ThitJee Ever After

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"Such fun!"

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.
 
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Great!!!!
I'll be lookimg forward the next eps... How about your version of the very first night??? hehehehe...
 

luther

"Such fun!"
Ask and you shall receive. Well, not always, but I liked the request @JJay. :)

Here's what I imagined the sex scene to be like, especially the emotional turmoil involved. The lakorn faded out the scene for censorship reasons so I'm here to fill in the gaps. It's more skewed towards what I hoped Satit and Jee were thinking during the night rather than what might have been conveyed on screen.

I will also give a mandatory disclaimer saying that given it's a SEX scene, there will be SEX involved. It ain't no PG-13 stuff, just telling you now. I put it in a spoiler tab for all you delicate folks who don't wanted to corrupted. But then again, you're on this thread written by me so I'm guessing perhaps that ship has already sailed. :naughty2:

I pick it up just before the scene is cut off in the lakorn.

Enjoy!


“Do it then!” Jee exclaimed, feeling as if her very existence had completely lost what little worth it had to begin with. Gripping Tit’s shirt Jee continued to taunt him. “Kiss me! Sleep with me! Destroy my dignity! Avenge that fact that I killed the woman you loved!”


Tit felt a burning in his chest as watched Jee’s hysteria grow. The urge to pull her into his arms and tell her what he had once thought he felt for was seeping through the cracks of his resolve.


Tit recited in his mind. She killed Tiw. She left Tiw for dead! Remember that Tit. You cannot feel anything for the woman who killed Tiw. You’d be a monster if you did.


Yet deep down, Tit knew that he become a monster a long time ago. However, on a conscious level, he refused to acknowledge that reality and his dismissal of his true feelings made it extremely difficult to reconcile the rapid pounding of his heart whenever he was with Jee.


Looking in Jee’s eyes, he could no longer see the spark of hope that shone bright when he was with her. At that moment, he knew he’d broken something inside her, causing his own resolve to crumble.


“DO IT! GO FOR IT! DO I-“ Jee’s screams were silenced as Tit clasped her face with both his hands and brought his lips down on hers.


It felt wrong, yet it felt so right in a way that Tit couldn’t explain. Tit’s heart was burning, but he wouldn’t let himself think about whether it was with a sense of justice or another emotion entirely.


Jee struggled to free herself from his grasp, but suddenly her panic was quickly replaced by the sense of belonging that she felt nowhere else except for in Tit’s arms. She stopped resisting and let Tit continue pressing his lips onto hers.


They both got lost in the intoxication and the kiss endured until they both ran out of breath.


Pulling back, Tit looked into Jee’s eyes and saw a lost little girl who grew up in the slums. He found it unbearable. He slowly stroked his thumb across her cheek, just like he had the day before, and then pressed his forehead against hers and took slow, deep breaths.


In that moment, Tit acknowledged to himself what he’d always known all along, that this was the woman he loved. In that moment, Tit embraced that fact that he was a monster.

Tit made a deal with himself. One night only, Tit. You’re allowed be a monster for one night only. And tomorrow, you get Tiw the justice she deserves.


Jee felt a change in Tit that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but somehow it made her feel safer. Safe enough to simply take deep breaths and bask in his presence like he was doing in hers.


Breaking out of his little reverie, Tit lifted his head from hers and brought his lips back down onto hers. He nipped and licked at Jee’s soft lips until she let at a sigh. Tit took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth and explored the sweetness of her mouth.


Jee was overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her, but like an addict, she needed more. She let her tongue mimic the movement of his and she heard Tit groan in response.


As their tongues continued to slow dance with each other, Tit briefly broke contact to scoop her up into his arms, before resuming the dance. Their lips never left each other’s as Tit slowly took her upstairs.


Walking through the threshold of his bedroom, Tit then pulled back from the kiss to lay Jee on his bed. Tit stood back up to finally allow himself to appreciate her in all her glory. God, she’s beautiful. He wanted to kiss and worship every inch of her body.


For some reason, the look in Tit’s eyes as he scanned her from head to toe made her feel powerful, rather than insecure about being seen naked for the first time. He looked at her as if she were an oasis in an arid desert.

As his gaze finally returned to hers, Tit quickly dispensed himself of his clothes without ever looking away from her. Jee’s breath hitched as his beautiful form was revealed, with his blatant masculinity making her flush deeply.


The innocence of her flush made Tit’s heart palpitate. Tit slowly lowered himself onto the bed and then moved over her to rest his torso flush against hers. He could feel the evidence of her arousal against his chest. Tit took his sweet time, stroking and kissing every part of Jee’s body until he had her mewling from the onslaught of pleasure. Only then did Tit finally settle himself between her thighs and thrust home as he stared intensely into Jee’s eyes.


Jee felt a stinging tinge down there as Tit entered her, the fullness felt extremely foreign, but it was nothing compared to all the pleasure she was experiencing. She felt the sensation building and instinctively moved to match his sure and steady movements until they both got lost in each other. That night, they continued to find fulfilment in each other’s arms over and over before they fell asleep from exhaustion, just hours before dawn.


Waking up at almost at noon, the sunlight streaming in from the window warmed Tit’s face. Jee’s scent flooded his senses and he opened his eyes to and looked down to find her fast asleep with her face tucked against his neck and her body snuggled up against his. He took a few moments to marvel at how amazing it felt. It felt like heaven. Tit wanted to stay like this forever.


Looking past Jee’s head something caught his eye and he froze. A photograph of he and Tiw stood there accusing him, causing his sense of euphoria to came crashing down around him. It reminded him of what he was supposed to be doing rather than what he wanted to do. He wanted to be with Jee, but his conscious wouldn’t allow him.


His expression darkened at the frustration of it all and it that moment Jee woke up to Tit’s damning stare, thinking it was directed at her. With his mind trapped in war between his head and his heart, Tit extricated him from Jee and sat up on the edge of the bed to try and make sense of the mess he was in.


Jee lay still in a state of shock after seeing the hatred marring Tit’s face. She turned away towards the window and silent tears began streaming down her face as she came to the realisation that she’d done it again. She’d fooled herself into thinking that someone could ever love her.

Last night had been magical for her. For a moment she began to believe in the impossible again. When Tit made her like the most precious thing on earth, Jee had let herself believe that Tit had been lying when he said he was only with her to avenge Tiw, just as she had been lying when she said that love-making was something she was well-versed at. She thought she had felt it, that he loved her just as she loved him. However, the look of loathing on his face clearly told her otherwise.


When are you going to get into your thick skull Jee?! You’re unlovable. Jee used duvet to muffle her cries.


Meanwhile, a civil war continued to wage inside of Tit. He turned around to see Jee’s back facing him. He wanted her so badly it hurt.


For you, I could be a monster. He thought as he reached his arm out towards her.


Then Tit’s gaze once again locked on the photograph of he and Tiw on the bedside table.

No you can’t, it chastised. You made a deal. Only for one night.

Tit retracted his arm away from Jee and got up and left the room, feeling a profound sense of emptiness that always occurred when he was away from Jee.
 
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Ask and you shall receive. Well, not always, but I liked the request @JJay. :)

Here's what I imagined the sex scene to be like, especially the emotional turmoil involved. The lakorn faded out the scene for censorship reasons so I'm here to fill in the gaps. It's more skewed towards what I hoped Satit and Jee were thinking during the night rather than what might have been conveyed on screen.

I will also give a mandatory disclaimer saying that given it's a SEX scene, there will be SEX involved. It ain't no PG-13 stuff, just telling you now. I put it in a spoiler tab for all you delicate folks who don't wanted to corrupted. But then again, you're on this thread written by me so I'm guessing perhaps that ship has already sailed. :naughty2:

I pick it up just before the scene is cut off in the lakorn.

Enjoy!



“Do it then!” Jee exclaimed, feeling as if her very existence had completely lost what little worth it had to begin with. Gripping Tit’s shirt Jee continued to taunt him. “Kiss me! Sleep with me! Destroy my dignity! Avenge that fact that I killed the woman you loved!”


Tit felt a burning in his chest as watched Jee’s hysteria grow. The urge to pull her into his arms and tell her what he had once thought he felt for was seeping through the cracks of his resolve.


Tit recited in his mind. She killed Tiw. She left Tiw for dead! Remember that Tit. You cannot feel anything for the woman who killed Tiw. You’d be a monster if you did.


Yet deep down, Tit knew that he become a monster a long time ago. However, he refused to acknowledge that reality and his dismissal of his true feelings made it extremely difficult to reconcile the rapid pounding of his heart whenever he was with Jee.


Looking in Jee’s eyes, he could no longer see the spark of hope that shone bright when he was with her. At that moment, he knew he’d broken something inside her, causing his own resolve to crumble.


“DO IT! GO FOR IT! DO I-“ Jee’s screams were silenced as Tit clasped her face with both his hands and brought his lips down on hers.


It felt wrong, but much more so it felt right in a way that Tit couldn’t explain. Tit’s heart was burning, but he wouldn’t let himself think about whether it was with a sense of justice he was feeling or another emotion entirely.


Jee struggled to free herself from his grasp, but suddenly her panic was quickly replaced by the sense of belonging that she felt nowhere else except for in Tit’s arms. She stopped resisting and let Tit continue pressing his lips onto hers.


They both got lost in the intoxication and the kiss endured until they both ran out of breath.


Pulling back, Tit looked into Jee’s eyes and saw a lost little girl who grew up in the slums. He found it unbearable. He slowly stroked his thumb across her cheek, just like he had the day before, and then pressed his forehead against hers and took slow, deep breaths.


In that moment, Tit acknowledged to himself what he’s always known all along, that this was the woman he loved. In that moment, Tit embraced that fact that he was a monster.

Tit made a deal with himself. One night only, Tit. You’re allowed be a monster for one night only. And tomorrow, you get Tiw the justice she deserves.


Jee felt a change in Tit that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but somehow it made her feel safer. Safe enough to simply take deep breaths and bask in his presence like he was doing in hers.


Breaking out of his little reverie, Tit lifted his head from hers and brought his lips back down onto hers. He nipped and licked at Jee’s soft lips until she let at a sigh. Tit took the opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth and explored the sweetness of her mouth.


Jee was overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her, but like an addict, she needed more. She let her tongue mimic the movement of his and she heard Tit groan in response.


As their tongues continued to slow dance with each other, Tit briefly broke contact to scoop her up into his arms, before resuming the dance. Their lips never left each other’s as Tit slowly took her upstairs.


Walking through the threshold of his bedroom, Tit then pulled back from the kiss to lay Jee on his bed. Tit stood back up to finally allow himself to appreciate her in all her glory. God, she’s beautiful. He wanted to kiss and worship every inch of her body.


For some reason, the look in Tit’s eyes as he scanned her from head to toe made her feel powerful rather than insecure. He looked at her as if she were an oasis in an arid desert.

As his gaze finally returned to hers, Tit quickly dispensed himself of his clothes without ever looking away from her. Jee’s breath hitched as his beautiful form was revealed, with his blatant masculinity making her flush deeply.


The innocence of her flush made Tit’s heart palpitate. Tit slowly moved over her to rest his torso flush against hers, feeling evidence of her arousal against poking against chest. Tit took his sweet time, stroking and kissing every part of Jee’s body until he had her mewling from the onslaught of pleasure. Only then did Tit finally settle himself between her thighs and thrust home as he stared intensely into Jee’s eyes.


Jee felt a tinge down there as Tit entered her, but it was nothing compared to all the pleasure she was experiencing. She felt the sensation building and matched his sure and steady movements until they both got lost in each other. That night, they continued to find fulfilment in each other’s arms over and over before they fell asleep from exhaustion, just hours before dawn.


Waking up almost at noon, the sunlight streaming in directly from the window warmed Tit’s face. Jee’s scent flooded his senses and he opened his eyes to and looked down to find her fast asleep with her face tucked against his neck and her body snuggled up against his. It felt like heaven. Tit wanted to stay like this forever.


Looking past Jee’s head something caught his eye and he froze. A photograph of he and Tiw stood there accusing him, causing his sense of euphoria to came crashing down around him. He wanted to be with Jee, but his conscious wouldn’t allow him.


His expression darkened at the frustration of it all and it that moment Jee woke up to find Tit's damning stare, thinking it was directed at her. With his mind trapped in war between his heart and his sense of righteousness, Tit extricated him from Jee and sat up on the edge of the bed to trying and make sense of the mess he was in.


