himself to Jee’s right. Beneath the tablecloth that hung all the way to the floor, the couple continued to hold one another’s hands tightly and it gave them both the strength to face the hundreds of reporters seated out in front of them.


P’Sookie had an authoritative expression on his face as he held his palm up to the audience to signal that he wanted silence. When the reporters quietened down he leaned forward to speak into the microphone. “As discussed, this session will run for a scheduled half an hour, no more and no less. Please raise the numbered paddle provided to you if you wish to ask a question, you may only ask one question per time you raise your hand. If you wish to ask more, raise your hand again. Also, please restrain from any flash photography. It’s the middle of the day and this room is well lit people, there is absolutely no need for you to blind us with your camera flashes.” Jee and Tit smiled at P’Sookie’s diva-like antics, it took the edge off the stress. The couple smiled at each other because they both found it endearing that P’Sookie was being extra difficult towards the reporters in his efforts to protect them.


“I would also like to remind you to maintain respect in the way you conduct yourself today.” P’Sookie continued to lecture the reporters as if they were children, “Now that we have that out of the way, the questions may begin.”


All the numbered panels shot up in the air and P’Sookie selected a number at random.


“Number 20.”


The reporter then introduced herself and what publication she came from before asking, “Are the rumours true about Khun Jeerawut and Khun Satit being married already?”


Tit took the initiative and spoke into the microphone, “Yes, Jee and I are married.”


The same reporter then quickly asked another question, “When did the wedding take place?”


“Ah!” P’Sookie cut the woman off by raising his palm up again and said, “Only one question per hand raise!”


Jee almost scoffed trying to hold in the laughter, P’Sookie’s protectiveness almost rivalled her husband’s.


“Moving along! Number 5.” P’Sookie pointed to a reporter at the back.


Reporter number 5 repeated the question that reporter number 20 asked. “When did the wedding take place?”


Jee smiled and leaned into the microphone to answer honestly, “About a month ago. We had a beach side wedding.” She squeezed Tit’s hand under the table before she continued, “At the very same place my husband proposed to me. It was beautiful.” Tit squeezed Jee’s hand back and couldn’t help but smile at the memories of their wedding day.


From the audience’s perspective, it was beginning to become very clear that the couple sitting at the panel had an infinite amount of love for each other.


The next reporter selected then asked, “Does that mean your child was conceived out of wedlock?” The question initiated chatter and whispers throughout the reception room.


Tit could see that P’Sookie was about to verbally attack the reporter and quickly responded before he did, “Yes, our child was conceived before we got married. I will also answer the next question that my last answer is likely to incite. No, I do not think that there is anything wrong with pre-marital sex or conceiving a child out of wedlock. We live in the 21st century, so unless it goes against your personal religious doctrine, there is no sin in sleeping with your partner. Everyone is entitled to follow whatever faith they choose. My own religious beliefs do not oppose sex before marriage, and neither does Jee’s. Neither Jee nor I subscribe to patriarchal ideologies that frown upon pre-marital sex when they are not related to any religious doctrines. Everyone has different values, I have no problem with people that do not support pre-marital sex, as long as they respect my right to have my own values, just like I respect their right to have theirs.”


P’Sookie gave Tit a wink of approval which made Tit smile. He had handled that like a professional, using a rational and diplomatic response to shut down any scandal that the press could have twisted that question into. A lot of the reporters had put their paddles down after that answer, which let the the couple and P’Sookie know that those were the reporters looking for a scandal. P’Sookie then chose another reporter to ask a question.


“What about the rumours of an affair between Khun Jeerawut and Khun Chayan?”


Jee tried hard not to roll her eyes and stated firmly, “P’Chayan, Piak and I have answered this question many times before, but I will repeat it one final time. There has never been any form of romantic relationship between P’Chayan and I. He is a colleague and a good friend of mine, just as I am to him. He is now my family in an official capacity after I married P’Tit, who is cousin’s with Piak.”


The next reporter asked a question that probably had Chayan gagging with laughter in the green room which had a monitor that was live streaming the interview. Jee also had to pinch her own thigh to prevent herself from giggling. The reporter handed a stack of photos to one of the security guards to hand over to Tit and then asked, “Khun Satit, can you please elaborate on these photos of you?”


When P’Sookie caught sight of the photos, he too had to clamp him hand over his mouth to stop himself from laughing. The photos that landed on the table were the ones of Tit looking very dissatisfied and with his middle finger up at the camera. If it weren’t for the reporters and cameras here, everyone in the couple’s inner circle would be poking fun at Tit right now.


Tit closed his eyes and took a slow deep breath before he looked at the reporter and responded, “The photos are rather self-explanatory. I’m a private man, I do not like having the privacy of my family violated.”


In that moment an idea struck and Tit seized this opportunity where he possessed all of the press’ attention and said, “I had initially thought to take legal action against the violation of Jee and I’s privacy as well as the unauthorised photography, however my wife advised me against it. You see, she had grown accustomed to the invasion of her personal life and had become desensitised to the injustice of it all. I, on the other hand, am not adapted to life in the public eye and am clearly having trouble adjusting.” Tit gestured towards the incriminating photos of him.


Jee slowly smiled as she knew exactly where her handsome attorney was going with this. She rubbed the back of his hand with her thumb to signal for him to look at her.


Tit gave his wife a very satisfied grin before he turned back towards the reporters and put on a performance of a lifetime. He rubbed his chin as if he were in deep contemplation and continued, “In fact, I am beginning my revise my decision to let this encroachment of my privacy slide. I feel as if nobody should have to tolerate the theft of their basic human right. I’m assuming we can all agree that having someone photograph you in the sanctuary of your own home would be considered a gross violation of privacy, right folks?” Tit calmly smiled at the reporters in front of him as he watched their faces turn quite ashy in colour, especially the ones that the couple recognized from having camped outside their house.


All of the reporters dropped their paddles out of fear of being called upon to answer Tit’s question. Doing so would be akin to an admission that their behaviour was wrong, which would stir big trouble if they had been among those who had photographed Tit and Jee at home. Even if they weren’t, agreement with Tit’s statement would mean they could not risk photographing the couple in the future. The whole press release was being recorded on film, so every member of the press remained hush. Nobody responded to Tit’s question and large room was so quiet you could probably hear a pin drop.


All the naïve paparazzi that thought they were safe, simply because they were not reporting anything defamatory, began to feel much more anxious. Although tabloid publications were not new to being sued by celebrities, it was quite clear that few lawyers were as motivated to defend their clients as Khun Satit.


P’Sookie tried to supress a smug smile but it managed to reveal itself anyways. He then inspected his watch before leaning over to speak into the microphone in a very chirpy, bubbly manner, “Well I see there are no more questions that you folks would like to ask. In that case, I think it is reasonable to end this session five minutes early. No use sitting around in this big old hall in silence is there?”


Before the happy three on the stage got up out of their chairs, Jee made one final announcement, “As you all know, I have since retired from the entertainment industry and would like to withdraw myself as a public figure. I truly appreciate all the opportunities that this industry has given me and I will never be able to give enough thanks to all the fans that supported me. However, this is me saying a final goodbye to the limelight. I am sure there will be many more talents coming along that will shine far brighter than I ever did. I hope everyone here will be able to respect my wish for privacy and peace as my husband and I continue our journey in life together.” Jee then stood up from her chair, brought her palms together at her chest and did a deep bow as she wai to the press one last time.


