EPILOGUE

I saved this for you all for so many days just to upload it today... IT'S MY BIRTHDAAAYYY

Well, enjoy this epilogue. Oh! And it's... unedited.

- Wannie___________________________________________________________

***10 YEARS LATER***

"Mommy~ help me with my home-work, please?" the little kid asked of his handsome mother. Mew sat up straight, taking his head off of his mother-in-law's lap. "Tell me what you are stuck at, Type," Mew asked his youngest born. Type settled on Mew's lap ad showed him his work-sheet. "Baby, I think your P'Solo should be able to help you with this. This is not so difficult," Fon said, peeking at the sheet of paper from beside the two. Type curled his lips in a pout as his eyes started glimmering with hints of forming tears, "B- but P'So told me that he's too busy to help me with my home-work." Both, Mew and Fon's, brows furrowed.

"And just what is it that he is so busy with that he can not even make time for his little brother?" Mew asked, his brows raised, ready to scold his older son. "With his guitar! He's just playing that in his room!" Type sulked with a pout. This seven year old was a carbon copy of his father. The same huge, round, deep eyes. The same button nose. The same pouty, full lips. An exact mini version of Gulf Kanawut was his son Type Suppawut. Even his mannerism were same as his father. The way he pouts, sulks, smiles, laughs, talks, everything.

"Sammy, baby, could you please call your brother here, sweetie?" Fon asked the eldest child of the house. "Yes, granny, wait, I'll get him!" Sammy replied from the kitchen. The triplets were already thirteen years old. Who would have known that those tiny little pups would grow up so much. To Mew, it was just yesterday when the three were still just fetes swimming inside of him, and boom! they were already teenagers. It was always hard for him to come to terms with the fact that he had the most perfect family he could ever imagine. A loving husband who adores him just the same even after so many years together. Parent-in-laws who never let him feel the emptiness in that hole in his heart that had been barren since his mother left him when he was just seven.

Now, the hole had been turned into the most beautiful garden of memories with the best blooming moments of his children's first words; his and Gulf's confession; the endless "I love you's"; his every morning with Gulf right beside him; the news of him being pregnant for the second time; memories of how his puppies always helped him take care of Type; of the time when Sammy and Becca first tried baking cookies and ended up making them overly salty; the first time Type got hurt; Solo playing guitar for them on their anniversaries since he was five. All those things that could help the tiniest smile crept up his face. Memories of each and everyday he has been spending in nothing but pure bliss.

Soon enough, an annoyed Solo and a curtly smiling Sammy were present in front of their grandmother, mother, and baby brother. "Mommy, your tea," Sammy said, placing a grey porcelain cup on the coffee table. "Thank you, sweetie," Mew smiled at her and turned to his son. "So Mr. Solo Kanawut, care to explain why you refused to help you little brother?" Mew asked sternly, sending chills down Solo's spine. "I'm busy," the teenager replied. Mew raised his brows, "Busy with your guitar?" Solo sighed, "Mommy, I have an audition for the school's band tomorrow, I have been practicing for that. If I clear that, I can represent our school in the interschool competition. It's not that I don't want to help Type, I'm just trying to practice the best for tomorrow," Solo explained. Mew's brows slouched down to normal, "Oh, okay, go and continue."

"Mommy, what's audition?" Type asked in all innocence. Mew ruffled his hair with a sweet smile, "It is a test, baby. P'So can't help you because he has to prepare for that." Type nodded with his mouth forming an 'o', "So, mommy will help me no-" The kid was cut of by his sister, Becca, "How about P'Becca and P'Sammy help you? Mommy needs to rest now so that the babies resting in his tummy can also rest." Sammy nodded along. Type frowned. "Babies? In mommy's tummy? But I am mommy's baby!" Type said, teary eyed that someone else was taking his place in his mommy's heart. "Of course you are... you, P'Sammy, P'Becca, P'Solo, all four of you are my babies. I am going to have two more. I love you all equally," Mew tried explaining. Type was a little relieved but still worried, "But why are they inside you? Did you eat them? But why? Mommy! You ate my little siblings! Why?" Sammy and Becca were laughing at their little brother secretly, earning glares from their loveliest grandmother.