Jee lay still in a state of shock after seeing the hatred marring Tit’s face. She turned away towards the window and silent tears began streaming down her as she came to the realisation that she’s done it again. She’d fooled herself into thinking that someone could ever love her. Last night, when Tit made her like the most precious thing on earth, Jee had let herself believe that Tit had been lying when he said he was only with her to avenge Tiw, just as she had been lying when she said that love-making was something she was well-versed at. However, the look of disgust on his face just before clearly told her otherwise.


When are you going to get into your think skull Jee?! You’re unlovable. Jee used duvet to muffle her cries.


Meanwhile, a civil war continued to wage inside of Tit. He turned around to see Jee’s back facing him.


For you, I could be a monster. He thought as he reached his arm out towards her.


Then Tit’s gazed once again locked on the photograph of he and Tiw on the bedside table.

No you can’t, it chastised. You made a deal. Only for one night.

Tit retracted his arm away from Jee and got up and left the room, feeling a profound sense of emptiness that always occurred when he was not with Jee.
Awesome imagination.... Definitely if you are in, i'm in. Keep posting and i will be reading... ;)
Becoming your fan #1 here. Lol...
Perhaps you will be the next E.L. James...
 

luther

"Such fun!"
As you'll note guys I'm not putting the stories into spoiler tabs anymore as this is a thread dedicated to them. So I don't feel bad about all the space it takes up in the thread.

But let me know if you'd prefer it to be back in the spoiler tabs. :)
 

luther

"Such fun!"
Part 4

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 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 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 made 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 has so much 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 I nor Jee 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, shutting down any scandal that the press could twisted that question into by using a rational and reasonable argument. 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 spoke to say, “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 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 the opportunity where he had all the press’ attention and said, “I had initially thought to take legal action against that 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 of guilt 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 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.


“We’re going to regret this decision aren’t we?” Tit asked his fiancée as they both descended the stairs into their living room. Both Jee and Tit were dressed to the nines. Jee was wearing a little black dress that was quiet simple. It was a shiny satin dress with thin spaghetti straps and a hemline that came half-way down her thighs, though simple, the way Jee wore it made the rather simple garment look elegant and extraordinary. At ten weeks into her pregnancy, her stomach was still flat and imperceptible.


Looking at the silky fabric draping over her curves made Tit contemplate cancelling their plans for the night and staying in instead, but he knew that wouldn’t be possible. He, on the other hand, was also looking very dapper. He was wearing a crisp, white dress shirt that was perfectly tailored to him, paired with navy trousers and polished black leather shoes which made him resemble a walking advertisement for Armani.


When Tit reached the bottom of the staircase, he turned around to face Jee, who was walking down the steps behind him. Jee came to a stop on the last step with her body almost pressed up to Tit’s. Her lips came up exactly level with Tit’s nose and not being able to resist the temptation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled before planting a little kiss on the tip of her fiancee’s nose.


Pulling back to look down into his eyes, Jee replied to his question with amusement, “What? Letting Chayan and Piak plan our bachelor and bachelorette nights?”


Tit sighed and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, then bent down to rest his cheek on Jee’s sternum. “Yep. Those two really have questionable standards of boundaries sometimes. Especially Piak, I dread what kind of heinous activities she has planned for you tonight. Pregnancy has made her levels of lunacy elevate rather higher than usual, so you are likely in for a wild ride tonight.”


Jee giggled and teased Tit by saying, “Oh I greatly anticipate a night of debauchery. Some scandalous exploration is in order before I hitch my wagon to a stuffy, uptight attorney.” Tit retaliated by hugging her even tighter and trailing a palm down to Jee’s derrière to squeeze it, making her yelp a little.


“How about I show you how uptight and stuffy I really am when we return home tonight?” Tit whispered into Jee’s neck before kissing and suckling it a little which caused Jee’s breath to hitch and her cheeks to blush deeply.


Jee had been living with Tit for a month now, and there were still moments when her innocence in the realm of passion and romance surprised Tit. He knew that he had been her first lover, but discovering he had been her first real kiss and boyfriend, outside acting in lakorns, was another bewildering revelation for Tit. The emotional maturity that Jee had developed, from enduring all the traumatic experiences in her life, often made Tit forget that he was over seven years her senior. It really made Tit feel like an old cradle snatcher when he made references that would completely fly over Jee’s head because she had been too young to go through the same experience and know what he was talking about.


Recovering from Tit’s sensuous invitation, Jee admitted, “I don’t think we’ll even have the energy to shower when we get home. Piak’s been cackling constantly about all the craziness she and Chayan have planned and it’s making me a little afraid of what’s ahead.” Neither Jee nor Tit were actually concerned about their faithfulness to each other, it was more the insanity of what Chayan and Piak had devised that had them both feeling a little anxious.


Jee continued to half-heartedly complain, “I don’t even get the benefit of booze to make tonight more bearable. I’m going to remember every little thing in excruciating detail.” Jee did not drink even before her pregnancy, but she had to concede it would have been nice to be able to take a few sips to ease the nerves for the night. As it was the usual rite of passage to see some sort of strip show during your bachelor or bachelorette nights, both Tit and Jee had figured that would somehow be incorporated into tonight’s festivities. Tit was the only man Jee had ever seen in the nude so tonight may well be another eye-opening experience for her.


Never missing an opportunity to jest with Jee’s innocent nature, Tit deliberately misinterpreted her words and joked, “True. I suppose when I’m your only reference, anyone else’s would be considered little, huh?” He pulled his head back to gage her reaction to what he insinuated.


Jee’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a few seconds before her eyes widened as she caught onto his meaning, which thoroughly amused Tit. “You are such a dirty creep!” she exclaimed in outrage before slapping his shoulders.


“Well, I haven’t received any complaints from you in the bedroom department so far, so I think it’s best I maintain my level of sexual creativity.” Tit smiled brightly before nuzzling Jee’s nose with his.


Suddenly, an incessant ringing of the doorbell caused the loving pair to turn their attention towards the front door. They saw P’Sookie peering into the hallway at them through the window beside the front door.


“Hey! She’s already pregnant, Mr. handsome lawyer. Keep it in your pants!” P’Sookie jokingly chided Tit.


Tit and Jee laughed and extricated themselves from each other to grab their keys and wallets and head out the door holding each other’s hands. They followed P’Sookie out of the house and exited the front gate of the house to find two monstrous stretch Hummers parked on the street with loud trance music blaring out of them. The sight Tit made cringe and shake his head at the clear message of recklessness and foolhardy it sent. As Tit was such a private and reserved man to strangers, the thought of zooming around downtown Bangkok in an enormous stretch Hummer while blasting clubbing music didn't sit to well with him, but he'd endure it for one night. Jee chuckled at her fiancés expected reaction. Standing out of the sunroof of each Hummer was Piak and Chayan, whose faces were both adorned with cheeky, ominous smiles.


The stretch Hummers really were an unnecessary excess given that the group of people for each party was small enough to fit in a regular five-seater car. Only Piak, Daraka, Jane and P’Sookie were invited to Jee’s party while Tit’s bachelor party group only included Chayan, Pichet, Jed and Pahn. All the people the pair had invited, were all sitting inside the Hummers with their heads out the window smiling at the soon-to-be married couple with childish grins on their faces.


“Ready to paaaaaartay?!” Chayan yelled while doing a little dance in the small confines of the Hummer sunroof. It was rather obvious that the man started the celebration early as his cheeks were a little flushed in the way that only happened when he’d been drinking. In his right hand he was clutching an open champagne bottle that he was taking generous swigs from.


“Chayan! Slow down on the drinking! You have to watch P’Tit and make sure he enjoys every moment of tonight!” Piak yelled while wiggling her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. Piak’s facial expression was making Tit’s nerves elevate, it further suggested that some sort of stripping was going to be in his immediate future. He wasn’t particularly looking forward to seeing any woman strip in front of him, unless it was Jee, that he could support wholeheartedly.


“Okay. Bye bye, teerak. Enjoy yourself.” Jee said as she turned to give him a quick embrace.


“You too, teerak. Love you.” Tit replied as he wrapped his arms around Jee and lowered his lips onto hers. Temptation got to Tit and he deepened the kiss causing Jee to moan, but before it could go any further, Tit felt someone yank on his arm and drag him away from Jee. Looking up from the kiss, he could see P’Sookie dragging Jee to the girl’s Hummer in the same way Pahn was dragging him to the boy's one.


“Stop making out in front of us you two! We know y’all like to get in each other’s pants, you can do that all you want after tonight. This is your last opportunity to officially say goodbye to your singledom before you are officially attached to the old ball and chain. Would you please get into the proper spirit of tonight!” Chayan yelled at them as he took another swig from the champagne bottle.


“Take it easy on Jee okay, Piak? Don’t forget she’s pregnant.” Satit reminded.


“I know P’Tit. I’m with child too remember? I know exactly what us pregnant ladies can handle, which is probably a lot more than you wimps.” Piak chuckled as she nodded her head toward the boy’s hummer.


Jee and Tit both laughed and smiled at each other until the very last moment before they stepped into their respective Hummers that then drove off in opposite directions.



Six hours later.



It was around two o’clock in the morning and Jee sat in the living room, still in her little black dress, as she recounted the events of the night while waiting for Tit to come home. The night had been amazing but her cheeks burned as she remembered some of the sights she had witnessed that evening.


It had started off unexpectedly tame as Piak first took everyone to an amazing burger joint in downtown Bangkok. She and Piak both devoured two each and a mountain of pickles due to their pregnancy cravings. Next on the itinerary was getting dessert in one of the most exclusive patisseries in the entire country. Piak had pulled some strings and managed to get the head patisserier to give their small group a private lesson and tasting of all of the patisseries signature sweets. Jee thought she had died and gone to chocolate heaven when the man had given her a large spoon and a freshly baked chocolate soufflé. She ate the whole thing to herself.


Dessert was followed by a trip to a karaoke bar in a really nice upper-class establishment. The karaoke bar was atop of an enormous sky scraper that showed the most amazing view of Bangkok through its floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Everyone had an amazing time singing and dancing their hearts away. However, the grand finale event occurred at around midnight. When everyone was going crazy, belting their hearts out to ‘Baby One More Time’ by Britney Spears with the accompanying dance moves, the strippers arrived.


There were two ‘male dancers’, each around six-foot in height and looked as if they could have been cast for the Magic Mike movie. They were both very tanned, muscular and had come in dressed like white collar businessmen, which Jee thought somewhat emulated Tit’s style but didn’t dwell too much on.


“Boys!” Piak demanded of the male dancers before she pointed to Jee who sat embarrassed on one of the couches, “This woman right here is going to get hitched next weekend, you need to show her what she’s missing out on by saddling up with my cousin. He’s her first boyfriend, by the way, so don’t hold back. This is her last opportunity to experiment!”


That next half an hour of her life, Jee will never be able to look back on without turning beat red. No longer can it be said, that Tit was the only man she’d seen naked. Jee had sat uncomfortable in an upright foetal position for the whole dance, until the last five minutes where one of the strippers had given her a lap dance, which had forced her lower her knees from under her chin. She kept her eyes half shut during the performance out of extreme embarrassment and mortification. The whole experience was far more amusing than it was arousing.


After the first half an hour, P’Sookie had taken over command of the strippers, as Jee clearly wasn’t appreciating them as much as he could. He paid handsomely for a double lap dance. All the other girls watched, thoroughly entertained, as P’Sookie sang ‘It’s Raining Men’ into the karaoke microphone as he was serenaded by two muscular hunks.


A knock on the door made Jee snap out of her thoughts and walk over to open the front door. There stood Chayan, trying to hold her fiancée upright, who was very unstable on his feet from extreme intoxication.


“What did you do to him, P’Chayan?” Jee asked as she helped Chayan bring Tit inside the living room and settle him on the sofa. As he was flopped onto the sofa, Tit could barely remain conscious and rolled onto his side and snuggled into a cushion as he murmured incoherently. He reeked of alcohol, the first few buttons of his dress shirt were undone and his hair looked like it had been tussled with.


A very sleazy expression came onto Chayan's face. “Oh, I took him to see a very special show. He needed some extra liquid courage to be able to take the heat.” Chayan wiggled his eyebrows at Jee.