In her heart, she felt like she got the closure she needed and had a strong inkling that the tabloids would not be disturbing her anymore.


Tit then got out from his chair and walked over to his wife, pulled her into his arms and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. He then turned around and wai to the audience before he escorted his wife off the stage and back into the green room. P’Sookie trailed in behind them with an enormous grin on his face.


The three walked in to find Chayan with both his hands grasped over his mouth and a thoroughly impressed expression on this face. He stared right at Tit and then lifted his arms up in the air and said, “Bro! You didn’t stick the finger up at the reporters but you might has well had. That was the most thinly veiled threat I have ever seen in my god damn life.”


Tit just smiled and shrugged his shoulders as if it was no big deal.


“Major respect Tit.” Chayan then began bowing as if he was worshipping the ground Tit walked on.


“Does any of this newfound respect stop you from using that meme you made of me?” Tit asked with a strong sense of hope in his voice.


Chayan stopped bowing and then got back up on his feet and replied smugly, “Nope. Hell will freeze over before I stop using that meme.”


Everyone in the room then laughed at the defeated groan Tit let out.
 
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luther

"Such fun!"
Feedback time!

Please let me know which are your top 3 favourite chapters so far and why! :aaaaa: It helps me tailor the subsequent chapters. I'm looking at you in particular silent readers, I know you're lurking around here. I promise not to bite your heads off if you respond. :icon12:

I would have put up a poll about favourite chapters but unfortunately I'm rather inept at operating the poll tool.:BangHead:

Does anyone know how to start at new poll or get rid of the old one? I want to ask other questions using the darn thing. ;)

Furthermore does anyone know what Tit and Jee's last names are?! It's been bugging me for ages because I feel like I should know what their full names are given that I'm authoring a series of short stories about their lives.
 
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Dal

***LOVE, LOVE YADECH***
You are a gifted writer @luther. You make them so gosh darn hot in these side stories. You tastefully tell their story and you do it well. You got my low key AF going strong. I anticipate your stories of Thit and Jee.

I hope you did well on your exams/papers dear. Thank you for satisfying our craving for Thit and Jee. They are so effing hot to the core. Thank you babe.

On the KC thread someone mentioned Thit's last name but no info on Jee's. I can't remember Thit's last name. I better go watch it again to find out. LOL
 

luther

"Such fun!"
Hey guys. This is chapter 6 in the current chronology, but also not really, takes place in and among chapter 5 'Pillow Talk'. You'll see what I mean.

“Jee. You ready to go?” Tit’s voice echoed through the house as he quickly strolled through the front doors. He had gotten a phone call from Chayan when he was at work. Piak had was in her final stages of labour so Tit was coming home early to pick Jee up and then head over to the hospital to welcome their baby niece into the world.


His question was met with silence so he bounded up the staircase two steps at a time to search for his wife, thinking she was probably resting in bed. At least, that is what he was hoping for as she was in her final month of pregnancy.


“Jee? Where are you, teerak?” he asked.


He walked into their bedroom expecting to see her in there but found nothing. Nor was she in the bathroom or any of the other rooms upstairs. It was making him a little anxious as Tit had just spoken with her on the phone not fifteen minutes ago to inform her that Piak was about to give birth and that he was coming home to pick her up. She was definitely at home. Why wasn’t she answering?


The lack of response was troubling him. Recently, anything slightly unexpected or out of the ordinary related to Jee always managed to cause his blood pressure to spike and made him jump to the conclusion that she was going into labour. When she had first experienced a Braxton-Hick contraction a couple weeks ago, he almost had a meltdown.


Despite the fact that they both knew what Braxton-Hick contractions were, Tit’s sense of reason flew from his mind the moment he saw his wife even in the mildest levels of discomfort. Jee, who was much more relaxed about the pregnancy, had watched in amusement as her husband had run to get her pre-packed hospital bag with the pace of an Olympic sprinter. He returned to find his wife giggling at him after her brief contraction had passed.


As Tit was coming back down the steps to continue his search, he faintly heard Jee call out, “P’Tit. I’m in the nursery.” He breathed a sigh of relief at the sound of her voice and then followed it towards the back of the house. It was coming from what was once a library and reading room situated adjacent to the main living room area.


It was a large room at the very back of the house that they had almost finished converting into a nursery for the baby. When they had both first realised that the staircase in their house was an absolute death trap for infants, they had decided to have the nursery downstairs instead of next to their master bedroom as originally planned. The large gaps between the large white planks of steps could easily allow a small child to slip and fall through.


As Jee was already well into her second trimester when they had both noticed the dangers of the staircase, having them reconstructed seemed too much of hassle to deal with. It would have required them to temporarily move out due to all the construction debris and noise. The next best option was just to have the nursery downstairs and wait until the baby was a little older to re-do the staircase. It was not a major concern yet as the the baby would not be arriving for another three weeks and it would take at least 6 months for the baby to become mobile and crawl. They still had time to baby proof things.


The only thing left to do to finish the nursery was move the large tufted velvet sofa that they used to sit and read on out of the room. Tit had already moved all the books from the library to a spare room upstairs, but the sofa was long and much heavier than it looked, thus requiring two pair of hands to move.


Tit already refused to allow his pregnant wife to hold even the lightest of grocery bags when they did their weekly shopping, so there was absolutely no way he would permit her to go anywhere near the heavy sofa, even though she had was extremely stubborn and tried. Chayan was supposed to come over yesterday to help Tit with it, but Piak had starting feeling a tightening pressure in her abdomen in the afternoon so he could not make it.


If there was anything that Jee and Tit had learnt about labour it was that, for the most part, it tended to take a long time. The movies often made the whole ordeal seem like it happens in the blink of an eye. As if the moment the water breaks, the baby would come rocketing out. That is not how it works, women often show signs of pre-labour for hours and even days before the real labour begins and the real labour itself may also extend for days. It was the ‘pushing’ part that was much faster and was the only part that the movies tended to show. There are exceptions, although they tend to be few and far in between. Consequently, news that Piak was in the pre-labour stage had not sent them bolting for the hospital, they could still be waiting for a while yet.


Piak was actually due to give birth almost a week ago, however the baby seemed to be in no hurry to exit her warm abode inside her mother. If Piak had not finally begin to show early signs of labour like she did yesterday, then she would have been induced into labour on the date they set this coming weekend.


Everyone had an inkling that Piak and Chayan’s daughter took after her mother in terms of size. Piak’s belly had always been rather small and looked similar in size to Jee’s despite being a month more advanced into her pregnancy. The alternative possibility was that Tit and Jee’s baby was very large, which Jee believed to be very likely due to the fact that everyone thought she was either having twins or about to give birth any time soon. It was most likely a combination of the two options.


Standing at the door to the nursery, Tit’s brows furrowed has he could not immediately spot his wife. The entry into the rectangular shaped room was through a door on the right side of the wall that separated the nursery and adjourning living room. That rest of that wall consisted of the now empty built-in bookshelves that sat atop of built-in cabinets which they already stocked with baby supplies and paraphernalia. The entire left wall of the room consisted of floor-to-ceiling windows that flanked the back left half of the house. Against the very back wall opposite the bookshelves was the inordinately heavy and large tufted sofa.


Looking at the sofa, Tit noticed that it had been pushed forwards as it now sat about half a metre away from the wall.


“I’m behind the sofa P’Tit.” Tit heard his wife softly speak.


