Finally Home

Mix stirs in his sleep when the sunlight peeks through the curtains, painting the room in a warm, golden hue. He blinks a few times, his eyes adjusting to the brightness, and notices how the weather outside looks calm and beautiful, as though the storm from last night never happened.

He rubs his eyes with his fists and stretches lazily, his body still relaxed from the comfort of the night. As the memories of yesterday trickle back, a soft smile spreads across his lips.

Turning his head, Mix’s gaze falls on Edin, curled up beside him. The little boy is sleeping soundly, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, his hair a messy halo around his head. Mix’s heart melts at the sight, but then his eyes drift further, and he freezes for a moment.

Beside Edin lies Earth.

The man’s face is serene, his features softened in the quiet vulnerability of sleep. The golden morning light seems to kiss his skin, making it glow faintly, accentuating the sharpness of his jawline and the softness of his parted lips. His lashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, and the way his hair falls effortlessly across his forehead makes him look almost unreal—ethereal.

Mix feels his chest tighten as his heart skips. This beautiful, radiant man—his calm amidst the storm, his unexpected source of joy—is his boyfriend now.

Boyfriend.

The word echoes in his mind, filling him with a mix of disbelief and happiness.

Carefully, so as not to disturb the stillness of the moment, Mix props himself up on one elbow. He allows himself to just look at Earth, committing this image to memory. It feels surreal, almost as if he’s dreaming again, but the warmth in his chest reminds him it’s real.

Earth shifts slightly, his brows furrowing in response to the light, and a soft hum escapes his lips. Mix quickly lies back down, trying not to wake him, but he can’t help the chuckle that bubbles up as Earth scrunches his nose, turning toward Edin as though seeking the little boy’s warmth.

A sudden wave of gratitude washes over Mix as he watches them both. This scene—so simple yet so profound—is something he never thought he’d have. A family-like warmth, the sense of belonging, the quiet kind of love that fills a space without needing words.

Quietly, Mix reaches out, brushing a strand of hair from Earth’s forehead. His fingers linger, his smile widening.

In this peaceful moment, with the sunlight streaming in and the sound of soft breathing filling the room, Mix feels it in every corner of his being: he’s exactly where he’s meant to be.

Earth stirs slightly as Mix’s hand brushes against his face, his lips curling into a soft smile even before his eyes open. The warmth of Mix’s touch is unmistakable, and when Earth finally opens his eyes, he finds Mix staring at him. Caught in the act, Mix quickly pulls his hand back, embarrassed, but Earth moves faster, gently catching it and guiding it back to his cheek.

“Good morning,” Earth murmurs, his voice still husky from sleep, his eyes locking onto Mix’s.

“Good morning,” Mix replies, his thumbs instinctively rubbing soft circles against Earth’s skin.

A peaceful silence falls between them until Edin stirs beside them, muttering something incoherent as he shifts positions. Both adults freeze for a moment, watching him, but when Edin settles back into a deep sleep, they exchange amused smiles before carefully climbing out of bed.

In the kitchen, the once-quiet space feels alive with warmth and energy. The gentle clinking of utensils, the sizzle of ingredients, and the soft sound of their laughter fill the air. It’s a far cry from the lonely mornings Earth has grown used to, and the sight of Mix moving around his kitchen makes his heart swell.

While Mix is setting up the utensils, Earth approaches with a steaming mug in hand.

“I figured you might need a little fuel to start the day,” Earth says, handing Mix the cup with a small, teasing smile. “I wasn’t sure how you take your coffee, so I made it how I like mine. You can tell me if it’s too strong.”

Mix chuckles, cradling the cup in his hands as he blows on the surface before taking a careful sip. Earth watches him intently, almost nervously, waiting for his reaction.

Mix looks up, smiling warmly. “Coffee’s perfect. Thank you.”

The moment feels intimate, cozy, and so naturally domestic that Mix’s heart flutters. It’s the kind of scene he’s only seen in movies or dreamed about, and now he’s living it.

“You have work today?” Mix asks, placing utensils on the table and glancing at Earth.

“Yeah,” Earth replies with a small sigh. “What about you? What’s your plan?”

Mix pouts slightly. “I need to visit school and deal with some documents. As much as I’m enjoying my leave, work doesn’t stop.”

“I’ll give you a ride,” Earth offers without hesitation. “I have to drop Edin at preschool anyway.”

Mix nods, feeling grateful. Just then, they hear soft footsteps padding toward them, and Edin appears in the doorway, rubbing his sleepy eyes. His hair is adorably messy, and he looks up at them with a groggy but sweet smile.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” Earth greets warmly, crouching to Edin’s level.

“Morning, Edin,” Mix adds with a soft chuckle.

“Morning,” Edin mumbles, still half-asleep but clearly excited about the smells wafting from the kitchen. He clambers onto a chair at the table, his small legs swinging as he waits eagerly for breakfast.

As they cook together, the kitchen fills with laughter and playful banter. Earth teases Mix about his cooking skills, earning an indignant protest, and Mix retaliates by flicking flour at him. Edin giggles at their antics, his sleepy expression now fully replaced with pure delight.

After breakfast, Mix hesitates in front of Earth’s wardrobe, unsure of what to do.

“Just borrow something,” Earth says casually, tossing a shirt in Mix’s direction.