“He’s not a prude, P’Chayan, I doubt he’d be super embarrassed from seeing a strip show.” Jee answered in an amused manner as she raised an eyebrow at him.


“Oh this was no ordinary strip show, Jee. This one had him clambering for escape.” Chayan laughed but he wouldn’t reveal the details.


“What do you mean?” Jee was intrigued.


“Nothing, it's guy code. Can’t reveal the secrets of the bachelor night.” He ran his fingers along his lips as if he were closing a zip and began heading to the door. “Okay, I need to go home to Piak now, she wants me to buy ice-cream to satisfy her cravings.”


“Bye, P’Chayan.” Jee said as he closed the door behind him.


Jee then turned her attention to her intoxicated fiancée as he was mumbling words in his fitful sleep. His eyebrows were furrowed in an expression of disturbance.


“My eyes…never the same again…hot pink thong…mortifying…”


Jee managed to catch a few words he said which made her more curious. Too ease his discomfort, she untucked his shirt from his trousers, unbuttoned it and took off his shoes. She then went to get a damp cloth to wipe the sweat from his face and chest. She was surprised to find a hot pink lipstick mark smeared on his collar bone, and wiped it off for him as she began to imagine the events of Tit’s bachelor night. Jee wasn’t jealous as understood the traditions of bachelor and bachelorette parties. She too, had a pretty scandalous evening, it was the fact that Tit seemed to be super horrified by what happened that night that had her intrigued.


Jee went upstairs to shower and change into her pyjamas before returning to continue to care for Tit. Eventually she fell asleep on other end of the long sofa and she woke up the next morning to retching sounds coming from the downstairs bathroom. She walked in to find a shirtless Tit, who was clad only in his navy trousers from the night before. He was kneeling with head hanging in the toilet bowl as he upended a golden brown liquid from his stomach. It was mostly likely a copious amount of whiskey and scotch judging by the smell. Jee crouched down next to him to rub his back.


“You don’t need to see this, Jee. I’m fine.” Tit managed to choke out between dry heaves, he nudged her softly to try and get her out of the bathroom.


“You help me with this every day when the morning sickness hits, teerak. Why shouldn’t I return the favour for my big man-baby?” Jee teased as she continued to rub his back.


When he was done, Tit trudged upstairs to freshen up and wash the smell of alcohol off of himself as Jee brewed some strong coffee and began making breakfast. She made a hearty breakfast of bacon, sausages, poached egg and toast as she was experiencing major pregnancy hunger again and Tit would likely be hungry from vomiting out the entire contents of his stomach.


Tit entered the kitchen to see Jee sitting on a tall stool at the island bench in the kitchen, with her breakfast and tea in front of her. Next to her was Tit’s coffee and enormous breakfast waiting for him. Jee was too engrossed in flicking through photos on her phone to greet Tit, as he slid onto the stool beside hers. Piak had commandeered Chayan’s phone and sent photos that he had taken of what the boy's got up to last night.


After stumbling on a picture that finally answered her questions about what had Tit so disturbed last night, Jee burst out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. She almost fell of her stool and turned to look at Tit with an expression of extreme amusement. Surprised by Jee’s sudden outburst, Tit looked at his fiancée in confusion. Jee then lifted her phone up to show him the picture that had her gagging in laughter and watched Tit’s face and ears turn red. The photo showed Tit bound and tied to a chair, his face plastered with a look of abject embarrassment as the drag queen standing behind his chair, who was wearing a bright pink thong, bra, stilettos and lipstick, bent over to run her hands seductively down Tit’s chest.


“Oh My God!” Jee gasped in between spasms of giggling, “You went to a ladyboy strip show?!”


Tit grabbed the incriminating phone from Jee and said, “It wasn’t my choice. P’Chayan took me there! How’d you get these pictures anyways? This is violating guy code!”


Suddenly, the phone in Tit’s pocket buzzed as well and he opened up a text Chayan had sent him. He flicked through pictures of Jee sitting in foetal position, looking mortified, as a half-naked man danced around her. Trying to get a leg up from his position of extreme embarrassment, he held up the phone to Jee and said without thinking, “Well, I guess I’m not the only person who saw some dick last night, was I?”


Tit’s face showed smug satisfaction for a brief moment until he realised he had just dug his own grave even deeper. Jee looked at him, while trying to supress the laughter, but after the ‘dick’ comment, it just exploded out of her and tears of began to escape. She bent over as her abdominal muscles were beginning to ache from laughing so much, but the movement tipped the balance of her stool and she almost fell over before Tit quickly caught her shoulders and returned her into an upright position.


“I’m sorry. I can’t stop, you totally made it worse by telling me you show dick last night.” Jee said as she used her sleeves to blot the tears streaming down her face.


Looking at his fiancée literally die from laughter, Tit planned the perfect retribution. He grabbed his cup of coffee and chugged it down in one go. He then turned to Jee, who was still cackling to herself and said, “For laughing at me, you need to pay by helping me cure my hangover. People say exercise can help. I can think of the perfect type of exercise and it too involves ‘seeing some dick’.” He made the last comment as he hoisted his fiancée over his shoulder which made her laughter resonate even louder.


As he was marching Jee up the stairs, Jee hung upside down and giggled into his back, “Ooooo. I can actually give you some feedback now that I have a couple others as reference.” The comment made Tit spank her bottom and begin taking the stairs up two at a time.
 
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"Such fun!"
Boom guys. Part 9 is here. It's called The Mile High Club. :naughty2:.

Enjoy!

After having checked all their luggage in and printed all their boarding passes, the small family of three were now waiting in the first class lounge of the Suvarnabhumi airport. Jee was smiling down at her son who was perched on his father’s lap clutching his toy aeroplane. TJ’s excitement had gone into overdrive the moment he spotted the planes taking off and landing on the tarmac as they had been driving towards the airport.


Tit grinned at his wife who was sitting on the lounge chair opposite his, “I think our son is going to implode from excitement overload.” Tit bent his head down to kiss the top of TJ’s little head.


TJ had been babbling non-stop about planes since they sat down in the lounge, which had floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a perfect view of the tarmac. While TJ could normally manage to speak in coherent rudimentary phrases and sentences, his elevated nerves had made his words come out as a bunch of baby-babble. He squirmed out of his father’s lap to toddle over and press his nose against the glass window and marvel at the sight of his little toddler dreams come true.


Jee and Tit got up to follow their son to the window, who was trapped in a trance of infantile euphoria.


Jee giggled at Tit, “If I’d I known he’d get this excited, I should have just taken him to the airport for his previous birthday, instead going through all the trouble of decorating the yard for an aviation themed party.”


“Yes, but then you wouldn’t have had the pleasure of seeing me dressed as a sexy pilot, which made you jump my bones later that night.” Tit teased as he wrapped his arms around Jee’s waist from behind.


Jee blushed and reached her hand back to poke her husband’s side. “Shhh! You’re going to traumatize our son. Nobody wants to hear about their parent’s sexual exploits.”


“I doubt he understands what we’re talking about Jee.” Tit softly chuckled as he rested his chin on Jee’s right shoulder. Jee let out a content sigh and leaned back into the warmth of her husband’s embrace.


Suddenly Jee heard a very familiar high-pitched squeal resonate from behind her.


“Jeeeeeeeee!”


Jee turned around and slid from her husband’s arms to see P’Sookie walking into the first class lounge. P’Sookie looked exactly as he always had, with his hair gelled back in a perfect quiff, wearing an eccentrically patterned suit and with a Birkin hanging on his elbow.


Jee and P’Sookie both rushed forwards to give each other a long, tight hug.


Jee pulled back from the embrace that she had deeply missed to ask, “What are you doing here, P’Sookie?”


“I’m going to Auckland to host a bunch of auditions.” P’Sookie replied. “I’m hoping to recruit some fresh new meat to Sookie Management. So far no one has come close to the bar you set Jee. You were my biggest superstar.” P’Sookie pinched Jee’s cheek as he made the last comment.


Tit then came up behind Jee, to join the little reunion with TJ in his arms.


“Waaaaaaaaaaiii!” P’Sookie exclaimed, fanning himself as if the temperature in the room had sky rocketed. “Mr. handsome lawyer with an adorable baby in his arms. My man-ovaries just exploded.”


Jee and Tit chuckled at P’Sookie’s overzealous reaction.


“How’ve you been, P’Sookie?” Tit greeted with an amused smile on his face.


“I’ve been good. I have a bone to pick with you, by the way.” P’Sookie joked flirtatiously, “You stole my best star from me by knocking her up. I propose you ditch the stuffy court rooms and come be my new leading man as compensation.” P’Sookie wiggled his eyebrows at Tit.


Tit shook his head and laughed. “I can barely have my photo taken without feeling awkward, P’Sookie. I’d be the worst entertainer in the history of the industry.”


P’Sookie gave a sarcastic scoff and then turned his attention to the little child in Tit’s arms.


“Waaaaaaaaaiii!” P’Sookie squealed once again, “It’s only been a month since I last saw you and look at how big you’ve gotten.” He reached forward to pinch both of TJ’s chubby cheeks causing TJ to look up from playing with his toy plane, stunned from the sudden assault.


P’Sookie stepped back and directed a semi-serious look at the pair. “You guys make the cutest babies ever. Please get to work on making some more, so I can then make all of them into big superstars when they grow up.” P’Sookie made the last comment with enthusiastic jazz hands.


Tit and Jee looked at each other and giggled at P’Sookie’s diva-like antics. As they were doing so, an announcement came on through speaker system informing them that the flight to Auckland was ready for boarding.


Jee walked back over to the lounge chairs to pick up their carry-on baggage, which just included her handbag and TJ’s baby bag. Tit was a man of simple tastes and didn’t have anything to bring aside from his phone, wallet and passport, which he normally tucked into Jee’s handbag or his pockets.


As Jee walked back up to the group, P’Sookie turned to look at Jee with a questioning look.


“Wait. You guys are going to New Zealand too?!”


“Yep.” Tit replied smiling, “We want to take TJ to see snow for the first time.”


“Oh My God! Let me see your boarding passes.” P’Sookie exclaimed as he snatched them out of Jee’s hands when she retrieved them from her handbag.


“Waaaaaaaaiii! You guys are sitting in seats across the aisle from me!” P’sookie did a little giddy dance which made a few other passengers in the lounge direct quizzical looks his way.


Tit and Jee once again looked at each other in amusement. All four of them then went to get their boarding passes scanned and boarded the plane. As they were all first class passengers, they were allowed to board the plane first. Tit and Jee weren’t actually fussed about sitting in economy (coach) seats for the flight, but they knew Jee would likely be recognized by fans, so they opted to spend more money for the luxury of privacy. Especially since it was TJ’s first flight, they didn’t want to him to get overwhelmed by all the strangers coming up to them in addition to flying for the first time.


Seats in first class area were arranged in rows of four. With two aisles separating the the first and fourth seats into single seats against the windows. Tit and Jee were seated in the pair of middle seats between both aisles, and since TJ wasn’t 24 months old yet, he wasn’t required to sit in his own seat and could sit in his parent’s laps. P’Sookie had the single seat against the window across the left aisle from Jee’s seat.


Once they were all settled in the seats, Jee took out a pacifier from her handbag to pop into TJ’s mouth. She had heard that sucking or eating could help with settling children on flights, especially since it helped equalize the pressure in their ears and prevented the painful popping that could happen sometimes.


As take-off approached, TJ kept squirming in his mother’s arms and leaning over the aisle to try and look out the window to P’Sookie’s left.


When P’Sookie noticed the little guy fussing, he got out of his seat and offered his arms to TJ, “Here, let me take him, Jee. He can sit with me during the flight.” He smiled down at Jee.


Jee looked up at P’Sookie with grateful questioning eyes, “Are you sure P’Sookie? I wouldn’t want for him to disturb you.”


“Don’t be silly, Jee. I love the little man. Besides, he and I have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?” P’Sookie smiled brightly down at TJ, before scooping him up into his arms.


Tit leaned over from his seat to say. “Thank you, P’Sookie. Don’t hesitate to hand the little rascal back over if he gets difficult or you want to rest okay?”


“Sure thing, handsome.” P’Sookie winked at Tit.


During take-off all three adults marveled at the way TJ was squealing and laughing with excitement. Jee and Tit both thought that this was the one of the happiest they’d ever seen their son, and they both felt relieved that TJ was having such a positive experience flying. They’d heard about the horror stories of taking small children on flights and had been stressing about it leading up to this trip. They should have known that their budding little aviator would find flying amazing.