Walking to peer behind the sofa, Tit stopped and looked down in astonishment to find his pregnant wife laying on her side, snug between the back of the sofa and the wall. Her feet were oriented towards the windows and her head was about a foot from where he stood.


“Um, what on earth are you doing down there?” He asked while directing a very quizzical look at her. She was laying on the ground with a militant like stiffness, as if she was planking sideways. It was not a position she was in by choice, she was as stuck as chewing gum to finely textured hair.


Jee had been naughty and had been sneakily decorating the nursery when Tit had expressly told her not to do any heavy lifting anymore. She hadn’t technically been lifting anything heavy as she had only been standing up on the couch to measure and mark the wall for a series of photo frames she wanted to hang up. As her husband was fanatical in his protectiveness, he had refused to allow her to lift a finger and do anything remotely strenuous the moment he realised she was pregnant. Thus, she had to wait for when he was away at work to try and do it.


Jee had reasoned that there really was no point in letting her husband do everything for her, like he insisted with all things now. She was perfectly capable of using a levelling ruler and drawing a few lines on the wall. Pregnancy had not rendered her completely inept.


This had been a continuous point of contention between the couple throughout the pregnancy. Tit was overprotective and Jee was insanely stubborn. However, Jee was not trying to be difficult for no reason, she knew her limits but she also had pathological reflex of doing things people told her not to do.


Tit did tend to over exaggerate the dangers of just about any activity to pregnant women. He had tried to stop her from walking up the stairs when she was five-months along and insisted that he should carry her. She had managed to negotiate that down to letting him walk her up it instead. Jee’s pregnancy had turned Tit into a bit of a nutcase, especially now that she was ballooning in size and having trouble with her general mobility. There was no way she was able to get up from sitting on the couch on her own now, unless she either laid down to roll off it or used the armrest as lever to hoist herself up.


To her demise, she had not anticipated that Tit would come home early today. When he had called her earlier, she had the levelling ruler in the perfect spot and did not want to go through the trouble of adjusting its position again, so she kept the ruler against the wall with one hand and used the other to reach into her pocket to answer her phone. Jee had used her shoulder to hold her phone against her ear during the phone call so her hand was free to continue marking lines on the wall. The excitement of learning that Piak was finally approaching the ‘push’ stage of labour caused her to lose grip of the ruler and it had slipped down the tiny gap between the sofa and the wall. She had grudgingly climbed down from the sofa slowly and steadily to account for her large, heavy belly that tended to tip her balance.


Unfortunately, when she was on the floor, laying down on her back with her side pressed against the sofa, the ruler was not within arm’s reach unless she crawled under sofa. If Jee had still boasted her slim pre-pregnancy physique, it would not have been a problem, but given the fact that her baby bump essentially added a foot on to the side-on measurement of her waist, that level of dexterity was no longer possible. The ruler had also landed upright on its end and because it was longer than the legs of the sofa, the side of the sofa held the ruler firmly upright against the wall, so to dislodge it, the sofa needed to be moved.


There was no way in hell she was going to let Tit do it because then he’d know that she’d been standing on the sofa and he’d have a heart attack. She was doing the heroic thing by protecting the delicate nerves of her husband. It was a win win.


After slowly getting up, Jee grabbed onto the corner of the sofa and with all her might and pulled it from the wall. Jee was not so irresponsible as to attempt to lift a heavy object during late stages of pregnancy. Here, she was merely pulling it along the ground. The only risk it could possibly pose to her health was if she slipped and fell, which is unlikely given she was on a non-slippery carpeted floor that would cushion any fall anyways.


Many people harboured some strange misconception that anything more intense than a resting state was going to make pregnant women spontaneously combust. It is actually recommended for pregnant women to stay active and healthy. It didn’t mean that one should go sign up for triathlon or go bungee jumping, but neither should pregnant women sit around and be stationary incubators. Tit had read all the same books that Jee had, in fact, he knew more about pregnancy than she did, with the exception of knowing what it actually felt like. Yet for some unknown reason, impending fatherhood was like steroids to his sense of protectiveness and tranquilliser to his logic of reasoning, he was on guard all the time. It was both endearing and exasperating.


It took her dozens of attempts and all of her energy to pull the darn sofa far enough from the wall to even squeeze her hips between the gap, but because the ruler had dropped down half way along the length of the couch, she needed to do the same to other corner as well. As she was once again pulled with all her might on the sofa corner, she did reluctantly acknowledge that Tit was right to forbid her from touching the mammoth-weighing furniture and requesting the help of Chayan to lift it upstairs into the spare room. There was no way she could support his kind of weight, even if she was not pregnant. By the time she had moved it as far as she could, she was spent and sweating.


She made the call to stand facing parallel to the wall and length of the sofa to retrieve the ruler as there was no way she could squeeze in sideways, her belly protruded much more in that dimension. The downside was that going front-on was much more unstable given the way her pregnancy weight has changed her centre of gravity. She slowly squatted down instead of bending forward because she knew it was bad for her spine to do so. However, because squatting was not something that was easily done in a confined space and with an added twenty pounds in pregnancy weight, her ankles and tiptoes struggled to hold her up. She lost balance and turned sideways as she slipped down towards the ground.


What ended up saving her was the cause of her downfall in the first place, her big baby bump. As she was larger in depth than she was in width, turning lodged her snugly between the wall and the back of the velvet sofa so she did not actually fall very fast or have a hard impact with the ground. It was more like in the movies, where someone would walk into a glass window and rather than falling as they would in reality, their face would slowly slide down it against the windows with their face getting comically distorted. So Jee proceeded along an embarrassingly slow descent and ended up stuck laying sideways on the floor with her belly against the sofa and her back against the wall.


Shit. Absolutely just what I need right now. Pregnancy has literally killed all my physical dexterity. Jee thought.


She tried to push the sofa further forwards to free herself but the darn sofa was far too heavy to push with only her right hand as her left was stuck under her body. Furthermore, pulling the sofa before had drained her, so grabbing the top of the sofa and trying to pull herself up was also out of the question. It was time to admit defeat. Her only other option was to wait for her husband to come home and then have him go into cardiac arrest upon discovery that his wife was stubborn as a bull and had gotten herself stuck, like the clumsy imbecile that she was.


So this isn’t a win win. It’s a lose lose. Jee thought.


In the end, she waited twelve minutes for her husband to arrive and save her from herself.


Now looking up over her right shoulder at her confused husband, Jee grinned innocently up at him. She was praying that by some miracle, the rush and excitement of getting to the hospital to see Piak would cause Tit to neglect questioning the cause of her precarious position. She said, “I’m stuck.”


“What?!” Tit exclaimed in concern and immediately dropped down onto his knees and placed each of his palms against the back of sofa and the wall in preparation to push them apart.


Just as he was about to shove the sofa forwards, he paused in thought and said, “Hold on a second”. Tit looked down at his wife who looked back up at him innocently and asked, “How did you get stuck in the first place?”


Clearly no miracles were being granted to Jee today, so she gave a general and evasive answer hoping he’d let it slide. Putting on the sweetest voice possible, she said “Oh nothing. I dropped something under the sofa and got stuck trying to pick it up.”


Jee’s tone of voice instantly told Tit that she was guilty of something. It was the voice she only ever used if she had been up to no good and did something he would not approve of. He surveilled the scene before him for clues. After properly taking in the out of position sofa, the levelling ruler in Jee’s hand, the pencil marks on the wall and the height at which they were drawn, Tit quickly pieced together exactly what had happened.