Mix puts it on, and Earth stops mid-motion, staring for a second too long. The sight of Mix in his clothes—oversized and just slightly too long on Mix’s frame—fills Earth with an unexpected wave of affection.

“You’re staring,” Mix says, narrowing his eyes as he adjusts the shirt.

“You look good,” Earth replies, grinning as he pulls out his phone and snaps a quick picture before Mix can protest.

“Earth!” Mix complains, trying to snatch the phone. “Delete that!”

“Never,” Earth teases, holding the phone out of reach.

Their playful bickering continues until Edin interrupts with an impatient, “Are we going or not?”

The two of them laugh and hastily scamper as they shout, "Sorry, boss!"

As they settle into the car, Edin initially claims the front passenger seat, proudly declaring himself Earth’s “co-pilot.” But as soon as he glances back and sees Mix sitting alone in the backseat, he quickly changes his mind.

“Wait!” Edin says, scrambling out of the front and climbing into the back beside Mix. Earth watches through the rearview mirror, a warm smile spreading across his face as Edin settles comfortably against Mix. His heart feels full, the sight of the two people he cherishes most sitting together filling him with a quiet happiness.

As Earth starts the car, Edin’s little voice suddenly fills the air. “Teacher Mix, are you going back to school?”

Mix, momentarily startled by the question, blinks before offering a soft smile. “Not yet, but I will soon.”

Edin pouts slightly, his expression serious. “Why did you leave Edin?” There’s a faint hint of sulkiness in his voice, and it tugs at Mix’s heart.

“I’m sorry, honey,” Mix replies gently, leaning forward to ruffle Edin’s hair. “I had to sort out something, so Teacher Mix had to leave for a little while.”

Edin’s expression shifts, his brows furrowing as he processes the explanation. After a moment, he tilts his head and asks, “And is it okay now?”

Mix nods, pulling the little boy closer as Edin leans against his chest. “Yes, Edin. Everything’s okay now.”

A bright smile spreads across Edin’s face. “Goody!” He pauses, as if considering something, before adding, “Next time, can Teacher Mix let Edin know if he leaves?”

Mix feels a pang of guilt in his chest at the boy’s words. He tightens his hold on Edin, pressing a soft kiss to his hair. “No need, Edin,” he whispers, his voice tender. “I’ll never leave again unless you want me to.”

The double meaning in Mix’s words doesn’t go unnoticed by Earth, who glances at them through the rearview mirror, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“I would never let Teacher Mix leave,” Edin declares confidently, snuggling closer into Mix’s arms.

Mix’s heart swells, the pure affection in Edin’s words almost overwhelming. He strokes the boy’s back, his voice steady as he murmurs, “I’m glad to hear that, sweetheart.”

In the quiet of the car, Earth’s own thoughts echo Edin’s sentiment.

Me too, he thinks to himself. I’d never let Mix leave.

As they continue their drive, the air between them feels lighter, warmer—a sense of belonging settling over them all. For the first time in a long while, Earth feels like his small family is complete.

They arrive and Earth parks the car as he turns to Mix and Edin with an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, I can’t come in with you two,” Earth says. “I have to beat the clock for work.”

Mix waves him off with a reassuring grin. “It’s fine, really. I’m here to drop Edin off anyway. Don’t worry about it.”

Edin nods eagerly, showing no sign of disappointment. “It’s okay, Daddy!” Leaning over, Edin kisses his father’s cheek. “Bye, Daddy!” he chirps cheerfully, before turning to Mix.

Mix raises an eyebrow, chuckling. “What?”

Edin grins and gestures expectantly. Mix shakes his head in amused disbelief, ruffling Edin’s hair. “Fine, here,” he says, placing a soft kiss on his forehead. “Can you give this to Daddy for me? Teacher Mix kinda can’t reach.” He gestures toward the limited space in the car as an excuse.

Edin laughs, delighted by the request, and eagerly leans forward to kiss Earth’s forehead. Earth beams, instantly recognizing the gesture.

“See you later,” Earth says softly, his voice warm as he watches them both.

Mix and Edin get out of the car, waving enthusiastically as Earth drives off. For a moment, they stand together, the day just beginning, their smiles lingering as they turn toward the school.

The following days were filled with joy and warmth for Earth, Mix, and Edin. They quickly settled into a new rhythm that felt natural and comforting. Mix found himself spending more nights at Earth’s house, waking up to the sight of Edin’s happy face and Earth’s soft smiles.

Earth’s house, once a quiet and organized space, is now a lively sanctuary. Edin’s toys litter the living room, and the scent of Mix’s baking fills the air as he teaches Edin how to make cookies from scratch. The boy stands on a stool next to Mix, his tiny hands covered in flour as he giggles at the mess they make together.

Earth would return from work to this beautiful chaos, his heart swelling at the sight of Mix and Edin in matching aprons, their cheeks smudged with flour. “Daddy, taste this!” Edin would exclaim, running to him with a half-baked cookie. Earth would crouch down, pretending to savor the bite with exaggerated delight, earning a fit of laughter from his son.

Some nights, after dinner, they’d all pile onto the couch for movie night. Edin would sit between them, clutching a bowl of popcorn, while Mix and Earth stole quiet glances at each other over the boy’s head. The soft glow of the TV illuminated their faces, but it was the unspoken love and contentment in their eyes that truly lit up the room.