A few hours into the flight, the lights in the flight cabin were switched off so everyone could sleep. As it was night time, and TJ couldn’t see anything out of the window except darkness, he just sat on P’Sookie’s lap watching an animated film on the screen in front, that P’Sookie had put on for him.


Both Tit and Jee had offered to take TJ back from P’Sookie several times but every time they did, P’Sookie either slapped their hands away or waved them off dismissively. P’Sookie wanted to enjoy TJ as much as possible as he felt like this was the the closest thing to having a baby of his own as he knew his lifestyle was not conducive to becoming a parent.


Another hour into the flight and both TJ and P’Sookie had fallen asleep. Jee looked to her right to find Tit fast asleep as well and she slowly unclasped her right hand that was intertwined with his left and went up to go the bathroom.


After finishing her business in the small bathroom, she was washing her hands in the tiny sink situated opposite the bathroom door, when she she heard a knock coming from behind her.


“Just a moment, I’m almost done,” she replied. Jee quickly wiped her hands dry on the simple jersey T-shirt dress she was wearing and turned around to opened the bathroom door. She looked up to find Tit standing there. His eyes were hooded and he was biting his bottom lip with a smirk on his face.


“What?” Jee said as she tried to walk past him to get back to their seats. However, Tit trapped Jee in the bathroom doorway by placing both his arms on each side of the doorframe. Jee looked up at him quizzically.


“What are you doing?” Jee asked as Tit nudged her back into the bathroom, before closing and locking the bathroom door behind them.


The small of Jee’s back hit the sink counter and Tit pressed his hips into hers before resting his arms on counter behind at either side of her waist. “Ever thought about joining the mile-high club, teerak?” Tit seductively whispered down to his wife. Jee’s eyes snapped up to her husbands in surprise.


“Are you serious, right now? Our child and P’Sookie are sleeping three metres (10 feet) away from us!” Jee whispered back.


“Then we’ll just have to be very quiet then, won’t we?” Tit replied as he gripped Jee’s waist and hoisted her up to sit on the counter behind her. Jee’s heart began pounding uncontrollably as she contemplated the insanity of what they were about to do.


Jee’s breathing grew heavy as she felt heat begin to pool down there. Her hands reached forward to unbuckle the belt on Tit’s trousers, just as he lifted the hem of her dress until it rest at her waist.


Stepping in between Jee's thighs, he whispered.“God, I’m glad you wore a dress instead of pants today. Makes this so much easier.” Tit began nipping and sucking down Jee's neck.


“Hmmmm.” Jee let out a sigh as she closed her eyes in pleasure, letting her head fall back. She smiled and ran her fingers through Tit’s hair. “One could almost think we planned this.”


Tit let out a little chuckle against her collar bone before lifting his head back up to press a deep kiss onto Jee’s mouth. Jee moaned and opened her mouth to let Tit’s tongue in and Tit readily accepted the invitation.


Half an hour later, Jee and Tit slowly tiptoed back to their seats looking distinctly more disheveled compared to when they had left them, despite trying to tidy themselves back up. Leaning back into their chairs, the pair turned to their left to see TJ and P’Sookie still deep in slumber and they breathed a sigh of relief.


Just as Tit and Jee were settling down to try and get some shut-eye themselves, they heard P’Sookie state.


“If Jee gets knocked up again, the child needs to be named after me because I contributed by babysitting.”


Jee’s eyes snapped to her husband’s in an expression of undiluted mortification and Tit looked down at his wife with the same expression before cracking up in a muffled fit of laughter.
 
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Boom guys. Part 5 is here. It's called The Mile High Club. :naughty2:.

Enjoy!


After having checked all their luggage in and printed all their boarding passes, the small family of three were now waiting in the first class lounge of the Suvarnabhumi airport. Jee was smiling down at her son who was perched on his father’s lap clutching his toy aeroplane. TJ’s excitement had gone into overdrive the moment he spotted the planes taking off and landing on the tarmac as they had been driving towards the airport.


Tit grinned at his wife who was sitting on the lounge chair opposite his, “I think our son is going to implode from excitement overload.” Tit bent his head down to kiss the top of TJ’s little head.


TJ had been babbling non-stop about planes since they sat down in the lounge, which had floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a perfect view of the tarmac. While TJ could normally manage to speak in coherent rudimentary phrases and sentences, his elevated nerves had made his words come out as a bunch of baby-babble. He squirmed out of his father’s lap to toddle over and press his nose against the glass window and marvel at the sight of his little toddler dreams come true.


Jee and Tit got up to follow their son to the window, who was trapped in a trance of infantile euphoria.


Jee giggled at Tit, “If I’d I known he’d get this excited, I should have just taken him to the airport for his previous birthday, instead going through all the trouble of decorating the yard for an aviation themed party.”


“Yes, but then you wouldn’t have had the pleasure of seeing me dressed as a sexy pilot, which made you jump my bones later that night.” Tit teased as he wrapped his arms around Jee’s waist from behind.


Jee blushed and reached her hand back to poke her husband’s side. “Shhh! You’re going to traumatize our son. Nobody wants to hear about their parent’s sexual exploits.”


“I doubt he understands what we’re talking about Jee.” Tit softly chuckled as he rested his chin on Jee’s right shoulder. Jee let out a content sigh and leaned back into the warmth of her husband’s embrace.


Suddenly Jee heard a very familiar high-pitched squeal resonate from behind her.


“Jeeeeeeeee!”


Jee turned around and slid from her husband’s eyes to see P’Sookie walking into the first class lounge. P’Sookie looked exactly as he always had, with his hair gelled back in a perfect quiff, wearing an eccentrically patterned suit and with a Birkin hanging on his elbow.


Jee and P’Sookie both rushed forwards to give each other a long, tight hug.


Jee pulled back from the embrace that she had deeply missed to ask, “What are you doing here, P’Sookie?”


“I’m going to Auckland to host a bunch of auditions.” P’Sookie replied. “I’m hoping to recruit some fresh new meat to Sookie Management. So far no one has come close to the bar you set Jee. You were my biggest superstar.” P’Sookie pinched Jee’s cheek as he made the last comment.


Tit then came up behind Jee, to join the little reunion with TJ in his arms.


“Waaaaaaaaaaiii!” P’Sookie exclaimed fanning himself was if the temperature in the room had sky rocketed. “Mr. handsome lawyer with an adorable baby in his arms. My man-ovaries just exploded.”


Jee and Tit chuckled at P’Sookie’s overzealous reaction.


“How’ve you been, P’Sookie?” Tit greeted with an amused smile on his face.


“I’ve been good. I have a bone to pick with you, by the way.” P’Sookie joked flirtatiously, “You stole my best star from me by knocking her up. I propose you ditch the stuffy court rooms and come be my new leading man as compensation.” P’Sookie wiggled his eyebrows at Tit.


Tit shook his head and laughed. “I can barely have my photo taken without feeling awkward, P’Sookie. I’d be the worst entertainer in the history of the industry.”


P’Sookie gave a sarcastic scoff and then turn his attention to the little child in Tit’s arms.


“Waaaaaaaaaiii!” P’Sookie squealed once again, “It’s only been a month since I last saw you and look at how big you’ve gotten.” He reached forward to pinch both of TJ’s chubby cheeks causing TJ to look up from playing with toy plane stunned from the sudden assault.


P’Sookie stepped back and directed a semi-serious look at the pair. “You guys make the cutest babies ever. Please get to work on making some more so I can then make all of them into big superstars when they grow up.” P’Sookie made the last comment with enthusiastic jazz hands.


Tit and Jee looked at each other and giggled at P’Sookie’s diva-like antics. As they were doing so, an announcement came on through speaker system informing them that the flight to to Auckland was ready for boarding.


Jee walked back over to the lounge chairs to pick up their carry-on baggage, which just included her handbag and TJ’s baby bag. Tit was a man of simple tastes and didn’t have anything to bring aside from his phone, wallet and passport, which he normally tucked into Jee’s handbag or his pockets.


As Jee walked back up to the group, P’Sookie turned to look at Jee with a questioning look.


“Wait. You guys are going to New Zealand too?!”


“Yep.” Tit replied smiling, “We want to take TJ to see snow for the first time.”


“Oh My God! Let me see your boarding passes.” P’Sookie exclaimed as he snatched them out of Jee’s hands when she retrieved them from her handbag.


“Waaaaaaaaiii! You guys are sitting in seats across the aisle from me!” P’sookie did a little giddy dance which made a few other passengers in the lounge direct quizzical looks his way.


Tit and Jee once again looked at each other in amusement. All four of them then went to get their boarding passes scanned and boarded the plane. As they were all first class passengers, they were allowed to board the plane first. Tit and Jee weren’t actually fussed about sitting in economy (coach) seats for the flight, but they knew Jee would likely be recognized by fans, so they opted to spend more money for the luxury of privacy. Especially since it was TJ’s first flight, they didn’t want to him to get overwhelmed by all strangers coming up to them in addition to flying for the first time.


Seats in first class area were arranged in rows of four. With two aisles separating the the first and fourth seats into single seats against the windows. Tit and Jee were seated in the pair middle seats between both aisles, and since TJ wasn’t 24 months old yet, he wasn’t required to sit in his own seat and could sit in his parent’s laps. P’Sookie had the single seat against the window across the left aisle from Jee’s seat.


Once they were all settled in the seats, Jee took out a pacifier from her handbag to pop into TJ’s mouth. She had heard that sucking or eating could help with settling children on flights, especially since helped equalize the pressure in their ears and prevented the painful popping that could happen sometimes.


As take-off approached, TJ kept squirming in his mother’s arms and leaning over the aisle to try and look out the window to P’Sookie’s left.


When P’Sookie noticed that the little guy fussing, he got out of his seat and offered his arms to TJ, “Here, let me take him, Jee. He can sit with me during the flight.” He smiled down at Jee.


Jee looked up at P’Sookie with grateful questioning eyes, “Are you sure P’Sookie. I wouldn’t want for him to disturb you.”


“Don’t be silly, Jee. I love the little man. Besides, he and I have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?” P’Sookie smiled brightly down at TJ, before scooping him up into his arms.


Tit leaned over from his seat to say. “Thank you, P’Sookie. Don’t hesitate to hand the little rascal back over if he gets difficult or you want to rest okay?”


“Sure thing, handsome.” P’Sookie winked at Tit.


During take-off all three adults marveled at the way TJ was squealing and laughing with excitement. Jee and Tit both thought that this was the one of the happiest they’d ever seen their son, and they both felt relieved that TJ was having such a positive experience flying. They’d heard about the horror stories of taking small children on flights and had been stressing about it leading up to this trip. They should have known that their budding little aviator would find flying amazing.


A few hours into the flight, the lights in the flight cabin were switched off so everyone could sleep. As it was night time, and TJ couldn’t see anything out of the window except darkness, he just sat on P’Sookie’s lap watching and animated film on the screen in front, that P’Sookie had put on for him.


Both Tit and Jee had offered to take TJ back from P’Sookie several times but every time they did, P’Sookie either slapped their hands away or waved them off dismissively. P’Sookie wanted to enjoy TJ as much as possible as he felt like this was the the closest thing to having a baby of his own as he knew his lifestyle was not conducive to becoming a parent.


Another hour into the flight and both TJ and P’Sookie had fallen asleep. Jee looked to her right to find Tit fast asleep as well and she slowly unclasped her right hand that was intertwined with his left and went up to go the bathroom.


After finishing her business in the small bathroom, she was washing her hands in the tiny sink situated opposite the bathroom door, when she she heard a knock coming from behind her.


“Just a moment, I’m almost done,” she replied. Jee quickly wiped her hands dry on the simple jersey T-shirt dress she was wearing and turned around to opened the bathroom door. She looked up to find Tit standing there. His eyes were hooded and he was biting his bottom lip with a smirk on his face.


“What?” Jee said as she tried to walk past him to get back to their seats. However, Tit trapped Jee in the bathroom doorway by placing both his arms on each side of the doorframe. Jee looked up at him quizzically.


“What are you doing?” Jee asked as Tit nudged her back into the bathroom and before closing and locking the bathroom door behind them.


The small of Jee’s back hit the sink counter and Tit pressed his hips into hers before resting his arms on counter behind, either side of her waist. “Ever thought about joining the mile-high club, teerak?” Tit seductively whispered down to his wife. Jee’s eyes snapped up to her husbands in surprise.