His initial panic of finding his pregnant wife wedged behind a sofa was quickly vanishing as she was clearly not in pain or injured. Jee obviously was okay and well enough to try and weasel her way out the trouble she was in.


The safety of his wife and child were paramount to him, which is why his impulses always went into overdrive if there was any potential danger to either of them. However he did concede that most of the time they were just irrational fears but he could not help it. His entire world was housed inside in one being, and it was simply too precious for him not to protect it with everything that he had.


Tit let out a sigh of exasperation before he bent over so he was on all fours. His head was perfectly aligned with hers, only at an 180 degree angle to each other. He leant down to give her an upside-down kisses as he spoke.


He kissed her forehead, “You.”


Then kissed her left cheek, “Are.”


Then her right cheek, “Going.”


Her nose, “To.”


Her left jaw, “Be.”


Right jaw, “The.”


Chin, “Death.”


Neck, “Of.”


And finally he went back up to place a deep kiss on her lips, “Me.”


She stared up at him with the cheekiest of smiles and giggled.


Tit decided not to lecture his wife this time, instead he was going be play the role of karma. Tit was actually beginning to see the hilarity of the scene before him and the more he looked the funnier it got. His full grown adult wife was stuck behind a damn sofa looking as helpless as a lost Teletubby. What made it even more perfect was the fact that her silhouette in her maternity overalls made her physically resemble a Teletubby as well.


He had a lightbulb moment and reached into his pockets and pulled out his phone. Opening the camera app, he got up off the floor and walked to where her feet were at the other end of the sofa. His wife stared at him perplexed as to what he was doing. The sound effects of the camera made Jee realise what diabolical machination he was up to.


“Khun Sathit! Stop that right now! This is not funny!” She shrieked in embarrassment.


Tit could not hold in the laughter anymore and let it all out in hearty chuckles while his fuming wife was shooting dangers at him through her eyes.


Not being able to resist poking fun at her given that it served her right for being so damn stubborn, Tit teased, “My, my, my. How the mighty have fallen. Pun intended.”


Unaccustomed to being the butt of the joke in their relationship, she wanted out of her predicament as fast as possible. Jee squealed at her husband, “P’Tit! Get me out of here! I’ve been here since you called me fifteen minutes ago! I can’t feel my left arm anymore; it’s been squished under me for ages!”


“Holy shit!” Tit’s protective instincts flared into action. He dropped his phone onto the sofa and in one swift push, he shoved the offending furniture a few feet forwards. Leaning down, Tit scooped his wife into his arms. He then walked around to the other side of the sofa and gently placed her on it. As he was crouching down in front of her he began massaging her arm to stimulate more blood circulation.


“Feel better?” He smiled at her.


“Yes, but I’ll feel even better if you delete those photos.” Jee looked at her husband expectantly and laid her palm out for him to place the phone in it.


Surprisingly, he simply handed the phone over to her, “Here.” He was probably too distracted by that fact that his wife had just spent the past fifteen minutes trapped waiting for him to come rescue her.


Jee quickly opened the photo gallery and deleted the offending photos before returning the phone.


Looking up, she saw her husband staring vulnerably into her eyes. She felt a distinct change in his mood.


“Jee?” Tit murmured in a soft tone.


“Mmmm?” She softly said.


“Can you please be more careful next time?” He requested sincerely without a hint of reproach.


She slowly nodded as she could detect how much he needed it.


Tit continued to speak, “Remember on the day I proposed to you? You said that you were afraid of losing me; that you could barely stand the thought of it?”


“Yes.” She whispered.


“Okay now imagine that type of fear and double it. It was already incomprehensible to begin with right? But you are currently two people who my world completely revolves around, all packaged into one.” Tit sighed and reached his hand up to cup and stroke her cheek as the other hand caressed her belly. “I know I can go a little overboard on the protectiveness and when that is truly the case, feel free to ignore me. But right now, we know that your balance isn’t the best, so please no more standing on chairs okay? At least not when I’m not here to catch you if you fall. Promise me?”


Tit’s words really put into context the origin of his ferocity in which he safeguarded her. It was the same for how she felt about him, only he wasn’t carrying their child inside him. It didn’t necessarily make his love greater that hers but it was like multiplying infinity, the result is still infinity. It knew no bounds. However, she did see his point.


“I promise.” Jee said.


Tit leaned in to kiss his wife briefly before pulling her into a tight hug.


Tit’s phone ringing broke them from their embrace. Tit looked down at his phone to find that it was Chayan calling.


Tit answered the call and placed it on speaker to hear Chayan blast at them. “Where the hell are you two?! You coming or what? Piak is pushing now! Hurry the hell up!”


They could also simultaneously hear Piak yelling in the background. “Chayan! I am literally pushing your child out of my vagina! Get off the GODDAMN phone!” Piak then let out an ear splitting scream that send chills down Tit and Jee’s spine and caused them to stare at each other in abject horror.


“We’ll be there soon!” Jee grabbed the phone and yelled into it before hanging up.


As she was doing so, Tit lifted Jee into his arms and walked hastily towards the front door. Jee had to acknowledge that him carrying her was much faster than the speedy waddle that was her current best substitute for running at this late stage in her pregnancy.


“Oh my god! How the hell did we forget about Piak back there?!” Jee asked although they both knew the answer. They both had an uncanny ability to forget the rest of the world existed when they were together.


Just as Tit was placing Jee down into the passenger seat of the car, Chayan sent a text to Tit, which Jee opened.


She giggled because Chayan had sent the “F*ck You” meme of angry Tit again.


As Tit got into the car, Jee showed him the text, which made him roll his eyes.


As he started the ignition, he smiled at Jee and said, “Scroll up in the text with Chayan.”


Jee did as she was instructed to find that Tit had sent various photos of her stuck behind the sofa to Chayan, followed by a text saying 'Meme this'.

That’s why he had let her delete them from his phone with so little fuss, he had already shared the horrid things to the King of Memes!


“Khun Sathit!!” Jee squealed in outrage.


“Guess I’m not the only one who shall be the subject of an embarrassing meme then?” Tit teased with an amazing sense of satisfaction.

P.s. Guess who finally learnt how to link the posts for each chapter so don't have to adjust chronology of posts anymore? MOI! Finally. :angel10:
 
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Noire89

Simply smile
Aww, this last installment you have gifted us with was super cute funny.
The G being stuck scene reminded me of when my sister in law was pregnant with the twins, she got stuck in an office chair we have in my parents place, she carefully rolled around in it the whole time.
And she didn't say anything until my brother was picking up their 4 year old daughter and told my sister in law they were leaving, he laughed for ten minutes before he managed to actually help her out.
 

NY<3

sarNie Egg
I am loving this so much, can't wait for the next chapters. You have such a great imagination. :cheer:
 

Super Pangit

sarNie Egg
This is a series of short stories that depicts Satit and Jee's life after the lakorn finishes. It's not a continuous narrative, but describes what their life might be like at various time points in their journey as a couple, a family and eventually as parents.

The chapters generally need to be read in chronological order for them to make sense. You will probably eventually note that I do not write them in chronological order, which is largely because this isn't a typical narrative, it's just snippets of their lives that I want to write about.