Despite the happiness surrounding him, Earth couldn’t help but notice Namtan’s silence. It has been weeks since her last visit, and his attempts to reach out went unanswered. He worries for her, unsure if she was struggling or simply need space. Deciding to respect her silence, he resolves to wait, trusting that she’d reach out when she is ready.

Mix, on the other hand, returns to school and is immediately overwhelmed by an explosion of love from his students. As soon as he steps through the door, their excited voices fill the air, creating a warm, welcoming atmosphere. “Teacher Mix! You’re back!” they shout, their faces lighting up with pure joy as they rush towards him with their arms outstretched.

Kneeling down, Mix lets the children envelop him in a group hug, the embrace so tight and full of affection that it almost knocks the wind out of him. Tears well up in his eyes as he feels the rush of emotions swell within him. He had missed them so much, more than he realized. The unfiltered joy and the unconditional love they shower upon him remind him, in this moment, why he loves teaching so much. He wants to soak it all in—every hug, every laugh, every word spoken in excitement.

The days passes in a blur of warmth and adoration.

The children cling to him as if they can’t get enough of his presence. They bombard him with endless questions, their little voices full of enthusiasm. They proudly show him the drawings and crafts they made in his absence. “We made these for you, Teacher Mix!” one child says, holding up a brightly colored card with glitter and markers, the words “Welcome Back!” scrawled across the front. Mix feels his heart swell, overwhelmed by the kindness and love that flows so freely from them.

As much as Mix enjoys being back, the dreadful amount of workload discourages him. One evening, as the sun sets and the classroom quiets, Mix finds himself buried under a mountain of paperwork, the weight of it pressing on his shoulders. The thought of going home with Edin from preschool is pushed to the back of his mind as he realizes there’s no way he’ll finish in time.

His stomach sinks with guilt. Earth, equally swamped at work, must be feeling the same way.

But as if on cue, Earth calls, his voice full of understanding as Mix explains his dilemma. “I’ll ask First and Khaotung to pick up Edin. Don’t worry about it. Just finish up, okay?”

A feeling of relief washes over Mix as he continues to work, but the hours drag on. Before he knows it, First and Khaotung arrive at the school, smiles bright and welcoming.

“Mix, you’re a workaholic, huh?” Khaotung teases with a chuckle, and First adds, “We’ve heard about you and Earth, by the way. We’re so happy for both of you.”

Mix blushes furiously, stammering out a quiet thank you, feeling a warmth in his chest at their words.

"Edin, let's go." Khaotung says and Edin leaps from his seat and runs towards the couple. Mix walks them up to the door and Edin throws his arms around Mix’s waist in a big, tight hug as he bids good bye.

“Bye-bye, Teacher Mix! I love you!” Edin says, his voice full of affection, and the simple words make Mix’s heart swell with pride.

He leans down to kiss Edin’s cheek before he watches them leave, his heart heavy with both love and longing.

Later that night, after Edin is settled with First and Khaotung, there’s a knock on the door that startles them all. They glance at each other, surprised, because it can't be Earth and Mix.

First swings the door open, only to reveal Namtan, standing there with a sweet smile plastered on her face.

“Good evening,” she says, her tone polite but firm. “I’m here to pick up Edin.”

First and Khaotung exchanged uncertain glances. Something about the situation feels off, but neither of them can put their finger on it.

“Did Earth ask you to come?” First asks cautiously, his eyes narrowing with concern.

Namtan’s smile doesn’t waver. “Yes,” she replies smoothly. “I’ve already spoken with him and gotten his permission.”

Trying to verify her story, First reaches for his phone, calling Earth. The line rings and rings, but there’s no answer. A sense of unease lingers in the air, but Namtan remains calm, almost too calm.

“He's busy with work, did he mention that?” she reminds them, her voice dripping with false sweetness. “Now, I am his mother. Please, let me take him.

The tension builds between the three of them as they look at each other, instincts telling them something isn’t right, but unable to deny her claim.

Edin, though hesitant, eventually agrees to go with his mother after Namtan promises that they’ll see Earth soon. The words seem to settle the worry in his heart, and he quietly picks up his backpack, ready to leave with her. But in the pit of Khaotung's stomach, something doesn’t sit right.

Still, he and First have no choice.

As Namtan and Edin drive, the silence between them grows heavier, an oppressive weight that fills the small space of the car. The soft hum of the engine is the only sound, yet it feels deafening in the absence of conversation.

Namtan’s grip on the steering wheel is ironclad, her knuckles pale against the leather. Her gaze is fixed on the road ahead, but her eyes are distant, clouded with thoughts she cannot silence.

Edin sits in the passenger seat, small and curious, his legs swinging slightly as he watches his mother with an expression of innocent confusion. There is something in her demeanor—something hurried, almost frantic—that he does not understand.

“Mama,” he says finally, his voice soft but insistent, breaking through the oppressive quiet. “Where are we going?”

The question hangs in the air for a moment, unanswered. Namtan’s lips press into a thin line, and her eyes dart to the rearview mirror as though searching for an escape. “Home,” she replies after a beat, her voice clipped and devoid of warmth.

Edin tilts his head, his brows knitting together. “But this isn’t the way to Daddy’s house.” His tone is factual, matter-of-fact, but beneath it lies a note of uncertainty, a flicker of unease.