"Aww, my precious baby brother~" Becca cooed. Sammy chuckled, "Mommy didn't eat them. They are just... sleeping in his tummy for some months. When they grow a little, they'll come out." Mew almost forgot that his daughters had already studied this topic in school. "So was I there too?" Type asked, looking at Mew's for-now flat abs. Mew nodded and kissed his head, "You were. Even your elder siblings were in there once. My tummy will grow in a few months and when it's big enough, your two baby siblings will come out." Type nodded, "Does it hurt to have them in there?" Mew smiled, "Not now... but in the future, maybe..." Type sighed and leaned his head on his mommy's tummy lightly.

"Mommy?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I love you."

"I love you too... I love you so much, my four puppies."

"And what about the puppies' daddy?"

Mew turned his head and saw his husband and father-in-law standing by the entrance. "Really, Mr. Kanawut?" Mew scoffed. "Do you know how much I miss you, Secretary Suppasit?" Gulf pouted and bent down as his son ran towards him for a lift. Gulf walked towards his daughters with Type in his arms, "How was your day?" He kissed their heads. Sammy replied, "Usual. Solo's busy with his audition thing. How about you, daddy?" March was already seated beside his wife. "The usual too. And how about my little prince?" Gulf asked the kid in his arms. Type gave him a narration of his whole day with acting it all out.

"Okay, enough now. Let's go and do your home work, shall we?" Becca asked of her little brother. "Type, your home work's not done yet? Go do that!" Gulf sternly ordered. Type saluted at the elders and skipped away with his sisters. "Type really is your copy, Glaze," Mew remarked, leaned in on Gulf's shoulder. "He's my son after all!" Gulf chuckled, "But I don't think I was that hyperactive." Fon scoffed, "You could sneak past your bodyguards! Who says you weren't hyperactive! Type seems lazier than you were!" Mew nodded, "Even while playing it was so hard to catch you!" "Now even my wife is against me! only my kids love me!" Gulf pouted, puffing his cheeks and facing the other way, irritated. The rest three could not help but burst out laughing at the youngest one's antics.

Gulf abruptly stood up with a loud huff and stomped his way to his room.

"Fucking childish!" March scoffed at his son. "Where do you think he gets that from, huh, Kanawut?" Fon glared playfully at her husband. March raised his hands in surrender and mouthed an apology. "I'll go check on that husband of mine. Good night, mom, dad," Mew kissed Fon's cheek with a smile and left after receiving a kiss.

***GULFMEW ROOM***

As Mew entered the room, he saw his husband's clothes lying on the floor, making a path towards the bathroom. "Bathing when pissed... still my lovely nong Glaze," Mew smiled to himself. He picked up the scattered clothings and into the hamper. He then locked their door and walked to the bathroom once undressed.

"Gulf, hubby?" he lightly called for attention as he walked to the man settled in the tub with his head resting back against the wall behind. Gulf snapped to look at Mew and motioned him to join in. Mew smiled again and settled in between Gulf's legs, resting his back on his husband's chest and head on the shoulder. "Still sulking, Glaze?" Mew asked with puppy eyes. Gulf sighed and shook his head. "Not anymore... tell me, how are my babies today? Troubling mommy?" Gulf asked, caressing Mew's lightly swollen belly. "No, the babies aren't troublemakers like their siblings," Mew replied adoringly. "And the babies' mommy?" Gulf asked, pecking his temple. "Mommy? He's fine too... just missing daddy," Mew pouted, answering on behalf of his unborns. Gulf chuckled, "Awe... Sorry, Doughnut. I didn't meant to ignore you. I so wanted to run back home to you but those old men just won't let me end the meeting." "You hate work so much, Mr. CEO Husband," Mew teased.