They are as follows:

Chapter 1 - Move in with me
Chapter 2 - Learning from the best

Chapter 3 - Other references
Chapter 4 - Thinly veiled threats
Chapter 5 - Pillow talk
Chapter 6 - The Knight in Shining Armour and the Teletubby
Chapter 7 - TJ
Chapter 8 - The Wadee Centre for Children
Chapter 9 - The Mile High Club

Chapter 10 - Swimming Lessons
Chapter 11 - Anniversary


Enjoy!


Parts 1 & 2

The day they returned to Bangkok from the village where Jee had accepted Tit’s proposal, Satit dropped her off at her condo and escorted her all the way up to her front door. As Jee was entering the password into the pin pad to unlock the door, Satit took a hold of her hand and turned her around to face him.



“Move in with me.” Satit says looking deeply into Jee’s eyes.



Jee was a caught off guard by his request but could not help but feel excited by the prospect of continuing to spend everyday by each other’s side like they had back at the village. However, Jee knew that Tit had a mountain of paper work to attend to at the law firm and she also had some important matters to attend to.



Yesterday, Jee had gotten a phone call from her mother’s solicitor telling her that she was the sole beneficiary of Sittha’s estate. The amount of corruption money the man had siphoned off in offshore accounts boggled Jee’s mind. The court had ruled Sittha’s death as an act of self-defence on Jaraya’s part, and thus all of his assets went to Jaraya as his legal wife and next of kin. The solicitor explained that Jaraya refused to take the money of her daughter’s abuser and was leaving it all to Jee.



Jee thought it best to deal with all of the legal work associated with inheriting an empire before taking the next big step in her life and moving in with Tit. Jee didn’t want to tell Tit about it quite yet because she knew he’d insist on helping her with the legal details despite having a colossal amount of his own work to do, so she made up an excuse. “We’re not married yet; it wouldn’t be proper. Also my mother would die of shame if we moved in together without getting married first.”



Tit directed a sardonic smile at her, “Jee, I really doubt your mother concerns herself with what others think of her anymore. Also, I’ve already knocked you up, so I think the world has already established that we aren’t a couple that does things the proper way.”



Jee pretended to be outraged and slapped his shoulder, to which Tit rubbed his shoulder vigorously, pretending that it hurt. Turning back around, Jee finished entering the password to open the door. As she was about to step into the condo, Tit slid his arms around her waist from behind. Jee could feel his warm breath tickling her ear.



“Please Jee. Come live with me. I don’t ever want to be apart from you again. I want to take care of you and our baby.” Satit softly whispers to her, while circling his hand over where their child rested in her womb, knowing full well what kind of reaction it would stir in her body.



Jee thought her knees were going to give way from the intense emotions he was inciting in her, and she felt heat pooling in an area not too far south of where Tit's hands laid. It took all of her strength not to give in to his pleads.



If Tit wanted to seduce her into compliance. Fine, Jee thought. But two can play at this game. Putting on a smouldering look she had mastered from her years in the entertainment industry, she swiftly spun around in Tit’s arms and placed both her hands on his chest. Jee then lifted herself onto her toes, moving her face as close as possible to his without actually touching it.



Tit was stunned by her brazenness and for a moment his mind blanked. Jee quickly took the opportunity and pushed Tit backwards while keeping her face close to his. Tit shuffled backwards until his back hit the hallway wall opposite her front door. Jee pressed her body onto his and Jee immediately felt his body’s reaction up against her stomach. She revelled in how powerful it made her feel. Tit’s breathing grew heavy and he instinctively brought his hands up to clasp the side of her waist, but had yet to recover from the shock of Jee's seduction.



Jee drew circles on Tit’s chest with her right hand and in the softest and sexiest whisper Jee could manage, she said. “Give me just a little more time, na ka P’Tit? It won’t be for too long. Please. I promise I’ll make it worth your while.” Her words dripped with innuendo.



Tit's eyes widened in shock and he felt like he was going to melt into a puddle right in the hallway. His mind was running rampant.



Jee wanted to giggle at the state of haze she had induced in Tit, but she then pressed her body further into his and tiptoed up to give him a quick peck on the lips. “Drive home safe,” she chirped, before quickly sliding out of his arms and rushing back into her apartment. Jee closed and locked the door behind her with the biggest smile on her face.



Tit stood frozen in the hallway, willing his body to calm down. His face broke into an enormous smile when he made a realization. She called me P’Tit. She called me Pee. It was like music to his ears.



She said she’d make it worth my while. Tit chuckled at the insanity of what just happened, before conceding to Jee’s wishes and going home to take a very, very cold shower.




Later that night, Satit returned to Jee’s apartment with an overnight bag. Tit thought to himself. Hey, she wanted time, I gave her time. One afternoon is a long time to be away from my baby mama. Any longer is not acceptable.




He let himself in because Jee hadn’t changed the password to the door and headed straight to her bedroom. He walked in to find her fast asleep on her bed. Placing his bag to the side, Tit stripped down to his boxer briefs and then slipped under the covers behind Jee. He pulled her into his arms without waking her and felt a sense of happiness and peace wash over him.




Tit fell asleep thinking. This is where I’m meant to be. She is my home.



Over the next week, Tit spent his days at the law firm finishing up all the outstanding cases he had but didn’t take on any new ones. He wanted to clear his schedule to organise the wedding because he wanted to make it happen as soon as possible. He couldn’t wait to officially belong to each other. Every night he would return to Jee’s apartment with his overnight bag, full of excitement at the prospect of seeing her.



Jee had complained to Tit that he shouldn’t stay over because it would make Daraka feel like a third wheel. What Jee didn’t know was that it was all a part of Tit’s plan. He had been showering kisses on Jee whenever he could, both when Daraka was absent and present. He knew Jee’s personality well, eventually she’d feel so guilty about exposing her friend to such awkward situations and she’d give in and agree to move in with him. It was the most pleasurable form of torture he'd ever inflicted. While Tit felt bad for Daraka, he deemed it a necessary and justifiable evil to get Jee and their baby to come home with him, where they belonged.



The plan finally worked after a week, when Daraka returned home from a date with Jed to find Tit and Jee making out on the living room sofa. Daraka quickly apologized for interrupting and rushed into her room red-faced.



“Oh my god! We have to stop doing this to her, I feel terrible. Why can’t you keep your hands to yourself, Mr. hot-shot lawyer?” Jee sighed and buried her face into his chest as she lay on top of him.



Tit smiled at how adorable she was, keeping his arms wrapped around her. “Well I don’t recall you being so reluctant to my advances. In fact, I distinctly remember yesterday morning that I was taking a shower, minding my own business, when this naked vixen accosted me and – “



Jee snapped her head up from his chest and clamped her hand down on Tit’s mouth, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.



Tit chuckled and wrapped his hand around hers, removing it from his mouth before kissing it and placing it over his chest. “Then move in with me, baby. And then you can accost me all you want, without having to worry about it.”



Her eyes widened as realisation dawned. “Oh my goodness! You planned this! You despicable man!” She got up off him, pulling the cushion out from under Tit’s head and began hitting him with it.



Tit laughed at her reaction while dodging her assault, eventually he snatched the cushion from Jee and trapped her in a hug.



“What’s so damn funny, you terrible man?!” Jee peered up at him with her brows furrowed and her lips pouting.



“I don’t know. You’re just so cute when you’re angry. This kind of reminds me of the night when we made this little one.” Tit smiles and places his hand over Jee’s stomach.