“Are you serious, right now? Our child and P’Sookie are sleeping three metres (10 feet) away from us?!” Jee whispered back.


“Then we’ll just have to be very quiet then, won’t we?” Tit replied as he gripped Jee’s waist and hoisted her up to sit on the counter behind her. Jee’s heart began pounding uncontrollably as she contemplated the insanity of what they were about to do.


Jee’s breathing grew heavy as she felt heat begin to pool down there. Her hands reached forward to unbuckle the belt on Tit’s trousers, just as he lifted the hem of her dress until it rest at her waist.


“God, I’m glad you wore a dress instead of pants today. Makes this so much easier.” Tit breathed heavily into her neck as he began nipping and sucking down it.


“Hmmmm.” Jee let at a sigh as she closed her eyes in pleasure, letting her head fell back. She smiled and ran her fingers through Tit’s hair. “One could almost think we planned this.”


Tit let out a little chuckle against her collar bone before lifting his head back up to press a deep kiss onto Jee’s mouth. Jee moaned and opened her mouth to let Tit’s tongue in and Tit readily accepted the invitation.


One hour later, Jee and Tit slowly tiptoed back to their seats looking distinctly more disheveled compared to when they had left them, despite trying to tidy themselves back up. Leaning back into their chairs, the pair turned to their left to see TJ and P’Sookie still deep in slumber and they breathed a sigh of relief.


Just as Tit and Jee were settling down to try and get some shut-eye themselves, they heard P’Sookie state.


“If Jee gets knocked up again, the child needs to be named after me because I contributed by babysitting.”


Jee’s eyes snapped to her husband’s in an expression of undiluted mortification and Tit looked down at his wife with the same expression before cracking up in a muffled fit of laughter.

Hahahahahaha, you have make me smile widely... 1 hour... really??? Is that even possible??
 

luther

"Such fun!"
Part 3 & 5

“We’re going to regret this decision aren’t we?” Tit asked his fiancée as they both descended the stairs into their living room. Both Jee and Tit were dressed to the nines. Jee was wearing a little black dress that was quiet simple. It was a shiny satin dress with thin spaghetti straps and a hemline that came half-way down her thighs, though simple, the way Jee wore it made the rather simple garment look elegant and extraordinary. At ten weeks into her pregnancy, her stomach was still flat and imperceptible.

Looking at the silky fabric draping over her curves made Tit contemplate cancelling their plans for the night and staying in instead, but he knew that wouldn’t be possible. He, on the other hand, was also looking very dapper. He wearing a crisp, white dress shirt that was perfectly tailored to him, paired with navy trousers and polished black leather shoes which made him resemble a walking advertisement for Armani.

When Tit reached the bottom of the staircase, he turned around to face Jee, who was walking down the steps behind him. Jee came to a stop on the last step with her body almost pressed up to Tit’s. Her lips came up exactly level with Tit’s nose and not being able to resist the temptation, she wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled before planting a little kiss on the tip of her fiancee’s nose.

Pulling back to look down into his eyes, Jee replied to his question with amusement, “What? Letting Chayan and Piak plan our bachelor and bachelorette nights?”

Tit sighed and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, then bent down to rest his cheek on Jee’s sternum. “Yep. Those two really have questionable standards of boundaries sometimes. Especially Piak, I dread what kind of heinous activities she has planned for you tonight. Pregnancy has made her levels of lunacy elevate rather higher than usual, so you are likely in for a wild ride tonight.”

Jee giggled and teased Tit by saying, “Oh I greatly anticipate a night of debauchery. Some scandalous exploration is in order before I hitch my wagon to a stuffy, uptight attorney.” Tit retaliated by hugging her even tighter and trailing a palm down to Jee’s derrière to squeeze it, making her yelp a little.

“How about I show you how uptight and stuffy I really am when we return home tonight?” Tit whispered into Jee’s neck before kissing and suckling it a little which caused Jee’s breath to hitch and her cheeks to blush deeply.

Jee had been living with Tit for a month now, and there were still moments when her innocence in the realm of passion and romance surprised Tit. He knew that he had been her first lover, but discovering he had been her first real kiss and boyfriend, outside acting in lakorns, was another bewildering revelation for Tit. The emotional maturity that Jee had developed, from enduring all the traumatic experiences in her life, often made Tit forget that he was over seven years her senior. It really made Tit feel like an old cradle snatcher when he made references that would completely fly over Jee’s head because she had been too young to go through the same experience and know what he was talking about.

Recovering from Tit’s sensuous invitation, Jee admitted, “I don’t think we’ll even have the energy to shower when we get home. Piak’s been cackling constantly about all the craziness she and Chayan have planned and it’s making me a little afraid of what’s ahead.” Neither Jee nor Tit were actually concerned about their faithfulness to each other, it was more the insanity of what Chayan and Piak had devised that had them both feeling a little anxious.

Jee continued to half-heartedly complain, “I don’t even get the benefit of booze to make tonight more bearable. I’m going to remember every little thing in excruciating detail.” Jee did not drink even before her pregnancy, but she had to concede it would have been nice to be able to take a few sips to ease the nerves for the night. As it was the usual rite of passage to see some sort of strip show during your bachelor or bachelorette nights, both Tit and Jee had figured that would somehow be incorporated into tonight’s festivities. Tit was the only man Jee had ever seen in the nude so tonight may well be another eye-opening experience for her.

Never missing an opportunity to jest with Jee’s innocent nature, Tit deliberately misinterpreted her words and joked, “True. I suppose when I’m your only reference, anyone else’s would be considered little, huh?” He pulled his head back to gage her reaction to what he insinuated.

Jee’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion for a few seconds before her eyes widened as she caught onto his meaning, which thoroughly amused Tit. “You are such a dirty creep!” she exclaimed in outrage before slapping his shoulders.

“Well, I haven’t received any complaints from you in the bedroom department so far, so I think it’s best I maintain my level of sexual creativity.” Tit smiled brightly before nuzzling Jee’s nose with his.

Suddenly, an incessant ringing of the doorbell caused the loving pair to turn their attention towards the front door. They saw P’Sookie peering into the hallway at them through the window beside the front door.

“Hey! She’s already pregnant, Mr. handsome lawyer. Keep it in your pants!” P’Sookie jokingly chided Tit.

Tit and Jee laughed and extricated themselves from each other to grab their keys and wallets and head out the door holding each other’s hands. They followed P’Sookie out of the house and exited the front gate of the house to find two monstrous stretch Hummers parked on the street with loud trance music blaring out of them. The sight made Tit cringe and shake his head at the clear message of recklessness and foolhardy it sent. As Tit was such a private and reserved man to strangers, the thought of zooming around downtown Bangkok in an enormous stretch Hummer while blasting clubbing music didn't sit to well with him, but he'd endure it for one night. Jee chuckled at her fiancée's expected reaction. Standing out of the sunroof of each Hummer was Piak and Chayan, whose faces were both adorned with cheeky, ominous smiles.

The stretch Hummers really were an unnecessary excess given that the group of people for each party was small enough to fit in a regular five-seater car. Only Piak, Daraka, Jane and P’Sookie were invited to Jee’s party while Tit’s bachelor party group only included Chayan, Pichet, Jed and Pahn. All the people the pair had invited, were all sitting inside the Hummers with their heads out the window, smiling at the soon-to-be married couple with childish excitement.

“Ready to paaaaaartay?!” Chayan yelled while doing a little dance in the small confines of the Hummer sunroof. It was rather obvious that the man started the celebration early as his cheeks were a little flushed in the way that only happened when he’d been drinking. In his right hand he was clutching an open champagne bottle that he was taking generous swigs from.

“Chayan! Slow down on the drinking! You have to watch P’Tit and make sure he enjoys every moment of tonight!” Piak yelled while wiggling her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. Piak’s facial expression was making Tit’s nerves elevate, it further suggested that some sort of stripping was going to be in his immediate future. He wasn’t particularly looking forward to seeing any woman strip in front of him, unless it was Jee, that he could support wholeheartedly.

“Okay. Bye bye, teerak. Enjoy yourself.” Jee said as she turned to give him a quick embrace.

“You too, teerak. Love you.” Tit replied as he wrapped his arms around Jee and lowered his lips onto hers. Temptation got to Tit and he deepened the kiss causing Jee to moan, but before it could go any further, Tit felt someone yank on his arm and drag him away from Jee. Looking up from the kiss, he could see P’Sookie dragging Jee to the girl’s Hummer in the same way Pahn was dragging him to the boy's one.

“Stop making out in front of us you two! We know y’all like to get in each other’s pants, you can do that all you want after tonight. This is your last opportunity to officially say goodbye to your singledom before you are officially attached to the old ball and chain. Would you please get into the proper spirit of tonight!” Chayan yelled at them as he took another swig from the champagne bottle.

“Take it easy on Jee okay, Piak? Don’t forget she’s pregnant.” Satit reminded.

“I know P’Tit. I’m with child too remember? I know exactly what us pregnant ladies can handle, which is probably a lot more than you wimps.” Piak chuckled as she nodded her head toward the boy’s hummer.

Jee and Tit both laughed and smiled at each other until the very last moment before they stepped into their respective Hummers that then drove off in opposite directions.


Six hours later.


It was around two o’clock in the morning that Jee sat in the living room, still in her little black dress, as she recounted the events of the night while waiting for Tit to come home. The night had been amazing but her cheeks burned as she remembered some of the sights she had witnessed that evening.

It had started off relatively tame as Piak first took everyone to an amazing burger joint in downtown Bangkok. She and Piak has both devoured two each and a mountain of pickles due to their pregnancy cravings. Next on the itinerary was getting dessert in one of the most exclusive patisseries in the entire country. Piak had pulled some strings and managed to get the head patisserier to give their small group a private lesson and tasting of all of the patisseries signature sweets. Jee thought she had died and gone to chocolate heaven when the man had given her a large spoon and a freshly baked chocolate soufflé. She ate the whole thing to herself.

Dessert was followed by a trip to a karaoke bar in a really nice upper-class establishment. The karaoke bar was atop of an enormous sky scraper that showed the most amazing view of Bangkok through its floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Everyone had an amazing time singing and dancing their hearts away. However, the grand finale event occurred at around midnight. When everyone was going crazy, belting their hearts out to ‘Hit me Baby One More Time’ by Britney Spears with the accompanying dance moves, the strippers arrived.

There were two ‘male dancers’, each around six-foot in height and looked as if they could have been cast for the Magic Mike movie. They were both very tanned and muscular and had come in dressed like white collar businessmen, which Jee thought somewhat emulated Tit’s style but didn’t dwell too much on it.

“Boys!” Piak demanded of the male dancers before she pointed to Jee who sat embarrassed on the couch inside the bar, “This woman right here is going to get hitched next weekend, you need to show her what she’s missing out on by saddling up with my cousin. He’s her first boyfriend, by the way, so don’t hold back, this is her last opportunity to experiment!”

That next half an hour of her life, Jee will never be able to look back on without turning beat red. No longer can it be said, that Tit was the only man she’d seen naked. Jee had sat uncomfortable in an upright foetal position for the whole dance, until the last five minutes where one of the strippers had given her a lap dance, which had forced her to remove her knees from under her chin. She kept her eyes half shut during the performance out of extreme embarrassment and mortification. The whole experience was far more amusing than it was arousing.

After the first half an hour, P’Sookie had taken over command of the strippers as Jee clearly wasn’t appreciating them as much as he could. He paid handsomely for a double lap dance. All the other girls watched, thoroughly entertained, as P’Sookie sang ‘It’s Raining Men’ into the karaoke microphone as he was serenaded by two muscular hunks.

A knock on the door made Jee snap out of her thoughts and walk over to open the front door. There stood Chayan, trying to hold her fiancée upright, who was very unstable on his feet from extreme intoxication.

“What did you do to him, P’Chayan?” Jee asked as she helped Chayan bring Tit inside the living room and settle him on the sofa. As he was flopped onto the sofa, Tit could barely remain conscious and rolled onto his side and snuggled into a cushion as he murmured incoherently. He reeked of alcohol, the first few buttons of his dress shirt were undone and his hair looked like it had been tussled with.

“Oh, I took him to see a very special show. He needed some extra liquid courage to be able to take the heat.” Chayan wiggled his eyebrows at Jee.