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"I only used to go to office to see you everyday, baby. I hate going to work. Now, you took over dad's company as the CEO and left me," Gulf pouted. "I only get to see you in the morning or at night," the husband complained. "Yeah... but you didn't want to take over his business and he needs an heir too, hubby. We can't let dad's company just go... he worked years to bring it where it is today," Mew explained. Gulf sulked again. "Hey! Don't be sad... tell me what you want me to do to make you happy," Mew asked, cupping Gulf's cheek. Gulf internally smirked as he gave Mew a devilish look. A chill ran down Mew's spine upon seeing those darkening eyes of his husband and his hand dropped from Gulf's cheek, splashing the water out of the tub.

Without breaking eye-contact, Gulf helped his hands to Mew's thighs. He traced them gently, making it feel ticklish to Mew who was already breathing hard. His hormones raging up. "G- Gulf~" Mew let out a breathy moan as Gulf caressed his manhood, hardening it in no time. Mew could also feel Gulf getting hard behind him and poke his back. "You pervert!" Mew hissed, teasingly. "Really? Then let me show you what this pervert can do," Gulf spoke right into his ears, licking the shell of it. Mew gripped at Gulf's thighs, digging his nails into the soft flesh. "Tell me, here or the bed?" Gulf asked, nibbling on Mew's neck as he pocked his middle finger into his vagina. Mew leaned back his head to a side, giving Gulf a better access to his neck. "Speak, Doughnut," Gulf huskily whispered against his burning skin. "I don't care! Just take me!" it was not Mew's conscious but hormones speaking.

Gulf chuckled against his skin. "You know? I love this horny pregnant side of yours so much... Just one touch and you're already so wet," he pumped in another finger. Mew turned his head, capturing Gulf's plump lips with his to stop him from speaking further. He could feel Gulf smile broadly against his lips and used that opportunity to enter his tongue. "Mhmmm~" he mewled into Gulf's mouth, feeling three fingers lunging inside him. Gulf sucked on his tongue and lips, leaving Mew nearly breathless. "From the back or front?" Gulf arched his brow. Mew looked at him with hooded, needy eyes. "Back please, I don't want you poking our twin babies," Mew jokingly said, his lips ghosting against Gulf's. Gulf smiled at him with lovely eyes and turned Mew to straddle his laps.

Mew straddled above Gulf, still in the tub, as the water fell out of the tub. He leaned down to capture Gulf's mouth into his again. Gulf pulled him closer by his waist, busy savoring the sweet saliva of his wife. Mew guided his hand to his own back door, urging him to loosen it up. Gulf ran his finger around the clamped ring of muscles, pushing it in slightly. "Do it quick or you're sleeping with Solo!" Mew growled at him dangerously. Gulf swallowed a lump. He knew it's better to obey his wife than play dominant. Because he had no plans of sleeping with his son who would surely not let him sleep peacefully because of that audition of his. And he had no intention of pissing his pregnant wife. He had learnt his lessons on how to deal with a pregnant Mew in his last two pregnancies, not anymore.Gulf immediately stopped playing around and entered a whole digit into Mew.

Mew rocked his hips forward, searching for friction for his irresistible hardness. He kept on grinding his manhood against Gulf's as Gulf added another finger into his ass. Gulf buried his fingers deep inside Mew, making the latter whimper and roll his eyes. "K- Keep hi- tting me the- re... Oh Fuuck~ Yes! Ah~ Hu- hubby~ Ju- ust like that..." Mew kept moaning against Gulf's shoulder as his prostate was continuously abused. Gulf kept hitting his inside as the latter had asked while sucking love marks all over his shoulder. ew propped himself up with his elbows resting on Gulf's either side of the chest and leaned down for another hot kiss. "I'm ready," Mew breathed out, in between the breathless kisses. Gulf nodded and retreated his fingers, squeezing the buns thereafter.