Jee's expression saddened. “That night was different. We were both out of our minds that night.” she softly replies.



“I know, baby. I’m sorry. Never again. I’ll never ever hurt you like that ever again.” Satit brought both his hands up to cup each side of Jee’s face and softly kissed her. Jee sighs as she kisses him back for a long moment before pulling away to look into his eyes.



“P’Tit. I have something I want to tell you.” Jee nervously stated.



“Mmm?” Tit replies.



Jee took a deep breath and told him, “This past week, I haven’t been resting at the condo like you told me to; the morning sickness is mostly gone by noon. I’ve been working to start this new project that I feel really passionate about. You see, mum transferred all her assets to me last week, which includes all of Sittha’s estate. And I was hoping to use that money to open up a centre for orphaned or abused children. It can act like a safe house, or a recreational centre for kids with nowhere else to go. I was also thinking about making part of it a boarding school and the children can also be given scholarships to pay for their college tuition. I don’t want to keep any of Sittha’s dirty money, but it feels right to give it to kids who need it.” Jee pauses to take a hold of Tit’s hand before continuing. “Also, I was hoping to call it The Wadee Centre for Children, do you think Aunt Wadee would be okay with that?” When she finished, Jee nervously awaited Tit’s response.



Tit stared into Jee’s eyes with the same intensity Jee remembered seeing when he proposed to her. “You are the most incredible human being I have ever met.” Tit sighed before pulling her closer and closing his eyes while placing his forehead against hers, feeling as if his heart would burst from both pride and love.



After a moment of just breathing in her scent, Tit’s heart calmed down enough for him to pull his head up and tell Jee. “I don’t think anyone can love anyone as much as I love you, Jee.”



“I love you too, P’Tit.” Jee smiles back softly. Jee could feel her throat closing over and feel tears of happiness falling down her cheeks.



Tit then clasps both of Jee’s hands in his and asked her with complete sincerity, without any seduction and without any humour. “Jee. Will you please move in with me? I want us to be a family, Jee. You, me and our baby. I miss you every moment I’m away from you. And I know that's unavoidable, but at least it would be bearable if I knew that you and I would come home to each other every night and be together again. Na krab, teerak?”



Never in a million years did Jee think that someone could love and accept her that way Tit does. Never in a million years did she think she would find someone who she could love with such intensity and for him to love her just as much in return.



Once Jee felt like her she could speak without her voice cracking, she whispered, “Ka, teerak.”


“We need to go shopping.” Tit said as he lifted up a spoon of congee close to his lips, softly blew on it and then extended it towards Jee.


Leaning over to eat the mouthful offered to her, Jee looked at her fiancée quizzically. She was curious about the shopping comment; she was not at all fazed by the fact that she was being spoon fed like child. It had become Thit’s favourite new ritual to do every morning since the two weeks they had been back from the coastal village. Jee was perfectly capable of feeding herself and used to resist his demands to let him feed her. However, her insistent fiancée kept arguing the point that it was not her that he was feeding, but their baby inside her. How could she say no to that? The man was unrelenting and a master at emotional blackmail; she was clearly fighting a losing battle.



“Why on earth do we need to buy more stuff? Have you taken a look at this place?” Jee arms gestured towards the many boxes scattered around the living room which she had yet to unpack from having moved in a week ago. “If anything, we need to getting rid of stuff, not adding to the pile.”



Tit quickly stuffed another mouthful into Jee’s mouth so he could buy himself a few seconds of silence to explain, “Well, you didn’t bring any furniture with you and I was thinking we should redecorate the house to incorporate your style as well. This is your home now too. You should get to leave your mark on it. I want to come home and see signs of your presence all over this place.” He reached up with a napkin to wipe the little bit of spillage from the corner of Jee’s lips which he had caused due to being a little overzealous in getting that last mouthful in.



Jee’s heart warmed at how much Tit wanted her to feel like she truly belonged here with him. Her expression softened and she leaned over to give her beautiful man a quick kiss on his lips.



Retreating back into her sitting position she said, “Okay then. I wouldn’t mind adding a woman’s touch to this place.” Jee smiled with a glint of playfulness in her eyes and opened her mouth in an exaggerated manner to indicate she wanted more food. “Aaaaah.”



Tit chuckled at how she was making fun their little breakfast dynamics, but he would not trade it for the world. Both he and Jee loved doing this together. It was one of the few moments where they felt like the world just contained their little family. Jee, Thit and their little baby.



Although being fed by another person took significantly more time than eating by yourself, Jee and Tit relished every minute of it. Once Tit returned to work, they would lose the time and luxury of doing this every morning. Sometimes they did it in complete silence, without actually saying word, simply smiling at each other and enjoying each other’s presence. Often, Jee would turn the tables around and snatch the bowl from Tit so she could feed him as well. When she had first done this, he gave her a sardonic smile and said, “I’m not the one gestating here, I don’t need to be fed.” He tried to take the bowl back from Jee.



Jee moved the bowl beyond his reach and said, “I’m feeding my baby daddy. I need him around to eventually support me when I push our baby into the world and then help me raise the little munchkin when he or she gets here. He’s going to need lots of energy to keep up with us, I need my lawyer to be healthy and strong.”



Tit smiled and shook his head at how adorable she was. During that time, Jee seized the opportunity and placed the bowl down on her lap, she scooped up a spoonful of food and used her other hand to pinch Tit’s nostrils closed. When his mouth instinctively gaped open to breathe, she quickly shoved the mouthful in. He almost choked at her manoeuvre and cupped his hand under his chin to prevent anything from spilling. His eyes found hers with an expression of humour and surprise.



“How do you like the taste of your own medicine sir?” Jee beamed at him.



Swallowing the congee, Tit wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and replied, “You sneaky little minx.”



“Well I learnt from the best.” Jee answered with mocking satisfaction before scooping up some more and offering another mouthful to him.



When Jee and Tit finished breakfast, they hopped into Tit’s car to go to the shopping mall. Jee had tried to dress as simple as possible to avoid recognition. She was wearing beige cigarette trousers and had a white ribbed t-shirt tucked into them. On her feet where a pair of white low-rise converse sneakers and she popped on her reading glasses for good measure.



Tit also was dressed in a similar laid back style. He wore a pair of well-fitted black jeans, a white polo t-shirt and brown suede boots. Ironically, despite trying to remain incognito, they both looked like they were going to model in a campaign for Ralph Lauren. When they arrived, they walked around inside the mall as jolly as can be, Tit had his arm around Jee’s shoulders and Jee had her arm around his waist.



Luckily, they were browsing for furniture which was located on the highest level in the mall along with all the other home appliance stores. That area tended to be much more deserted than the bustling fashion retail on the floors below, so nobody really noticed or paid them much attention.



Jee was actually rather surprised that she was not being recognised, not that she had an overinflated sense of self-importance, but she was generally mobbed whenever she went out in crowded public areas. It was largely because her usual edgy fashion attire caught a lot of attention on its own and then when people saw her face, it was game over and she’d have to escape before she was swamped by fans. The fact that she walked around half concealed by Tit’s larger frame also helped. The public were not used to seeing her out and about with a man, let alone showing open displays of affection with one. The image of Jeerawut the public knew was of a solitary glamourous fashionista with a sassy, exuberant manager trailing in her wake.