“He’s not a prude, P’Chayan, I doubt he’d be super embarrassed from seeing a strip show.” Jee answered in an amused manner.

“Oh this was no ordinary strip show, Jee. This one had him clambering for escape.” Chayan laughed as he wouldn’t reveal the details.

“What do you mean?” Jee was intrigued.

“Nothing, it's guy code. Can’t reveal the secrets of the bachelor night.” He ran his fingers along his lips as if he were closing a zip and began heading to the door. “Okay, I need to go home to Piak now, she wants me to buy ice-cream to satisfy her cravings.”

“Bye, P’Chayan.” Jee said as he closed the door behind him.

Jee then turned her attention to her intoxicated fiancée as he was mumbling words in his fitful sleep.

“My eyes…never the same again…hot pink thong…mortifying…”

Jee managed to catch a few words he said which made her more curious. Too ease his discomfort, she untucked his shirt from his trousers, unbuttoned it and took off his shoes. She then went to get a damp cloth to wipe the sweat from his face and chest. She was surprised to find a hot pink lipstick mark smeared on his collar bone, and wiped it off for him as she began to imagine the events of Tit’s bachelor night. Jee wasn’t jealous as she understood the tradition of bachelor and bachelorette parties, she also had a pretty eventful evening. It was the fact that Tit seemed to be super horrified by what happened that night that had her intrigued.

Jee went upstairs to shower and change into her pyjamas before returning to continue to care for Tit. Eventually she fell asleep on other end of the long sofa and she woke up the next morning to retching sounds coming from the downstairs bathroom. She walked in to find a shirtless Tit, who was clad only in his navy trousers from the night before. He’s head was hanging in the toilet bowl as he upended a golden brown liquid from his stomach. It was mostly likely a copious amount of whiskey and scotch judging by the smell. Jee crouched down next to him to rub his back.

“You don’t need to see this, Jee. I’m fine.” Tit managed to choke out between dry heaves, he nudged her softly to try and get her out of the bathroom.

“You help me with this every day when the morning sickness hits, teerak. Why shouldn’t I return the favour for my big man-baby?” Jee teased as she continued to rub his back.

When he was done, Tit trudged upstairs to freshen up and wash the smell of alcohol off of himself as Jee brewed some strong coffee and began making breakfast. She made a hearty breakfast of bacon, sausages, poached egg and toast as she was experiencing major pregnancy hunger again and Tit would likely be hungry from vomiting out the entire contents of his stomach.

Tit entered the kitchen to see Jee sitting on a tall stool at the island bench in the kitchen, with her breakfast and tea in front of her. Next to her was Tit’s coffee and enormous breakfast waiting for him. Jee was too engrossed in flicking through photos on her phone to greet Tit, as he slid onto the stool beside hers. Piak had commandeered Chayan’s phone and sent photos that he took of what the boys got up to last night.

After stumbling on a picture that finally answered her questions about what disturbed Tit so much last night, Jee burst out in an uncontrollable fit of laughter. She almost fell of her stool and turned to look at Tit with an expression of extreme amusement. Surprised by Jee’s sudden outburst, Tit looked at his fiancée in confusion. Jee then lifted her phone up to show him the picture that had her gagging in laughter and watched Tit’s face and ears turn red. The photo showed Tit bound and tied to a chair, his face plastered with a look of abject embarrassment as the drag queen standing behind his chair, wearing a bright pink thong, bra, stilettos and lipstick, bent over to run her hands seductively down Tit’s chest.

“Oh My God!” Jee grasped in between spasms of giggling, “You went to a ladyboy strip show?!”

Tit grabbed the incriminating phone from Jee and said, “It wasn’t my choice. P’Chayan took me there! How’d you get these pictures anyways? This is violating guy code!”

Suddenly, the phone in Tit’s pocket buzzed as well and he opened up a text Chayan had sent him. He flicked through pictures of Jee sitting in foetal position, looking mortified, as a half-naked man danced around her. Trying to get a leg up from his position of extreme embarrassment, he held up the phone to Jee and said without thinking, “Well, I guess I’m not the only person who saw some dick last night, was I?”

Tit’s face showed smug satisfaction for a brief moment until he realised he had just dug his own grave even deeper. Jee looked at him, while trying to supress the laughter, but after the ‘dick’ comment, it just exploded out of her and tears of began to escape. She bent over as her abdominal muscles were beginning to ache from laughing so much. The movement tipped the balance of her stool and she almost fell over before Tit quickly caught her shoulders and returned her into an upright position.

“I’m sorry. I can’t stop, you totally made it worse by telling me you show dick last night.” Jee said as she used her sleeves to blot the tears streaming down her face.

Looking at his fiancée literally die from laughter, Tit planned the perfect retribution. He grabbed his cup of coffee and chugged it down in one go. He then turned to Jee who was still cackling to herself and said, “For laughing at me, you need to pay by helping me cure my hangover. People say exercise can help. I can think of the perfect type of exercise and it too involves ‘seeing some dick’.” He made the last comment as he hoisted his fiancée over his shoulder which made her laughter resonate even louder.

As he was marching Jee up the stairs, Jee hung upside down and giggled into his back, “Ooooo. I can actually give you some feedback now that I have a couple others as reference.” The comment made Tit spank her bottom and begin taking the stairs up two at a time.

“Jee! Wake up, teerak! Jee!" Tit's whispers where laced with excitement.



Jee opens her eyes to find Tit's face inches from hers and his warm hand cupping her swollen abdomen as they lay facing each other in their bed.



It had been over four months since Jee had agreed to move into Tit's house and Jee was now coming to the end of her second trimester. Her belly had rounded to about the size of a football and it had quickly become Tit’s favourite thing to rub and touch. Even when they were on the couch watching television, he’d slowly rub her like you’d rub Buddha’s belly for luck. Placing his hand over where their child grew had became such second nature to him that teacher Ari constantly teased that Jee must have superglued Tit’s hand to her belly because he was never not touching it. Jee loved that Tit loved their baby so much, but even she would needle him about the excessive belly rubbing too.



“The baby kicked Jee! I felt it!” Satit eye’s danced with excitement and wonder.



“I know, P’Tit. The baby is inside me, remember?” Jee softly laughed at him as she fought off the drowsiness. This was the second time he’d woken her up in the middle of the night this week because the baby had kicked. She wondered if she should remind him that he was disturbing her rest but she couldn’t bring herself to dampen his excitement. Tit would often talk to her belly when he thought she was asleep and Jee would be thoroughly entertained by some of the one-sided conversations he’d have with her their child.



Last time, he spoke to her belly with his lips almost against it, saying, “My baby girl, you better not be too beautiful like your mother. I don’t want all the boys chasing after you. I have enough trouble keeping up with just one brilliant woman in my life, I don’t know if I can handle two.”



At the sixteen-week scan, the doctor revealed that they were having a baby girl. Tit and Jee hadn’t revealed the gender to anyone yet, and were saving it to surprise everyone at the baby shower they were throwing with Piak next week. The plan was to only tell the event planner the baby’s gender and the room would be decorated in the corresponding colour. All the decorations would be left to one side of the room, behind a curtain, to not reveal anything until the day.



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“Have you thought of any names for our baby girl yet?” Tit asked as he pulled her in close until her protruding abdomen laid firm against his stomach. The baby gave one really big kick which Tit felt, causing him to chuckle with stars dancing in his eyes.



“She doesn’t like being squished against her daddy, she likes room.” Jee laughed.



“Too bad, I’m going to smother her as much as I can before she grows into a teenager and thinks I’m the most embarrassing person on earth.” Tit spoke firmly.



“Well, don’t spoil her too much. I don’t want to have to play bad cop most of the time while you give her everything the moment she bats her eyelashes at you. I don’t want her to become too much of a princess like P–“Jee stopped herself to see Tit’s reaction.



“Like Piak. You can say it Jee, I know how my cousin can be sometimes, as much as I love her.” Tit chuckled. “Also, what’s wrong with the batting eyelashes? Works every time for you doesn’t it?” Tit began rubbing up Jee’s side from her waist up to ribcage, giving Jee chills.



“Piak is great most of the time, except when she gets jealous. She has a tendency to go a little over board.” Jee sighed.



“A little over board is a bit of an understatement don’t you think? She almost split your head like a coconut that time in the condo.” Tit began fuming just thinking about it, “If she weren’t my cousin, I would have slapped a lawsuit on her on your behalf.”



“Excuse me, Mister. Talking about unwarranted jealousy is a bit rich coming from you isn’t it?” Jee stated as she poked at his chest.



“That’s different, I didn’t know who you really were then, I’ve come to my senses now.” Tit defended himself while snuggling closer to her, if that were possible.



“I was talking about last week, Tit. You almost punched that college boy who came to ask me for an autograph. I’m literally approaching the size of a small planet; nobody wants to tap that. You need to tone it down on the caveman antics. ” Her tone was unimpressed.



“I want to tap that.” Tit grinned before saying, “He was totally staring at your boobs, baby. He would have deserved it.” Tit’s rubbing was inching closer and closer to that very area of her anatomy.



“Speaking of which, I can feel where your hand is going, sir. What is with your obsession with my boobs? They’re just boobs, Tit.” Remembering how she would catch him staring at them even before they were officially dating.





“They’re not just boobs, Jee. They’re your boobs, my favourite kind,” He said with a sly smile while staring at her chest and continuing to massage closer and closer to that area. “And now they’ve gotten really big now that you’re pregnant. Let me enjoy them while they’re like this.”



Jee rolled her eyes at how perverted Tit could be sometimes. She would have never guessed it by her first impression of him. She thought he was the most uptight and conservative person she’d ever met, always wearing his dress shirts and polo shirts tucked into his pants like a middle-aged Dad. Boy, was she proven wrong.



“Hey, you never answered my question about names for our baby girl? Do have one in mind?” Tit asked with extreme anticipation.



“I think I do, but I need to run it by you. Do you have one?” Jee asked.



“I have one. I think you’ll love it. But you can tell me yours first.” Tit explained.



“No, we say it at the same time or it’s just going to end up like all our phone calls, with lots of ‘no, you hang up first’ over and over again.” Jee sighed.



“Ok. Three. Two. One” Tit counted down before they both simultaneously revealed a name.



“Jahn.” Tit says.



“Tiwadee.” Jee says.



The both look at each other in awe. The stared at each other for a while, letting their palpable emotions permeate the silence as tears of joy threatened to escape from both of them.



Eventually, Tit moved to tuck a loose stand of hair behind Jee’s ear and kisses her forehead. “You never cease to amaze me, teerak.”



“Right back at you, teerak.” Jee leans in to plant a slow but firm kiss on Tit’s lips before asking him. “How are we going to choose?”



“How about we see when the little one gets here? Depending on her personality and who’s temperament she has more of. But the other name can be her middle name. Sound good to you?” Tit whispered softly to her with the tip of his nose touching hers.



“Sounds perfect to me”, Jee whispered back. “One more thing, how are we going to explain the wedding date and the baby’s birthdate to her when she gets older? They’re only going to be five months apart.”



“We tell her we love each other so much, that it made her grow up super quickly inside her mama.” Tit flashes a cheesy smile Jee.



“You’re such a dork. Other kids are going to bully her if she goes spilling that kind of nonsense in the playground.” Jee rolled her eyes.



“I honestly have no idea what to tell her. But my guess is that the truth would be the best option.” Tit smiled before slowly adding, “By the way, you’re not tired at the moment are you?”



The hardness poking at her hip told Jee exactly where he was going with his largely rhetorical question. As running rings around her husband was her favourite pastime, Jee lied with a deadpan expression “Extremely.”



She watched his expression mimic that of a child who was robbed of their candy and burst out laughing. “How do you keep falling for that?” she chuckled as tears of laughter began to escape.



Tit made a face that promised retribution to Jee. “It’s because I’m a considerate husband and don’t want to burden my heavily pregnant wife with my perpetual state of horniness around her.” Tit held onto Jee by the hips and flipped her until she was straddling him.



“Well, I better reward my husband for being so considerate shouldn’t I?” Jee whispered into his ears, leaving Tit transfixed by the site of her chest perfectly positioned in front of him.



Jee then proceeded prove how not tired she was to her favourite lawyer in the whole world.




Three months later.




Jee clutched Tit’s hand in a vice like grip as she made one final push before collapsing on the hospital bed.