"To the bed, baby. We're not doing it here," Gulf nipped on Mew's earlobe. Mew nodded, standing up on his wobbly legs and out of the tub. Gulf followed him and captured his lips again. "Why can't I ever have enough of you, Doughnut?" Gulf remarked, smiling adoringly at his man. Mew playfully hit his chest, "You better never have enough of it, Mr. Husband. Or else..." Gulf gave him challenging eyes, "Or else what?" Mew nuzzled Gulf's nose, looking him straight in the eyes and running a hand down his torso and getting a hold of his hard junior. Gulf took in a sharp breath, gasping at the hand enveloping him. Mew spoke against lips, "Or else... I'm going to cut this meat off of you and feed it to you like a steak." Gulf forgot to breathe for a while as Mew clasped his thing a little too tight. "Now you better put that in me before I change my mood," Mew said, walking to the sink and taking out a condom from the cabinet and putting it on for Gulf.

"Turn and lean on the sink, Doughnut," Gulf commanded. Mew obeyed without a doubt and his ass cheeks were now on full show. Gulf parted the two mountains, finding the puckering opening awaiting him. He kissed a wet strip up Mew's spine, both breathing heavily. Gulf took Mew's left leg and placed it on the sink's slab by the knee, bending him forward. "I'm going in," he informed the pregnant man as he aligned his meat stick to Mew's asshole, invading the emptiness inch by inch. Gulf could see Mew rolling his eyes in pleasure through the mirror in front of them. "You know, baby? You no more gasp when I enter you," Gulf remarked, pulling out and then filling him upto the hilt again. "Just grew used to you penetrating me in all these thirteen years. I still love that dick of yours the same, though," Mew replied, biting his lips with a ecstatic smile decorating his lips. "Is that so, Doughnut?" Gulf rasped into his ears, making him shiver. Mew nodded with a chuckle, throwing his head back as Gulf smacked into him.

He held onto the sink for support as this standing position was already wearing him out. Gulf wrapped an arm around his waist to support his weight. Mew turned back his head, asking for another kiss and receiving it. "Aah! There! Hubby~ A- gain..." Mew loaned loud as Gulf brushed against his prostate. "I love you, Gulf," Mew said in between moans as Gulf picked up his pace. "I love you too, Mew," Gulf replied, abusing Mew's prostate again and again. Gulf leaned down on Mew's arching back and whispered, "Look at yourself in the mirror, baby." Mew only closed his eyes tighter. "Look at how fucked up you look with me deep inside you, Mew," he talked again, turning Mew's cheeks red as blood. The latter still was not ready to comply and his husband was ready to play dirty.

Gulf ran his free hand over Mew's torso, pinching the perking, pink peeks. "G- Guuuulff~~" Mew whined a moan on feeling his husband pinching his nipples continuously. "Yes, baby?" Gulf evilly asked, still busy playing with the buds. "N- not th- the nippl- es, pl- ease," Mew begged. Gulf chuckled with a smirk, "Not until you open your eyes, Doughnut." Mew clenched his jaw, moans uncontrollably leaving his lips so shamelessly. "N- No! Em- barras- sing!" Mew protested. "Okay, then," Gulf said and Mew knew he was upto something. Knowing Gulf since childhood, Mew at least knew him well enough to know that Gulf Kanawut was not someone to give up so easily.

All Mew could comprehend the next second was that there were three fingers filling up his honey pot. His eyes shot open at the sudden feeling of being so full on both the ends. "Now you open your eyes," Gulf huskily remarked. Mew was lost for words, all his throat could produce was shameless moans and mewls. "Like it, Mewie?" Gulf asked, pumping in him from both the sides. Mew let out soundless gasps "L- legs hurt!" he said, eyes tearing up. Gulf got alerted within moments. "You want to stop?" Gulf asked, voice full of worry and concern as he pulled out and turned Mew to face him. Is he serious?! Neither of us have released even once yet! Mew shook his head and held onto Gulf's shoulders, "No... can we just continue it on the bed?" Gulf nodded and picked him up in his arms like a princess, walking out to the their bed.