Funnily enough, the public did not actually know much of Tit. In the hospital, when he had threatened the paparazzi with lawsuits for taking photos and publishing about Jee, he had sent them off with their tails between their legs. Although he had given them permission to write a retraction of the previous slander they wrote, telling them to amend it with the truth, including the fact that he was her husband, the media storm never occurred. Not a single story was released about Jee’s personal life following that day.



Apparently, when Jee and Tit were having their emotional showdown in her hospital suite, P’Sookie had a strongly worded exchange with the hungry reporters outside. He had sung a thousand praises about how good Tit was at suing the life out of crooked people and that unscrupulous reporters should beware. They would not want to catch the attention of the fierce lawyer, Satit, and have him start snooping around, uncovering all the slander that circulates in their publishing offices. Lawsuits are costly and tabloid publications were businesses that like to keep their money.



Upon return, the reporters had probably done a quick google search, seen Tit’s win rates in court and decided it best to play it safe and not publish anything at all. Jee never knew having a lawyer as a partner could be so darn useful. Would have saved her a world of grief if she had her handsome tabloid warden by her side earlier.



As they moved from furniture store to furniture store, it began to get a little tedious when all the salesmen kept harassing them and would not give them space to just browse and think. While Jee and Tit understood that they worked on commission, some of the salesmen could not respect their customers need for some space.



Exiting the store, Tit spotted another, much more interesting, store across the walkway and dragged Jee along with him. Jee looked up to find that he had lead them into a baby and maternity store. The place was enormous and was a pregnancy and baby supply haven, it had everything, from cots, diapers and strollers, to baby books and maternity clothes.



Given that it was still rather premature to be shopping for maternity clothes and cots, Tit took Jee to the book section. It was a library of information about everything ranging from morning sickness, to embryogenesis, to parenting methods and cognitive development of infants. The area was empty except for the two of them.



Tit walked up to a shelf and picked up a book and started flicking through to see if it looked worth buying, Jee picked up another and did the same. Ten minutes into browsing and Tit marched up to Jee with an open book in his hand. He stopped at her side and without any hesitation, he reached up and grasped one of her breasts as if were the most natural thing to do in a public space.



Jee looked up from the book she was reading in astonishment and then glared at him with wide eyes. She slapped his hand from her breast and quickly whipped her head around to check that nobody had noticed. A deep blush spread across her cheek and she reprimanded her fiancée, “What are you doing? You can’t just grab my boobs in public!”



Without any qualms, Tit reached his hand back up and latched on again, this time he gave a little squeeze. “Does that hurt?”, he asked with an unfazed expression.



An outraged Jee once again slapped his hand away. “Khun Satit! Stop grabbing my boobs. We are out in public! Maintain some decorum!” She whipped her head around again to surveil their surroundings.



“Nobody is here.” He gestured towards the empty expanse of the book area. Then Tit held up the book in his hands so Jee could read the cover. The title read, “A complete guide to breasts and pregnancy.” Of bloody course he picked up a book all about boobs! He then flipped the book back around and pointed to a passage about breast tenderness and soreness during the preliminary stages of pregnancy.



He then reached up and repeated his examination, but this time on Jee’s other breast. “Does that hurt?” He asked as his hand was doing a massaging motion. Jee should not be getting excited by her fiancée groping her in a maternity store, but unfortunately it was beyond her control.



An exasperated Jee let out a huff as her demands were clearly falling on deaf ears. Deciding she needed to do more to get his full attention, which was currently all directed at her breasts, she stepped forwards and cupped him between the apex of this thighs and softly squeezed as he had done to her. His eyes snapped up from his inspection of her breast and Jee felt his hold of her sensitive anatomy loosen.



She then whispered to him in a low threatening tone with a false smile plastered on her face. “Let go or I’ll squeeze harder.” Tit hesitated for a moment as he was somewhat enjoying her display of aggression, it was a strange turn on for him because nowadays it happened so rarely. Oh there were times when she was cheeky, but seldom did he see her angry anymore. The last time was when she realised that he was sneakily coercing her to move in with him, by making Daraka extremely awkward when walking in on their displays of affection.



Jee took his pause as non-compliance and squeezed significantly harder, to the point where she knew pleasure bordered on pain. Tit’s eyes almost bulged out of their sockets and he reflexively bent over slightly as protective mechanism of his family jewels. They were now pressed up against each other and Tit’s ear was right next to her face. She then whispered through her teeth again, “Let. Go.”



Tit followed orders and raised his arms up in a show of surrender. Jee then released her grip on his privates and continued to glower up at him, expecting an apology and a proper explanation.



Her fiancée kept his arms up as he defended himself. “What? It is purely for scientific purposes. I was checking to see if you exhibit the expected symptoms of pregnancy. It was a medical examination. Get your mind out of the gutter young lady. I’m not the perverted one here.” He had on the most untrustworthy smile Jee had ever seen, which was saying something as her late step-father was the slimiest guy most people will ever meet.



Jee directed a blank stare at her treacherous fiancée and then looked down at his pelvic area, “That must be why your little friend down there is rather excited then, huh? Investigating the symptomology of pregnant women.”



Tit readjusted his pants to hide the evidence before giving Jee the cheesy grin of a culprit caught red-handed and stepped towards her to take her into his arms. He kissed her forehead in his attempts at grovelling and whispered seductively, “I can’t help it, you’re too beautiful. It’s not my fault.” He slowly stroked across her cheeks as he said the words. His hands eventually trailed down to the sides of her waist where he drew slow circles with his thumbs. The man was a master manipulator and knew all the right buttons to push to soften Jee up.



Unsurprisingly, Jee was as prone to his charms as he was to hers and she could feel her body react in a manner highly inappropriate given the maternity store they were located in. She stepped back out of his arms, put back the books they were holding and clutched Tit’s hand to drag him towards the exit. “The medical examination may proceed at home.” Jee stated in a deceptively calm manner. Tit smiled in victory as his beautiful fiancée lead him out of the store.



Just as they were about to clear the store entrance, a heavily pregnant woman walked up to them, she looked up at Tit in surprise and called out, “Satit?”



Jee and Tit stopped in their tracks and looked at the sweet-looking woman in front of them. She was a few inches above five foot and was wearing a yellow flowy maternity dress. It was obvious that she was one of the lucky ladies that got that radiant pregnancy glow.



“Leah?” Tit replied. “Goodness. How’ve you been? It must have been around six years since I last saw you.”



Leah smiled at Tit, “I could say the same for you, golden boy. It’s been too long. Not going to lie and say I’m glad to be out of the shadow of Mr. Summa Cum Laude at law school. You are a serial over-achiever, totally made the rest of us look bad.” She joked.



Tit laughed, he had heard that joke many times whenever he ran into old classmates. Leah’s gaze then floated to Jee, who she recognised based on the stunned expression on her face. Tit quickly broke the ice and initiated the introductions.



“Leah, this is Jee, my fiancée. And Jee, this is Leah, my classmate in law school.” The two women smiled, brought their hands up to wai and exchanged the customary ‘Nice to meet you’.



Leah threw her arms up in exasperation and said, “Of course you go and score yourself a gorgeous movie star, golden boy. Couldn’t have just ended up with a normal person like us mere mortals.” Leah chuckled. Based on the way she was poking fun at Tit, Jee knew Leah was a woman she could become good friends with.



“I have an over-achieving reputation to uphold. Couldn’t just be with anyone less than sheer, utter perfection.” He laughed as he wrapped his arm around Jee’s waist which made Jee smile.