Namtan’s fingers tighten around the wheel, the leather groaning faintly beneath her grip. “We’re going to a different home,” she says, her words carefully measured, each one cutting like glass. “A better home. Away.”

Edin’s small face twists in confusion. “Are you mad at Daddy?” he asks, his voice laced with a childlike curiosity that carries no judgment, only concern.

The question strikes Namtan like a physical blow, her shoulders stiffening as if bracing against an invisible force. Her jaw clenches, and she does not answer immediately. Instead, she exhales sharply, her breath trembling as it escapes her lips.

“Daddy loves you, Mama,” Edin continues, his voice soft but unwavering. There is no doubt in his words, no hesitation, only the pure and unshakable faith of a child who believes in the goodness of those he loves.

Namtan’s hands tremble slightly as she grips the wheel, her vision blurring for a fraction of a second before she blinks rapidly, willing the tears to stay at bay. “I don’t think Daddy does,” she says at last, her tone brittle and laced with bitterness. “Daddy has someone new he loves.”

Edin tilts his head to the side, his expression thoughtful rather than upset. “Can’t we love lots of people, Mama?” he asks simply, as though the answer should be obvious. “I love Daddy, and I love you, and Teacher Mix, and Somsai.”

Namtan falters, her breath hitching as his words hit her like a punch to the chest. She feels as though the air has been stolen from her lungs, leaving her gasping for something she cannot name.

“We have a song at school, you know.. About love” Edin continues his voice brightening with the enthusiasm of a child eager to share something important. “It goes like this: ‘Everybody is born to care. It’s something we were meant to share. Not to keep to ourselves all along."

Edin, taps the leather on his seat as he tries to create a rhythm. "If we make room for someone new, doesn’t mean that there’s less for you. Only means that our circle has grown.’”

“Edin, enough,” Namtan snaps, her voice sharp and trembling. The edge in her tone is foreign, almost frightening, and Edin recoils slightly, his small hands gripping his seatbelt as though it might anchor him in this strange and unfamiliar moment.

For a moment, there is silence once more, but it is no longer the oppressive quiet of before. Now, it is heavy with the weight of unspoken emotions, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

“I just don’t get it,” Namtan murmurs, her voice barely audible, as though speaking to herself rather than to Edin. Her eyes remain fixed on the road, but her thoughts are a swirling storm, tangled in pain and confusion.

“How could you accept that? A family is made up of a daddy and a mama, Edin. Not two daddies.” Her voice breaks slightly, betraying the deep vulnerability she’s trying to suppress.

Edin, unshaken by her words, looks at her with wide, earnest eyes. His small face glows with a wisdom far beyond his years, his innocence untouched by the complexities of adult biases. “Family is made of love, Mama,” he says softly, his voice steady, each word carefully chosen, each one landing with the weight of undeniable truth.

Namtan’s hands tighten on the steering wheel, her knuckles white. “How do I accept that, Edin?” she asks, her voice shaking with raw emotion. “How do you accept it?”

For a moment, silence stretches between them. Namtan feels embarrassed, almost ashamed, that she has asked this question of her child—her son, so young and small, who should be the one asking her for guidance. Yet here she is, lost and looking to him for answers she cannot find within herself.

Edin’s gaze softens, and he speaks with the simple clarity of a child whose heart is unburdened by prejudice. “Because love is love, Mama. It doesn’t matter if it’s a daddy and a mama, or two daddies, or two mamas. It's love.”

“But how can I...” Namtan hesitates, her voice trailing off. She doesn’t even know what she’s asking anymore, only that she feels like she’s grasping at straws.

Edin tilts his head, his small hands resting in his lap as he explains gently, “When you love someone, you want them to be happy, Mama. Edin wants Daddy's happiness because Edin loves Daddy and Daddy's happiness makes Edin happy too."

Namtan swallows hard, her throat tight. “But what about me? What about my happiness?” Her voice is a whisper now, full of desperation and doubt.

Edin reaches over and touches her arm lightly, his tiny fingers a comforting weight. “You can be happy, Mama. You have Edin, and Daddy, and even Teacher Mix. Love doesn’t take away—it grows, like a pretty flower." Edin giggles. "And we can have as much love as we want, as long as we share it. Like my favorite powpows!”

Namtan’s vision blurs, tears pooling in her eyes as Edin’s words sink in. She doesn’t respond immediately, her mind spinning with the simplicity and profundity of her son’s answer. It is a perspective she has never allowed herself to consider, and yet it feels like a lifeline in the storm of her emotions.

Namtan grips the wheel tighter, her chest heavy with a mix of emotions she can’t yet name. But for the first time in what feels like an eternity, a crack of light breaks through the wall she’s built around herself. She glances at Edin, her heart aching with both guilt and hope, and nods ever so slightly.

“I don’t know if I’m ready to feel that way yet,” she admits quietly. “But I’ll try.”

Edin’s smile widens, and he pats her arm again as though he understands more than he should. “That’s enough, Mama. Trying is enough.”

Namtan smiles at her son as Edin says, "Now, let's go home!"

Back at First and Khaotung’s house, the atmosphere is charged with a tense, uneasy silence.