A piercing cry rang through the maternity ward as the midwife swaddled and placed the screeching bundle onto Jee’s chest before saying, “Congratulations on a big healthy boy!”.



Despite the exhaustion, Jee eyes quickly snapped up to Tit’s that mirrored the same shocked expression. The experienced midwife had seen those faces several times before during her decades of delivering babies.



“Ultrasounds can be wrong, sweetie.” The midwife smiled at the stunned new parents.



Tit pealed back the blanket surrounding his son and peered inside. "How did they miss that? He takes after his old man."



Jee rolled her eyes.



Tit leaned down with tears streaming down his face to kiss his wife. “You were amazing, teerak. Thank you for making my life so complete.”



Jee managed to smile with happy tears streaming down her face, even after the exhaustion of a 20 hour labour. “So I guess Jahn and Tiwadee are off the table then? Any suggestions?”



Tit picked up the little pink cherub squirming on his mother's chest and angled the little guy so both of them could get a good look at his chubby little face, which was scrunched up in a manner indicating he was preparing to scream the house down.



The pair turned to face each other with happiness and humour alighting their eyes and simultaneously blurt out the name.


“Ari.”
 
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"Such fun!"
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Jee was washing up the plates from lunch when she looked up to see her husband, walking out of the nursery, shirtless. The image made her melt inside as her husband without clothes on was a delicious sight to behold.



“The little man sprayed you again, didn’t he?” Jee teased, as she eyed the shirt in Tit’s hand that had a distinct wet patch on it.



“Why does he only do it to me? It never happens when you change his diaper.” Tit complained before dumping the soiled shirt into the laundry hamper and coming over to give Jee a quick peck on her hips.



“It’s because I’m his walking food truck, so he knows to be nice to me.” Jee explained. “Our kid is a food-addict, he's always hungry, Tit. He’s in the 95th percentile for height and weight for two-month olds. I bet he gets it from you, I was a tiny baby.” Jee narrowed her eyes at Tit.



Tit flashed her a cheesy smile, “Hey, don’t hate. At least baby boy sleeps like a log, he’s out for the count for at least another three hours. Also, chubby babies are the cutest. But I must admit, he kind of hogs your boobs a little too much for my liking.”



Jee's looked at her husband with false outrage. “You did not just say that, you enormous pervert.” She flicked Tit with dishwashing water.



Tit raised his eyebrows at Jee. “Excuse me, my lovely wife. There has never been a day since we’ve been together that you haven’t groped my butt multiple times. Who is the lecher now?”



Jee ignored his comment but could feel herself blushing.



Tit came up behind Jee and wrapped his arms all the way around her middle, engulfing her in his warm bare skin. Jee rinsed her hands clean and leaned back into his embrace. They stayed that way for a few moments before Jee broke the silence.



“The doctor gave me the all clear today,” she whispered, feeling Tit’s body jerk with excitement.



Jee had taken a while to fully recover from the birth, as their little boy was a hefty baby, with a big head just like his father. The pent up frustration had been killing both Jee and Tit, and neither of them knew if they could handle it anymore.



Tit had tried to release his tension by going extra hard at the gym, which resulted in his current bulging physique. It had done nothing to help Jee’s same predicament, as her husband’s body was now slowing driving her mad.



“Oh thank heavens!” Tit exclaimed before sweeping his wife up into his arms and starting towards the staircase.



Before, they could even make it upstairs, the doorbell rang. They pair looked at each other with extreme exasperation.



“We should ignore it. Maybe it’s just a salesman.” Tit rationalised with a determined look on his face.



Jee admitted dejectedly, “It’s not. I completely forgot Aunt Wadee and teacher Ari were coming to visit today.”



They both released an enormous sigh before Tit spun back around and carried his wife back down the stairs. He propped Jee down just by the front door before rushing upstairs to put on a shirt.



By the time Tit came back downstairs a minute later, Jee, Aunt Wadee and Teacher Ari were already huddled around the crib in the nursery cooing over the small sleeping form in it.



Tit greeted Aunt Wadee and Teacher Ari with hugs.



“How’s paternity leave treating you?” Ari questioned with a cheeky smile.



“Never thought there’d be a day that I’d enjoy being peed, pooed and puked on multiple times a day,” Tit softly laughed.



“Enjoy it while you can, you two, soon they’ll be all grown up and running off to do their own thing.” Aunt Wadee said commented.



“We will Aunty.” Jee smiled.



Aunt Wadee then looked at Jee with eyes full of emotion and pulled Jee in for a hug. “He’s so beautiful, Jee. Thank you so much for allowing me to be a part of you and TJ’s life. It means so much to me.”



While their little boy's first name was Ari, everyone called him by an abbreviation of his middle names, Tiwadee and Jahn, to avoid confusion with teacher Ari.



The look that Aunt Wadee he's given Tit and Jee when they had first told her of their son’s names would forever be sealed in their memories. It was a look that showed that Aunt Wadee finally believed that she belonged in their little family, that she was no longer alone.



Unfortunately, teacher Ari had a cruder reaction to the middle name choices despite his pompous reaction about TJ’s first name. “Why are you giving him a bunch of girl names? He’s going to get picked on so badly for that, you realise.”



“We’ll abbreviate it to TJ, teacher. And without Tiwadee or Granny Jahn, neither of us would be standing here today, and TJ would have likely never existed.” Tit explained.



After Aunt Wadee and teacher Ari had their fill of playing and cooing over TJ, they returned home a couple hours later.



As Tit was placing a sleeping TJ back into his cot, Jee gave him a hug from behind and asked. “Do you think there’s something going on between Aunt Wadee and teacher Ari?”



“They’re just neighbours, Jee. They probably just carpooled together to visit us.” Tit turn around leaned back on the wall of the cot and pulled Jee into his arms, smiling down at her.



“Yeah, but they’re always together nowadays.” Jee bit her lips in concentration.



“It’s probably because they have a lot in common.” Tit gave an ominous smile.



“What do you mean?” Jee’s brows furrowed.



“Teacher Ari is gay, Jee." Tit stated with an amused expression.



Jee looked at Tit in stunned silence.



"How did you not see that? He’s your dance and music teacher for crying out loud.” Tit tried to hold back his laugh. He could see the knobs turning in her head as she recounted all the clues that she missed in the the years she had spent with teacher Ari.



“Are you telling me, that teacher Ari is now Aunt Wadee’s best gay friend?” Jee felt like her mind was being blown.



“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m saying.” Tit couldn’t get over how naïve his wife could be sometimes, he found it adorable.



“Maybe I should set him up with P’Sookie then!” Jee chirped.



Tit almost chocked on his own saliva. “I think it’s best that you don’t meddle too much in other people’s business, Jee. Besides, P’ Sookie’s probably too busy running his new talent agency.”



Suddenly realising that she and Tit were now alone, Jee trailed her hand downwards to grip Tit's derrière. “How much time do you think we have before the baby wakes up?" Jee whispered.



Tit’s face broke out into a huge grin and said, “Enough time, teerak.” before bending down to haul his wife over his shoulder, making Jee squeal with laughter.



Tit then marched them both out of the nursery and up the stairs with more conviction than he had walking into any court room.
Jee watched as Aunt Wadee rounded up all the children for supper in the cafeteria room of the Wadee Centre for Children. Dozens of children ranging from toddlers and teenagers had been calling the centre their home for almost a year now. It had taken a few months for Jee to iron out the details of what all the children needed, how big to make the centre and what kind of staff needed to be hired to help run the place.


Finally, a year after Sittha’s death, his money was being used to serve a noble purpose and the centre was ready to welcome the children who needed it. The centre employed over 20 staff ranging from childcare workers, social workers, cooks, teachers and housekeeping. Aunt Wadee and the children who lived with her, now also spent majority of their time at the centre.


Standing in the doorway of the cafeteria, Jee’s eyes followed to one little toddler in particular. The little man was stripped down to his underpants after refusing to put the rest his clothes back on when his mother had bathed him. Jee giggled at the way TJ’s little pot belly wobbled as he zoomed around the room holding his toy aeroplane up in the air and his rosebud lips puckered to make rotor noises.


Jee spent most of her days at the centre with Aunt Wadee and the other staff members, taking care of the children. She had an office in the centre where she took care of all the administrative duties with the help of Daraka, who had become a permanent teacher in the centre. After Tit left for work every morning, Jee would get TJ ready and bring him with her to the centre so he could spend his days playing with all the other children he’d made good friends with there. The centre was like a second home for him and it gave Aunt Wadee and chance to see TJ as well.


Tit and Jee’s son was a little ball of dynamite, he kept his parents on their toes with his intense thirst for adventure and play. The twenty-month old could run rings around his parents if was cheeky and feeling up to it.


Jee smiled as she studied her son's features. For the most part, his appearances resembled Tit, but people claimed that TJ had inherited her distinctive button nose.


Today, Jee had made the mistake of dressing him in coveralls which made him look like an adorable little fighter pilot. While the little guy loved all things aviation, he like being naked and free more, and always managed to squirm out of his mother's grasp when she was trying to insert his chubby arms and legs into his outfit. When Jee had finally managed to get him fully dressed it’d only take ten minutes before she’d look up and find that he had taken his clothes off and left it laying somewhere on the floor of the centre’s large playroom.


As Jee was about to head out of the cafeteria and into the playroom to find TJ’s discarded clothes, Tit came strolling through the centre’s front door. Jee stood and admired her favourite lawyer who was dressed in a tailored black suit and navy shirt that fit him perfectly. In his right hand was a little baby bag that he always kept in his car for when it was needed. Tit quickly strolled up to Jee with a smile on his face before pulling her into his arms and giving her a peck on the lips.


“God I missed you today.” He sighed “Pulling the extra hours at the firm is killing me. It’s too long spent away from you and the little guy.” Tit felt the exhaustion and stress from the day begin to drain away, as it always did when he was back with his family. He had been working hard to clear his schedule for a family vacation they had planned for next month. They were going to New Zealand and it would be their first time taking TJ overseas. Tit was anticipating TJs reaction to seeing snow for the first time.


“I missed you too, P’Tit.” Jee smiled as she pulled him close to enjoy the sense of wholeness she felt when she was with him.


They turned to look at their little boy who was the apple of their eyes and meant world to both of them.


“I guessed you might have needed this.” Tit chuckled as he lifted to show the baby bag containing some clothes for TJ. “Rookie mistake putting him in a one-peace outfit that he can quickly slip out of.” Tit chuckled.


“I know. But he just looks so cute in it that I hoped he’d actually keep it on.” Jee sighed.


“Daddy!” They heard TJ squeal in delight as he finally spotted that his father had arrived. He dropped his toy aeroplane and starting barrelling towards them as fast as his chubby little legs could take him.


The young parents watched in amusement as their son’s speedy waddle made his belly bounce. As the little man got close, a smiling Tit put the baby bag down and squatted down with his arms wide open as their son leapt into his arms. Tit caught him in a tight hug and he stood back up with the child in his arms.


Tit gave his son a kiss and then asked “Have you been a good boy for mummy today?” He perched TJ on his right arm as he used his left to snake around Jee’s waist.


“Uh huh.” TJ nodded vigorously at his father.


“Then why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” Tit said in a gentle teasing voice.


Knowing he’d been caught, TJ let out a beaming smile he often used to get out of trouble when he’d been mischievous.


Before Tit could lecture his son about keeping his clothes on, Aunt Wadee came up towards them said, “Time for dinner TJ.”


TJ spun around towards Aunt Wadee with a big smile on his face and reached out towards her so she could take TJ in her arms. With the little meatball in her arms Aunt Wadee greeted Tit. “How was work today Tit? Enjoying being senior partner?”


Tit let out a sigh and said “I’m wondering if I bit off more than I can chew. It takes me away from Jee and TJ for so long.”


“You’ll manage” Aunt Wadee replied “You’re a clever boy.”


The ‘boy’ comment made Jee want to giggle as she knew full well that Tit was very much a man, but it was endearing that Aunt Wadee addressed him like he was her child. Tit could sense his wife smiling in amusement next to him and tightened his grip on her waist which she knew was a promise of retribution.


After Aunt Wadee and TJ strode off to eat dinner with the rest of the children, Jee turned to face her husband with a mocking smile and said “Did you hear that? You’re a clever boy, baby.”