“Can you be any more perfect? Jesus, all the underclassmen girls that pined for you are probably going to divorce their second husbands and try and steal you away if they get wind that you’re looking to be husband material.” Leah needled.


Tit shook his head as he remembered the insanity of the strange fan base he amassed during his years at law school. He would find his study carrel in the library piled high with chocolates and gifts on Valentine’s day and on his birthday. It was rather bizarre.



“You were mister popular in school?” Jee looked up with a glint in her eyes.



“Why do you sound so surprised? I am a total catch okay, the ladies loved me.” Tit grinned with false pride, not realising he had opened up an enormous can of worms by revealing that titbit. Jee gave Tit an ominous smile and remained silent.



Leah, on the other hand, understood the psyche of a fellow woman and knew a very probing conversation was about to occur. She gave Tit and Jee a quick hug and promised to send invites to her baby shower before she dismissed herself and entered into the baby store.



The happy pair then walked back to the car in haste as they remembered the initial motivation for their speedy departure. As they were strapping themselves into the car, Jee turned towards her fiancée and asked, “So you were a ladies’ man in college were you?”



Satit cringed inwardly as he realised the hole he dug himself in. “I wouldn’t say that exactly.” He was trying to beat around the bush.



“I quote from Mr. Satit himself, ‘the ladies loved me’” She did exaggerate air quotes and gave him a wide smile. “How many girls did you date, Casanova?”



“I dated some.” Tit continued to be evasive. He was not sure he was ready for Jee to find out how free-spirited he had been during his college days.



“How much is some?” Jee continued to probe. She was curious about his response, yet was not too worried about what the answer might be, she knew it was all ancient history. She did however love watching Tit squirm, it was quickly becoming one of her favourite things to do.



Deciding it was best to rip it all off quick like a Band-Aid, Tit sighed and let it out in one quick breath, “I’ve dated 23 girls in total, 18 I slept with and 3 of which weren’t really my girlfriends, we were just friends with benefits. I’ve also had a couple one-night-stands.” Tit looked at Jee through one eye and waited for the response with trepidation.



Jee was stunned, she did not expect those kind of statistics. Not from her uppity lawyer. “T-T-Twe-twenty three? Friends with benefits?” Her mind was being blown right now. She knew he’d had sexual experience before, it showed in his performance but she never realised Tit could have ever been so liberal as to have purely sexual relationships. In her mind, sexual relationships, unless they were of the sugar-daddy or sugar-mama sort, did not reflect a person’s moral character. Nevertheless, she could not imagine Tit ever being a college frat boy kind of guy, not that he necessarily was, but that was the stereotypical image that their conversation brought to mind. Her glass was totally shattered, the illusion lost, he was not the extremely proper, super conservative gentleman people thought him to be, he was a certified ladies’ man!



“I was a little overindulgent in my youth okay? But I wasn’t stupid about it, I had safe sex. Always.” Tit was trying to move Jee’s thought process along from his extensive sexual history.



“Well you aren’t that safe my friend. I didn’t see you wrap it up on our first time. Hence, the breast tenderness that you so kindly wish to examine.” Jee gestured towards her breasts and then womb with a smile and her eyebrow raised at him. She could see he was getting super nervous so she finally loosened the noose around his neck and comforted him, “I don’t care about what you did before you met me, teerak. It was before you met me, I’m not going to hold that against you. It’s just very unexpected given the person you appear to be now.”



Jee paused and thought about it for a moment before correcting herself, “Actually, scratch that. Now that I think about it, it’s not surprising at all. You just groped me in a maternity store. You are a total grade-A pervert with a one-track mind. That kind of deviance needed to be cultivated over several years.” Jee turned and giggled at her fiancée.



Tit gave an amused smile, then retaliated by unbuckling her seat belt and gripping her by the waist. In one swift movement, he hoisted her over the centre compartment of the car so she sat sideways on his lap, with her back towards the window and supported by his arm, just like he had done before. “Excuse me, you groped me right back, you must have learnt some deviance along the way too.” He poked fun at Jee.



Jee sat up straighter to whisper in his ear. “Duh. You. You’re the biggest deviant around. I learnt from the master.”



“No, seriously. I laid my dirty laundry out for you, time for you to dish the dirt. I know I was your first sexual partner but what about boyfriends? Can’t imagine someone who looks as you do, not have a mile-long line of suitors trailing after her.”



“Oh I had suitors, but I just didn’t have the time and wasn’t really interested in dating any of them. P’Sookie scouted me when I was fifteen, I barely had enough time for school with all the time work took up, let alone time to deal with boys.” She rolled her eyes as she accentuated the word ‘boys’ in a repelling manner.



Tit was equally stunned by the statistic she had just presented to him. She was an innocent, through and through. God almighty. It was he that was the serpent slithering into the garden of Eden. “So no boys at all…” He was having trouble processing all of this, cringing at how, in his former state of extreme ignorance, he had once accused her of being a Jezabel of the worst order. If anything, he was the corrupt one by comparison.



“Nope. No boys.” Jee said with the pop of her lips. She wrapped her hands his neck and kissed Tit on the nose. She then moved down and smiled against his lips, “I have, however, been with a man who is everything I’ve ever wanted and all I am ever going to need. Thus far, he’s worked very hard to keep me satisfied.”



Tit groaned and pressed his lips onto hers, deepening the kiss the moment Jee gave him entry. It quickly escalated into a full-blown make out session, they continued their passionate lip-lock for minutes until they heard a loud knock on the car window.



The pair broke from their trance to find a burly security guard scowling at them. The large uniformed man did not even say anything to them, he obviously had encountered many scenes like this before so he came prepared. He simply held up a sign and pointed to it which had printed in bold capital letters ‘Public indecency is committable offence’. Along the bottom, the man had clearly scribbled an extra comment on himself that read, ‘If you don’t want to end up in jail, save it for when you get home!’ He then narrowed his eyes and used two fingers to point back and forth between his eyes and the guilty couple to indicate that he was watching them, before stomping off.



Jee and Tit remained stiff in each other’s arms for a moment before cracking up in a hysterical fit of laughter.



“Oh my god. We completely just got told. Especially you, Mr. Attorney, how do you like being on the other side of the law?” Jee had tears streaming out the sides of her eyes.



Tit chuckled at the insanity of the situation and rubbed his hand down his face before he jokingly said, “This has never happened before. What are you doing to me woman? You’re turning me into an oversexed delinquent.”



“Oh I learnt my delinquency from the best. It’s just a terrible vicious cycle I guess. You corrupt me, then I corrupt you. We are bound to end up in jail at some point.” Jee giggled and Tit laughed back in amusement, with the thought that there might be some truth to that comment running through his mind.



Tit then strengthened his resolve and hoisted Jee back over to the passenger seat. He stated seriously, “Okay. No more interruptions. There is a very important medical examination to be done when we get home.” His determination made Jee giggle and her insides were bubbling with anticipation.



Tit then started the ignition and speedily drove them home.

Subsequent chapters posted later in this thread, in clusters just like this, as each post cannot exceed 50,000 characters. Otherwise I'd cram the whole thing in one neat little post to satisfy my OCDness.
Just wanna say, its a pleasure reading your story i love this two
 

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My goodness, I just found out about this today haha damn! The intimacy and sexual parts are intoxicating haha love it! Like I’m reading a historical romance novel! 55
 
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