Khaotung paces the living room, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt as if trying to distract himself from the gnawing worry in his chest. First sits on the edge of the couch, his phone clutched tightly in his hand, staring at the screen as he redials Earth’s number for what feels like the hundredth time. The soft hum of the ringing tone fills the room, a maddening sound that only heightens their anxiety.

Finally, a click. Earth’s voice comes through the line, slightly breathless. “Hello?”

First don’t waste a second. “Earth, did you permit Namtan to take Edin? She was just here—she came, picked him up, and left. She said she called you, but we couldn’t reach you, so we had to let her go. Did you know about this?”

There’s a sharp intake of breath on the other end, and for a moment, nothing but silence. Then, Earth’s voice, strained and clipped, comes through. “No.”

The single word carries the weight of his disbelief and dread. His heart stops, as if suspended in mid-air, and the blood drains from his face. His hand tightens around the phone, and he grabs his jacket with the other. “Work just ended. I’m heading out now. I’ll call you back,” he says, his voice tight.

He ends the call abruptly, his mind spinning. Why would Namtan do this? They had talked about boundaries, agreed that communication about Edin was non-negotiable. They had laid out the rules for co-parenting. So why now? Why take Edin without telling him?

As he speeds toward his car, his shaking fingers dial Namtan’s number. Each ring feels like an eternity, but when her voicemail kicks in, it’s like the ground falls out from under him. The automated message is sterile, unfeeling—a stark contrast to the chaos in his mind. He redials, the same result.

“Goddammit,” he mutters, slamming his palm against the steering wheel as he starts the car. His heart pounds against his ribs, each beat fueled by panic.

Just as he merges onto the main road, his phone rings. He answers without glancing at the screen, hoping it’s Namtan. “Hello?”

It’s Mix. “Hi,” Mix says, his tone casual, though it immediately shifts when he hears Earth’s shallow breaths over the line. “What’s wrong?”

“Namtan took Edin,” Earth says, his voice a mixture of anger and fear. “And no one can reach her. I’m heading to her house now.”

Mix’s breath hitches audibly, the gravity of the situation hitting him like a freight train. “Where are you now?” he asks, his voice tight with concern.

“I’m on my way to her house,” Earth replies, his grip on the wheel tightening as he accelerates.

“Okay,” Mix says hurriedly, already moving to gather his belongings. He’s not finished with work, and his supervisor might have something to say about him leaving early, but none of that matters. Not right now. Edin is the priority. “I’ll head to your place. I’ll wait there in case they come home.”

“Okay,” Earth says, his voice softer now. “Take care, babe.”

Mix freezes for a fraction of a second, his heart skipping a beat. It’s the first time Earth has called him babe. Even through the fear and tension, the word feels like a balm, a momentary reprieve.

“You too,” Mix says, his voice quieter. “Drive safe."

The call ends, and Mix bolts out of his room, his bag swinging from his shoulder.

By the time Mix arrives at Earth’s house, the air outside is eerily still, the quiet amplifying his unease. He unlocks the door with the spare key Earth gave him, stepping into the darkened living room. The lights are off, and the emptiness of the house feels suffocating. He flicks on the switch, the soft hum of the bulb doing little to soothe the knots in his stomach.

Setting his bag down by the couch, Mix begins to pace, his footsteps echoing softly in the quiet house. His phone rests in his hand, the screen lighting up every few seconds as he checks for updates. Each moment that passes without a call or text from Earth feels like an eternity.

Mix runs a hand through his hair, the tension building with every minute. He glances toward the hallway leading to Edin’s room, his heart twisting painfully at the thought of the little boy being taken somewhere without explanation. The image of Edin’s bright, trusting eyes flashes in his mind, and Mix has to take a deep breath to steady himself.

He sits down on the edge of the couch but immediately stands back up, his nerves not allowing him to stay still. His eyes dart toward the door, as if willing to open and reveal Earth and Edin walking in safe and sound. The silence is deafening, broken only by the occasional buzz of his phone as he checks it compulsively.

“Come on,” Mix whispers to himself, his voice trembling with both worry and frustration. “Please, let them be okay.”

His phone buzzes violently in his hand, the sound slicing through the tense silence in the room. Mix's chest tightens as he sees Earth’s name flashing on the screen. Without hesitation, he swipes to answer, his voice trembling just slightly, betraying the unease swirling in his stomach.

“Hi. How is it going?” Mix asks, his words careful, measured, though his insides churn like a storm brewing on the horizon. The edge in Earth’s voice when he responds only amplifies the growing knot in Mix’s chest.

“She’s not home,” Earth says, his tone quiet but tense, like a string pulled too tight and threatening to snap.

Mix starts to respond, but something outside catches his attention. Through the glass window, he notices headlights sweep across the room briefly, their harsh light reflecting off surfaces like a warning. His heart skips, panic and confusion weaving together in an instant.

“Wait,” Mix says, his voice lowering, his grip tightening on the phone. “Is that you outside?”

There’s a pause before Earth’s voice comes through, clear but strained. “No. I’m still on my way to you.”

Before Mix can process, his instincts kick in. He doesn’t bother hanging up the call, rushing toward the door instead. The unease in his chest grows heavier with each step, like wading through water. He grips the handle tightly, pulling it open—only to freeze.

It’s Namtan. And Edin.