He placed Mew gently on the mattress and hovered above him. "Shall I?" Gulf asked permission to penetrate him again. Mew wrapped his legs around Gulf's hips securely and guided the rod inside himself. "So impatient?" Gulf chuckled, starting off with a steady pace. Mew dug his nails into Gulf's chest as his prostate hit against the head of Gulf's member. "Faster! Gulf!" Mew ordered a yell. Gulf was no one not to comply. He held Mew's thighs and started ramming into his ass at an inhuman speed all of a sudden. The volume of Mew's moans and speed of Gulf's thrusts were just the same.

"I- I'M CLOOOSE~ GULF~!" Mew tried to scream with his numbing throat. Gulf stopped, making Mew whine irritatingly. Gulf flipped their positions, Mew now on top of him. "Ride me," Gulf said. Mew was not needed to be told twice. He started rocking his hips in a circular motion, thumping his ass on Gulf's groin. Gulf held him by the waist, looking right into his soul with his hooded bambi eyes. Mew's face was turning into a garden of blood red roses as he interpreted what his husband wanted of him. He hit Gulf's chest only for his wrist to be caught by the latter and be pulled down for a kiss. "Go on, baby," Gulf said, sitting up with his back straight and Mew on top of him.

Mew rose up and then slammed back down, gasping at the knot forming deep inside his pits. Gulf pinched his one nipple as he sucked on the other. "N- no~ Gulf... st- op... ple- ease!" Mew begged for his sensitive nipples to be stop torturing as he kept rolling his hips on Gulf's junior. "Shush baby... just keep going and let me do my work, hmm?" Gulf breathed against Mew's collar bone, biting it. All Mew could do was hold on Gulf's shoulder and hair for dear life as Gulf sucked the life out of him with every thrust.

"FFUCK! Gu- ulf~ I-" Mew couldn't even complete before he spasmed in between their bodies. He leaned his head on Gulf's shouder as Gulf not so later pulsated inside him within the confines of the condom. After getting over the high, Gulf pulled out of Mew and laid the panting mess on the bed. He pulled off the condom and tied t before tossing it in the trach can and getting tissues to clean themselves.

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Gulf only now looked at Mew face. It was stained with tears and more were forming. "Doughnut, baby, you okay? Was I too much? Tell me!" Gulf shrieked in worry. Mew managed to open his eyes and made grabby hands towards his husband. Gulf laid down and pulled Mew into his embrace securely, "Tell me what's wrong, you know I can't see your tears." Mew snuggled into his chest weakly, "I'm okay... just a little too.. you know..." Gulf smiled, kissing his head, "I'll be a little more gentle from now on. I'm sorry for stimulating you too much." Mew smiled and nodded, closing his eyes. "Wait here, I'll get your clothes," Gulf said, pulling away from Mew. "Can't we sleep just like this?" Mew sulked. "Are you sure you want your son to see all those love bites on you?" Gulf smirked. Mew frowned, "What do you mean?"

Gulf sighed, "My dear wife, if you remember, then our seven year old baby still sleeps with us and he should be here any minute now. So, we better get dressed because a seven year old is too young to be corrupted by his parents' sex life." Mew groaned remembering about Type and let Gulf go. Gulf returned fully dressed in a t-shirt and sweat pants with a t-shirt, underwear, and lower for Mew. He helped Mew get dressed and settle back on the bed and under the sheets just before their door met with loud bangings.

"MOMMY!!~ DADDY~~ Open the doooor~~" they knew wo it was. Gulf chuckled and went to unlock the door. "Daddy!" Type chirped, leaping at his father. "How are you always so energetic, Type?" Gulf asked the kid. "I don't know. Can I talk to my baby siblings?" Type gave his cutest puppy eyes. "Of course you can, but for that, get in the bed," Mew said from his position. Type ran to the bed and cuddled into his mother's chest. "Did you do your home-work?" Gulf asked, settling beside the mother-son pair. "Come on, Glaze, give it a break. You're always after his life when it comes to home-work," Mew scoffed. Gulf sighed, "That-s becau-" "He's just a kid. Let him enjoy his life! And don't worry for his marks, he's my son, of course he is brilliant at it," Mew said with a proud face. Gulf surrendered with a sigh.