“Don’t make me spank you in front of the children, teerak.” Satit teased back while snaking his other arm around her waist.


Jee pressed her body into his and tiptoed to seductively whisper into his ear, “Well I deserve it don’t I?” She then gave him a quick kiss and spun around to go help Aunt Wadee serve food to the kids with a mischievous smile on her face. She knew she'd pay for that comment later tonight, and she couldn't wait.


Tit stood frozen, willing his body to calm down. The temptation to haul Jee over his shoulder to take her home and have his wicked way with her was overwhelming. After more than two years, one would think he would be able to control his reaction to his wife, but if anything it had just gotten worse over time.


Once Tit felt like his composure returned, he looked up to see his wife sitting at one of the cafeteria tables with lots of other children and TJ on her lap. She was trying to help TJ eat so he wouldn’t get the food all over himself like he normally did. Jee looked up to smile and wink at her husband before continuing to wipe food off of TJ’s face.


Tit stood there marvelling at the image they made. Looking at them he thought.


Right there is my entire world. My entire heart. My entire being.


In moments like these, Tit sometimes felt like pinching himself to make sure all of this was real. To ensure that this amount of happiness was even possible. And in the past two years that Tit and Jee had been together, he found himself having these moments a countless amount of times.


Breaking out of his reverie, Tit walked over to join his family with a smile on his face that indicated he knew he’d have to stop and pinch himself an infinite number of more times for the rest of his life.


After having checked all their luggage in and printed all their boarding passes, the small family of three were now waiting in the first class lounge of the Suvarnabhumi airport. Jee was smiling down at her son who was perched on his father’s lap clutching his toy aeroplane. TJ’s excitement had gone into overdrive the moment he spotted the planes taking off and landing on the tarmac as they had been driving towards the airport.


Tit grinned at his wife who was sitting on the lounge chair opposite his, “I think our son is going to implode from excitement overload.” Tit bent his head down to kiss the top of TJ’s little head.


TJ had been babbling non-stop about planes since they sat down in the lounge, which had floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a perfect view of the tarmac. While TJ could normally manage to speak in coherent rudimentary phrases and sentences, his elevated nerves had made his words come out as a bunch of baby-babble. He squirmed out of his father’s lap to toddle over and press his nose against the glass window and marvel at the sight of his little toddler dreams come true.


Jee and Tit got up to follow their son to the window, who was trapped in a trance of infantile euphoria.


Jee giggled at Tit, “If I’d I known he’d get this excited, I should have just taken him to the airport for his previous birthday, instead going through all the trouble of decorating the yard for an aviation themed party.”


“Yes, but then you wouldn’t have had the pleasure of seeing me dressed as a sexy pilot, which made you jump my bones later that night.” Tit teased as he wrapped his arms around Jee’s waist from behind.


Jee blushed and reached her hand back to poke her husband’s side. “Shhh! You’re going to traumatize our son. Nobody wants to hear about their parent’s sexual exploits.”


“I doubt he understands what we’re talking about Jee.” Tit softly chuckled as he rested his chin on Jee’s right shoulder. Jee let out a content sigh and leaned back into the warmth of her husband’s embrace.


Suddenly Jee heard a very familiar high-pitched squeal resonate from behind her.


“Jeeeeeeeee!”


Jee turned around and slid from her husband’s arms to see P’Sookie walking into the first class lounge. P’Sookie looked exactly as he always had, with his hair gelled back in a perfect quiff, wearing an eccentrically patterned suit and with a Birkin hanging on his elbow.


Jee and P’Sookie both rushed forwards to give each other a long, tight hug.


Jee pulled back from the embrace that she had deeply missed to ask, “What are you doing here, P’Sookie?”


“I’m going to Auckland to host a bunch of auditions.” P’Sookie replied. “I’m hoping to recruit some fresh new meat to Sookie Management. So far no one has come close to the bar you set Jee. You were my biggest superstar.” P’Sookie pinched Jee’s cheek as he made the last comment.


Tit then came up behind Jee, to join the little reunion with TJ in his arms.


“Waaaaaaaaaaiii!” P’Sookie exclaimed, fanning himself as if the temperature in the room had sky rocketed. “Mr. handsome lawyer with an adorable baby in his arms. My man-ovaries just exploded.”


Jee and Tit chuckled at P’Sookie’s overzealous reaction.


“How’ve you been, P’Sookie?” Tit greeted with an amused smile on his face.


“I’ve been good. I have a bone to pick with you, by the way.” P’Sookie joked flirtatiously, “You stole my best star from me by knocking her up. I propose you ditch the stuffy court rooms and come be my new leading man as compensation.” P’Sookie wiggled his eyebrows at Tit.


Tit shook his head and laughed. “I can barely have my photo taken without feeling awkward, P’Sookie. I’d be the worst entertainer in the history of the industry.”


P’Sookie gave a sarcastic scoff and then turned his attention to the little child in Tit’s arms.


“Waaaaaaaaaiii!” P’Sookie squealed once again, “It’s only been a month since I last saw you and look at how big you’ve gotten.” He reached forward to pinch both of TJ’s chubby cheeks causing TJ to look up from playing with his toy plane, stunned from the sudden assault.


P’Sookie stepped back and directed a semi-serious look at the pair. “You guys make the cutest babies ever. Please get to work on making some more, so I can make all of them into big superstars when they grow up.” P’Sookie made the last comment with enthusiastic jazz hands.


Tit and Jee looked at each other and giggled at P’Sookie’s diva-like antics. As they were doing so, an announcement came on through speaker system informing them that the flight to Auckland was ready for boarding.


Jee walked back over to the lounge chairs to pick up their carry-on baggage, which just included her handbag and TJ’s baby bag. Tit was a man of simple tastes and didn’t have anything to bring aside from his phone, wallet and passport, which he normally tucked into Jee’s handbag or his pockets.


As Jee walked back up to the group, P’Sookie turned to look at Jee with a questioning look.


“Wait. You guys are going to New Zealand too?!”


“Yep.” Tit replied smiling, “We want to take TJ to see snow for the first time.”


“Oh My God! Let me see your boarding passes.” P’Sookie exclaimed as he snatched them out of Jee’s hands when she retrieved them from her handbag.


“Waaaaaaaaiii! You guys are sitting in seats across the aisle from me!” P’sookie did a little giddy dance which made a few other passengers in the lounge direct quizzical looks his way.


Tit and Jee once again looked at each other in amusement. All four of them then went to get their boarding passes scanned and boarded the plane. As they were all first class passengers, they were allowed to board the plane first. Tit and Jee weren’t actually fussed about sitting in economy (coach) seats for the flight, but they knew Jee would likely be recognized by fans, so they opted to spend more money for the luxury of privacy. Especially since it was TJ’s first flight, they didn’t want to him to get overwhelmed by all the strangers coming up to them in addition to flying for the first time.


Seats in first class area were arranged in rows of four. With two aisles separating the the first and fourth seats into single seats against the windows. Tit and Jee were seated in the pair of middle seats between both aisles, and since TJ wasn’t 24 months old yet, he wasn’t required to sit in his own seat and could sit in his parent’s laps. P’Sookie had the single seat against the window across the left aisle from Jee’s seat.


Once they were all settled in the seats, Jee took out a pacifier from her handbag to pop into TJ’s mouth. She had heard that sucking or eating could help with settling children on flights, especially since it helped equalize the pressure in their ears and prevented the painful popping that could happen sometimes.


As take-off approached, TJ kept squirming in his mother’s arms and leaning over the aisle to try and look out the window to P’Sookie’s left.


When P’Sookie noticed the little guy fussing, he got out of his seat and offered his arms to TJ, “Here, let me take him, Jee. He can sit with me during the flight.” He smiled down at Jee.


Jee looked up at P’Sookie with grateful questioning eyes, “Are you sure P’Sookie? I wouldn’t want for him to disturb you.”


“Don’t be silly, Jee. I love the little man. Besides, he and I have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?” P’Sookie smiled brightly down at TJ, before scooping him up into his arms.


Tit leaned over from his seat to say. “Thank you, P’Sookie. Don’t hesitate to hand the little rascal back over if he gets difficult or you want to rest okay?”


“Sure thing, handsome.” P’Sookie winked at Tit.


During take-off all three adults marveled at the way TJ was squealing and laughing with excitement. Jee and Tit both thought that this was the one of the happiest they’d ever seen their son, and they both felt relieved that TJ was having such a positive experience flying. They’d heard about the horror stories of taking small children on flights and had been stressing about it leading up to this trip. They should have known that their budding little aviator would find flying amazing.


A few hours into the flight, the lights in the flight cabin were switched off so everyone could sleep. As it was night time, and TJ couldn’t see anything out of the window except darkness, he just sat on P’Sookie’s lap watching an animated film on the screen in front, that P’Sookie had put on for him.


Both Tit and Jee had offered to take TJ back from P’Sookie several times but every time they did, P’Sookie either slapped their hands away or waved them off dismissively. P’Sookie wanted to enjoy TJ as much as possible as he felt like this was the the closest thing to having a baby of his own as he knew his lifestyle was not conducive to becoming a parent.


Another hour into the flight and both TJ and P’Sookie had fallen asleep. Jee looked to her right to find Tit fast asleep as well and she slowly unclasped her right hand that was intertwined with his left and went up to go the bathroom.


After finishing her business in the small bathroom, she was washing her hands in the tiny sink situated opposite the bathroom door, when she she heard a knock coming from behind her.


“Just a moment, I’m almost done,” she replied. Jee quickly wiped her hands dry on the simple jersey T-shirt dress she was wearing and turned around to opened the bathroom door. She looked up to find Tit standing there. His eyes were hooded and he was biting his bottom lip with a smirk on his face.


“What?” Jee said as she tried to walk past him to get back to their seats. However, Tit trapped Jee in the bathroom doorway by placing both his arms on each side of the doorframe. Jee looked up at him quizzically.


“What are you doing?” Jee asked as Tit nudged her back into the bathroom, before closing and locking the bathroom door behind them.


The small of Jee’s back hit the sink counter and Tit pressed his hips into hers before resting his arms on the counter behind at either side of her waist. “Ever thought about joining the mile-high club, teerak?” Tit seductively whispered down to his wife. Jee’s eyes snapped up to her husbands in surprise.


“Are you serious, right now? Our child and P’Sookie are sleeping three metres (10 feet) away from us!” Jee whispered back.


“Then we’ll just have to be very quiet then, won’t we?” Tit replied as he gripped Jee’s waist and hoisted her up to sit on the counter behind her. Jee’s heart began pounding uncontrollably as she contemplated the insanity of what they were about to do.


Jee’s breathing grew heavy as she felt heat begin to pool down there. Her hands reached forward to unbuckle the belt on Tit’s trousers, just as he lifted the hem of her dress until it rest at her waist.


Stepping in between Jee's thighs, he whispered.“God, I’m glad you wore a dress instead of pants today. Makes this so much easier.” Tit began nipping and sucking down Jee's neck.


“Hmmmm.” Jee let out a sigh as she closed her eyes in pleasure, letting her head fall back. She smiled and ran her fingers through Tit’s hair. “One could almost think we planned this.”


Tit let out a little chuckle against her collar bone before lifting his head back up to press a deep kiss onto Jee’s mouth. Jee moaned and opened her mouth to let Tit’s tongue in and Tit readily accepted the invitation.


Half an hour later, Jee and Tit slowly tiptoed back to their seats looking distinctly more disheveled compared to when they had left them, despite trying to tidy themselves back up. Leaning back into their chairs, the pair turned to their left to see TJ and P’Sookie still deep in slumber and they breathed a sigh of relief.


Just as Tit and Jee were settling down to try and get some shut-eye themselves, they heard P’Sookie state.


“If Jee gets knocked up again, the child needs to be named after me because I contributed by babysitting.”


Jee’s eyes snapped to her husband’s in an expression of undiluted mortification and Tit looked down at his wife with the same expression before cracking up in a muffled fit of laughter.

 
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alissaax

Just staring into those eyes, warms my heart. ♡
I think you should have a play date for thitjee's baby and piakchayan's baby... best buddies!!!! Up to no good!
 

luther

"Such fun!"
I think you should have a play date for thitjee's baby and piakchayan's baby... best buddies!!!! Up to no good!
I still hate Piak at the moment, so don't feel like writing nice things about her offspring. When she becomes nice again, I might take you up on that suggestion. :aaaaa:
 
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