“Edin!” Mix’s voice bursts out in relief and surprise, his heart leaping at the sight of the boy. Edin runs to him, his small arms wrapping tightly around Mix’s waist. Mix immediately crouches to embrace him fully, his phone still on his hand. The warmth of Edin’s hug momentarily soothes his frayed nerves.

But the reprieve is short-lived.

“Why are you here?” Namtan’s voice cuts through the moment like a blade, sharp and cold. Her brows are furrowed, her arms stiff at her sides, her entire demeanor radiating tension.

Before Mix can answer, Edin does it for him in the way only a child could—earnest and unfiltered.

“Teacher Mix is Daddy’s boyfie, Mama.”

The words hang in the air, heavy and impossible to ignore.

Namtan’s expression changes in an instant. Her face contorts into something unrecognizable—anger and disbelief mingling with a wild, unhinged intensity. Her breaths come out ragged, her fists clenching and unclenching as though she’s struggling to contain herself.

Mix, still holding Edin close, suddenly remembers the phone in his hand. He lifts it back to his ear, his movements slow, careful, like he’s trying not to provoke a wild animal.

“Earth,” he says quickly, his voice low but urgent. “Edin is here.”

“I’m on my way—” Earth’s voice is cut off mid-sentence as Namtan lunges forward, her hand snatching the phone from Mix’s grasp. The motion is so abrupt that Mix barely has time to react before she throws the device across the room. It lands with a loud clatter, skidding across the floor.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay away?” Namtan hisses, her voice trembling with fury. Her eyes blaze as she storms into the house, her movements erratic, her anger palpable. “And now you’re his boyfriend?”

Mix instinctively steps back, shielding Edin behind him with one arm. His heart pounds in his chest, the protective urge overpowering the fear threatening to creep in.

“Namtan, let’s talk calmly,” he says, his voice soft, deliberate, as if trying to placate her. He doesn’t want to escalate the situation—especially not with Edin here.

But his attempt at diplomacy only fuels her anger.

“Oh!” Namtan lets out a sharp, bitter laugh that chills Mix to his core. “Stop putting on this act. Drop the saintly teacher routine and show me your true colors!”

Mix exhales slowly, trying to keep his composure, but her words chip away at his patience. “Namtan, it’s best that you leave,” he says firmly, though his voice remains calm. “For now.”

“You’re making me leave now?” she shouts, her voice rising, her anger spiraling. “Acting like you’re the wife now, huh? Playing house with my son?”

Mix feels Edin’s small hand clutching at his shirt, a silent plea for comfort. The child’s fear is like a dagger to his heart.

“Please, let’s talk this through,” Mix says, his voice softer now, tinged with desperation. “You’re scaring Edin.”

But Namtan doesn’t relent. Her glare is icy, her voice venomous as she spits out, “And now you’re trying to take my place? Caring for my son like that? What gives you the right?”

Something inside Mix snaps.

The patience he’s held onto so tightly slips through his fingers like sand. He straightens, his voice steady but edged with a fire he can no longer suppress.

“Yes. Maybe I am,” he says, his eyes locking with hers. “I am now a part of this family whether you like it or not.”

The slap comes so fast that Mix doesn’t have time to react.

The sharp, stinging sound of skin meeting skin reverberates through the room, followed by a shocked gasp. For a moment, everything freezes.

Mix’s cheek burns, the pain radiating outward, but it’s not the sting of the slap that hurts most—it’s the weight of the moment, the implications of what just happened.

“Mama, you’re bad!” Edin’s small, trembling voice shatters the silence. The child clings to Mix, his little body shaking, tears streaming down his face. “You’re bad!”

Namtan’s expression falters, her eyes widening in horror as she stares at her son. “N-no, Edin… I didn’t mean to—” she stammers, her voice breaking.

Mix doesn’t wait for her to finish. Ignoring the pain in his cheek, he scoops Edin into his arms, holding him close as the boy cries into his shoulder.

“Edin? Mix?” Earth’s voice echoes from the doorway, full of urgency and worry. He takes in the scene in an instant—Namtan standing frozen, Mix holding a sobbing Edin.

Earth doesn’t hesitate. He strides past Namtan without so much as a glance, his focus solely on his family. “What happened?” he asks, his voice gentle as he wipes at Edin’s tears with a thumb. “Are you okay, honey? Why are you crying?”

Edin doesn’t respond, burying his face deeper into Mix’s shoulder.

When Earth finally looks at Mix, his expression hardens. The sight of the fresh welt on Mix’s cheek ignites a fury in him so intense he has to take a deep breath to keep it from consuming him.

“Babe,” he says, his voice soft but commanding. “Please take Edin to the bedroom. I’ll handle this.”

Mix hesitates for a moment, but Earth’s steady gaze reassures him. He nods, carrying Edin down the hallway and closing the door behind them.

When Earth turns back to Namtan, his eyes are like steel. "What happened?" Earth says coldly, his voice laced with a venom he rarely uses. His usually composed demeanor is shattered, replaced by a restrained fury that makes his every word cut deeper. He steps closer to Namtan, towering over her, his eyes blazing with a protective fire.

"Earth, listen to me," Namtan pleads, her voice trembling as she tries to find footing in the conversation spiraling out of her control. "I didn’t mean to—"

"Did you touch him?" Earth interrupts, his voice rising but still controlled enough to keep from alarming Edin further. "You stormed in here, you insulted Mix, you scared our son, and you put your hands on the man who has done nothing but love and care for Edin when you couldn’t be bothered to."