"Mommy, can I have two sisters too?" Type asked with expectant eyes. "Hmm... Why do you want two sisters? You already have P'Sammy and P'Becca," Mew arched his brow. Type sat up, "No... I want baby sisters like P'So! He has P'Sammy and P'Becca! I also want two baby sisters..." "But Sammy is the older one," Gulf tried controlling his laughter, he did not want to dishearten his son. "I know... but I want to protect my baby sisters... I am too young to protect P'Sammy and P'Becca. They are the ones who always end up protecting me... So, I want baby sisters I can protect," Type explained. Gulf could not help but smile broadly at his son and kiss his head, "Okay then, my baby prince will have two baby sisters." Type's eyes glimmered in excitement and he hugged his father tight. "But what if god gives you baby brothers instead?" Mew teased. Type's smile did not falter even a bit, "I'll still love them and protect them!"

"You'll be such a good big brother," Mew whispered against Type's forehead, kissing it. "I know... I'll be better than P'So and always help them with their homework no matter what!" Type's words came out as more of a sulk. "Sure you will," Gulf insured. "Now can I talk to the babies?" Type reminded. "Sure, they're right here, in mommy's tummy," Gulf said. Type nodded and moved closer to Mew's abdomen.

"Hello, babies! I'm your cutest big brother, P'Type," he introduced himself. "Grow up quickly so you can leave mommy's tummy and see the world. Then, we will go and play at the park. I will teach you how to play soccer also," he blabbered. "And what if they don't like soccer?" Gulf inquired. Type shrugged, "Then it's fine. They can just see me practice like I see P'So. Oh! Also, I will always help you with your home work and protect you from everything. I will also learn to cook for you two." Gulf and Mew stayed silent and let Type talk to the little peas. "Just come out soon, P'Becca makes the bestest chocolate milkshake in the world! I know you'll love it. And gamma Fon's stir fried spicy chicken is too good. We will go play with grandpa March every weekend too," the couple knew their son was not shutting up any time soon.

"Oh! And you should clearly meet Auntie Wan and Uncle Win, they are mommy's best friends and really fun. Auntie Wannie has the best bed time stories, and Uncle Win always plays with me," he chirped. Type continued, "And I will also tell you bedtime stories. I will be the strongest big brother for you two." Mew brought forward his arms to Type, "Babies said thanks to you and want a hug." Type beamed a toothy smile with one incisor missing and hugged his mother's abdomen as his eyes became droopy. "Sleep now, baby. It's Saturday tomorrow, we'll go for a family picnic," Gulf said, kissing Type's head.

Soon after, Type was asleep in Mew's embrace and the couple were talking everything in the world when they heard their door be knocked. "Come in," Gulf shortly allowed. The door opened and the triplets walked in. "Mommy~" Becca squealed lowly and sat beside Mew, hugging him. "What is it?" Mew asked. "Do you want us to take Type?" Sammy asked. Mew frowned, "Why?" Solo smiled, "I'll take him to my room, I'm done with my practice." Mew repeated, "Why?" Sammy sat beside Gulf as he hugged his eldest princess. "Daddy has been super busy all week, you two should spend some quality time. We'll take care of Type for the weekend for you." "It's fine, princess. Let Type be here. He'll throw tantrums if he doesn't find your mommy beside him tomorrow."

"Yes. So you three go and sleep now. Type sleeps with us," Gulf replied, kissing the three good night. Triplets could only nod as they stepped out of their parents' room.

"Doughnut?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you so much."

"I love you too, hubby. Now sleep before Type wakes up."

Gulf chuckled at this mama bird husband of his and switched off the lights. Type lay in between his parents, asleep, as they kissed passionately. "Now I think we should have let Solo take Type," Gulf joked. Mew frowned, hugging Type close, "No. You would have broken my spine! Sleep now or I'll kick you out." Gulf chuckled and hugged the two to sleep.___________________________________________________________________________________________

How was this? I'm sorry to have again disappeared, but school has been too hectic lately and I barely get any time.

I'll try y best to give you updates whenever I can.

Love you all!

- Wannie