Namtan flinches at his words, her lips parting to reply, but no sound comes out.

"You’re angry? Fine, be angry. But you don’t take it out on the people I love." Earth’s voice lowers, trembling with restrained anger. "Mix didn’t deserve that, and Edin didn’t deserve to see it. Do you even realize what kind of damage you’re causing? You’re his mother. He looks up to you. And tonight, you scared him."

Tears well up in Namtan’s eyes, her guilt manifesting in the way her shoulders slump, but Earth doesn’t relent.

"I gave you the benefit of the doubt, Namtan. I tried to co-parent with you because Edin deserves to have his mom in his life. But if this is the kind of behavior you’re bringing into his home—our home—then maybe it’s time I reconsidered what’s best for him."

"You can’t just—" Namtan begins, her voice cracking.

"I can," Earth cuts her off firmly. "You’ve already made your choice when you took Edin without telling me. Do you know how terrified I was? We thought something had happened to him! And for what? So you could act out some jealous tantrum because you can’t accept the fact that I’ve moved on?"

Namtan’s tears spill over now, streaming down her cheeks, but Earth doesn’t waver.

"You need to leave," he says, his voice cold but resolute. "Go home. Take some time to think about what you want, not just for yourself but for Edin. And until you can come back here as the mother he deserves, someone who puts his happiness above her own pride, I don’t want you near him or us."

Namtan opens her mouth, but no words come out. Her face is pale, her expression stricken. Finally, she nods, defeated, and slowly turns to leave.

As the door closes behind her, Earth lets out a long, shaky breath, his shoulders sagging as the adrenaline begins to wear off. He runs a hand through his hair, collecting himself before heading to the bedroom.

Inside, he finds Mix sitting on the bed, holding a sniffling Edin close. Mix’s cheek is still red and swollen, and the sight makes Earth’s chest tighten with guilt and anger all over again.

Earth kneels in front of them, reaching out to gently stroke Edin’s hair. "Hey, buddy," he says softly, his voice warm and soothing now. "It’s okay. You’re safe now."

Edin looks at him with tear-streaked cheeks and hiccups. "Mama is bad," he whispers, his small voice trembling.

Earth pulls him into a tight hug, kissing the top of his head. "Mama made a mistake, but it’s okay now, okay?."

When Edin nods against his chest, Earth looks up at Mix, his eyes full of regret. "I’m so sorry," he says quietly, reaching out to cup Mix’s uninjured cheek. "You didn’t deserve that."

Mix offers him a small, tired smile, his hand covering Earth’s. "It’s not your fault," he says, his voice equally soft. "Let’s just focus on Edin right now."

Earth nods, leaning forward to kiss Mix’s forehead. "I’ll take care of both of you," he murmurs, and in that moment, he means every word with all of his heart.

----

The days together feel infinite and fleeting all at once. Each sunrise brings new moments for Earth and Mix to discover one another, to learn the depths of their personalities, quirks, and dreams. Earth finds himself memorizing the way Mix’s eyes sparkle when he talks about his passions, the way his voice softens when he reads bedtime stories to Edin, and the quiet resilience in his gaze when he thinks no one is watching.

Mix, on the other hand, becomes enamored with Earth’s quiet strength—the steady presence he offers, the thoughtful way he cares for Edin, and the vulnerability he isn’t afraid to show around him. There is something profound in the way Earth loves, and it makes Mix feel like he is the center of a universe he didn’t realize he craved.

Their relationship grows not just in the easy days but in the trials they face. When Earth struggles to juggle work and fatherhood, Mix steps in seamlessly, bringing stability and warmth to their chaotic days. When doubts creep in, they talk, fight, and ultimately choose each other. Every hardship feels like a reminder of why they are meant to be.

When Mix finally moves in, their home transforms. The once quiet house comes alive with shared laughter, late-night conversations, and Edin’s boisterous energy. The trio celebrates Mix’s birthday, with Earth and Edin surprising him with a lopsided cake they attempt to bake together. Christmas is even more magical, the house glowing with lights and warmth as they exchange gifts, share stories, and make memories that feel like something out of a dream.

By New Year’s Eve, the house buzzes with life. First and Khaotung arrive mid-morning, their arms laden with decorations and snacks. Edin greets them enthusiastically, immediately roping them into his plans for stringing up garlands and placing colorful balloons all around.

In the kitchen, Mix busies himself preparing dishes for the evening. He glances toward the living room, smiling at the sight of Earth and Edin, now huddled together in the corner, whispering with conspiratorial glee.

“Hey, what are you two plotting?” Mix calls out, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

Earth looks up, his expression comically innocent. “Nothing, love. Just... strategizing.”

Mix narrows his eyes but decides to let it go, turning his attention back to chopping vegetables. “Fine. But no snacking before dinner, you hear me?”

He catches Earth smiling at him, a softness in his gaze that makes Mix’s heart skip a beat.

By nightfall, the house is alight with joy. The dining table overflows with food, and the sound of laughter fills every corner. They invited First and Khaotung to stay but they have plans of their own.

Edin, now donning a sparkling party hat, can hardly contain his excitement as the countdown begins on the big screen.

“Everyone ready?” Earth asks, distributing mini party poppers.

Edin giggles, clutching his tightly. “I’m ready, Daddy!”

As the numbers on the screen begin their descent, Earth shifts restlessly, his eyes darting toward Mix.

“Are you okay?” Mix asks, leaning closer.

Earth smiles, brushing a hand against Mix’s cheek. “Just excited,” he replies, his voice steady but his eyes betraying a flicker of nerves.

Mix tilts his head but doesn’t press further, turning his attention back to the TV.

10... 9... 8...

Suddenly, Edin bolts from the sofa, his small figure darting to the side. Mix barely notices, too focused on the countdown.

7... 6... 5..

Earth stands abruptly, reaching for Mix’s hand. “Come here,” he murmurs, guiding Mix to stand.

“What—” Mix starts, but Earth just smiles, his hand warm and reassuring.

3... 2...

Mix turns to glance at Earth, only to realize he isn’t beside him anymore. Confused, he spins around—and freezes.

1!

Happy New Year!

The sound of fireworks erupts outside, cheers echoing through the neighborhood. But Mix hears none of it.

There, in the middle of their living room, Earth is down on one knee. In his hand, a small velvet box lies open, revealing a ring that sparkles in the light.

Beside him, Edin holds up a giant piece of paper, almost too big for his small hands. It is covered in brightly colored monster drawings, with bold, uneven letters that read: “WILL YOU MARRY DADDY?”

Mix’s breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding as tears blur his vision. His heart explodes, matching the fireworks outside.

----

Days later, the house is wrapped in an unusual, almost reverent stillness. The absence of Edin’s boundless energy leaves a hollow kind of quiet. He has eagerly set off on a picnic adventure with First and Khaotung, leaving Mix and Earth alone, nestled in the warm embrace of their shared sanctuary.

On the gray sofa—Earth’s undeniable favorite—they lounge like two halves of a whole, tangled together in the kind of comfort that only comes with love. The quiet hum of the day is broken by Mix’s helpless giggles, each one tumbling out as Earth’s lips trail along his neck and linger teasingly at his ear. His kisses are soft yet insistent, a playful assault on Mix’s most sensitive spots.

“Babe, stop it!” Mix gasps, his voice bubbling with laughter as he squirms in Earth’s grasp.

Earth pulls back just enough to pout dramatically, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous gleam. “But I can’t help it,” he says, his tone bordering on theatrical, as though the mere act of not touching Mix is an unbearable punishment.

Mix rolls his eyes in mock exasperation, but his heart swells. Leaning in, he silences Earth’s playful antics with a soft, lingering kiss. “You’re such a big kid,” he murmurs, his voice laced with affection.

Earth grins, his arms tightening around Mix as they settle back into the cushions. The sunlight streaming through the window catches on Mix’s hand, drawing both their eyes to the ring adorning his finger. It glimmers like a beacon, a tangible promise of everything they’ve built together and all that’s yet to come.

“I never thought you’d propose on New Year’s,” Mix admits, his voice carrying a hint of awe and amusement.

Earth chuckles, the sound deep and warm, pulling Mix closer as though proximity alone could convey the depth of his feelings. “I wasn’t sure I could pull it off,” he confesses. “Edin was my secret weapon.”

Mix laughs, the pieces falling into place. “So that’s why you two were always whispering!”

Earth’s laughter joins his, rich and unguarded, as he buries his face in the crook of Mix’s neck. “I can’t believe you said yes,” he mumbles, his voice tinged with disbelief, as though the memory of Mix agreeing is too precious to fully accept.

Mix pulls back just enough to meet Earth’s gaze, his expression incredulous. “I practically threw myself at you, and you thought I’d say no?"

Their laughter erupts, bright and unrestrained, filling every corner of the room with a joy so palpable it feels almost sacred. As the sound subsides, Earth’s gaze softens, his eyes locking onto Mix’s with an intensity that makes the air between them feel electric.

“I love you, Mix,” he says, the words steady and sure, as though they’re etched into his very soul.

Mix’s smile blooms, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears that speak of gratitude, disbelief, and an overwhelming love that threatens to spill over. “And I love you,” he whispers, his voice trembling with emotion.

They stay like that, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the world outside fading into insignificance. In this moment, there’s no past or future—only the here and now, and the love that binds them.

Earth’s cheeks flush a deep pink, and Mix’s grin widens with unrestrained glee. “Are you blushing?” he teases, his voice a playful lilt that breaks through the tenderness.

Earth groans, burying his face against Mix’s shoulder as though to hide from his embarrassment. “I’m so down bad for you,” he admits, his voice muffled but filled with a kind of vulnerability that makes Mix’s heart ache.

Mix giggles, delighted by the confession. “How bad?” he presses, his tone light and teasing.

“A hundred and one percent,” Earth mumbles, his words carrying the weight of sincerity even in their playful delivery.

Their laughter bubbles up again, softer this time, melting into a quiet contentment that wraps around them like a cocoon. As they hold each other, their hearts beat in perfect harmony, a silent testament to the love that anchors them.

In this moment, nothing else exists. Nothing else matters. They are home.

:i did not notice, the last chap was so long 🥹 either way, we have come to an end and i hope you enjoyed this. let me know how is it, y'all 🖤 i would love to hear your thoughts~