Chapitre 23 Family

The airport was quieter than usual, the late-night lull settling over the space. Ling and Orm walked side by side, fingers laced together, their steps slow—too slow, as if dragging out every second before Ling's departure.

It felt different this time. Usually, their airport goodbyes were long, heavy, painful. This one still carried the ache of parting, but there was something softer beneath it. Because this wasn't a real goodbye.

Ling was coming back.

Orm had spent the whole day holding onto that fact, telling herself that in just a few days, she'd be back in her arms. But that didn't stop the way her chest tightened when they reached the terminal gate.

Ling turned to face Orm, her free hand reaching up to brush a strand of hair from her wife's face. "Don't look at me like that, baby."

Orm let out a soft chuckle. "Like what?"

Ling smirked, tilting her head. "Like I'm leaving you forever."

Orm exhaled, squeezing Ling's fingers tighter. "I just... I still don't get it, love." She paused, studying Ling's face. "Why now? Why leave Hollywood? You fought so hard for it."

Ling's smile softened, her thumb stroking the back of Orm's hand. "Because I realized what I really want."

Orm held her gaze, searching for something deeper. "And that's just being here, with me?"

Ling nodded, but Orm could see it again—the hesitation, the flicker of something unspoken. The same thing she noticed this morning.

Orm's stomach twisted. She had tried to be patient, to trust that Ling would tell her when she was ready. But now, standing in this airport, on the edge of another separation, Orm couldn't hold back anymore.

She took a deep breath. "Ling... What's the other reason?"

Ling blinked, caught off guard.

Orm didn't let go. Didn't let her look away. "I know you, my love. And I know there's something you're not telling me."

Ling hesitated, her lips parting, then pressing together as if deciding whether to say it.

Orm felt her pulse quicken. "Please, baby."

Ling sighed, then gently cupped Orm's face, her touch grounding. "Not now, my love."

Orm's breath hitched. "Why not?"

Ling's eyes softened, full of something Orm couldn't yet name. "Because when I tell you... I want to be home. I want to be in our space, just us. No goodbyes, no flights waiting to take me away. Just us, together."

Orm swallowed hard. Ling's words should have reassured her. But instead, they only left her more curious. More anxious.

Still, she nodded. Because she trusted Ling.

Ling smiled, pressing her forehead to Orm's. "You trust me, right?"

Orm exhaled shakily, nodding. "Of course, my love."

Ling's fingers traced Orm's jaw before she leaned in, capturing her lips in a deep, lingering kiss. It wasn't just a goodbye—it was a promise.

When they pulled apart, Ling whispered, "I'll be back before you know it."

Orm managed a small smirk. "You better be, wifey."

Ling chuckled, stepping back, her fingers slowly slipping from Orm's. She grabbed her carry-on, adjusting it over her shoulder before flashing Orm one last look.

"Wait for me."

Orm's heart ached, but she smiled. "Always, my love."

And with that, Ling turned, walking towards the gate.

Orm watched her until she disappeared through the terminal, her chest tight, her mind racing.

Ling was hiding something.

And Orm had a feeling that whatever it was... It was going to change everything.

______

Next Day

Ling stepped off the private jet, her sunglasses shielding her tired eyes from the bright California sun. She hadn't slept much during the flight—not with the weight of her decision pressing against her chest.

Her body moved on autopilot as she descended the steps, her sharp gaze sweeping the runway. Waiting for her were three familiar figures.

Mr. Jackson.

Two bodyguards.

And—

"P'Mam."

The moment her eyes landed on her manager, Ling felt a surge of relief. She had requested P'Mam to come with her, and thankfully, she is here. Because today? Today, she needed her.

P'Mam stepped forward, immediately taking Ling's carry-on from her, her sharp eyes scanning Ling's face. "You good?"

Ling exhaled, adjusting the strap of her purse. "Yeah. Just tired."

P'Mam arched a brow but didn't push. She knew Ling well enough to recognize when she wasn't telling the full truth.

Mr. Jackson, ever the Hollywood executive, was already moving towards them, his polished shoes clicking against the pavement. "Ling! Welcome back. We have a lot to discuss."

Ling turned to face him, her expression unreadable. "I bet we do."

Mr. Jackson gestured towards the waiting SUV. "We'll talk on the way. The studio wants a meeting immediately."

Ling exchanged a glance with P'Mam, who nodded subtly.

Showtime.

The ride through Los Angeles was silent at first, tension thick in the air. Ling sat next to P'Mam, her fingers drumming against her thigh.

Mr. Jackson, sitting across from them, finally spoke. "Ling, let's cut to the chase. The Hollywood industry moves fast, and you're in high demand right now. Adam Steele and Ruby Rose want you for their next project as you already know."

Ling's jaw clenched slightly at the mention of this project and Ruby, she felt betrayed by this woman who claimed to be her friend when she planned all this behind her back.

Jackson continued. "They see you as the perfect lead. This film—this 'sapphic Hollywood masterpiece'—is already generating hype, and your name is all over the media. You're the moment right now, Ling."

Ling folded her arms, her voice calm but firm. "I never agreed to be part of it. As I told you on the phone"

Jackson sighed, rubbing his temple. "Look, I get it. The way this was handled—announcing it before you had a say—wasn't ideal. But that's Hollywood, sweetheart. Deals happen fast."

P'Mam, who had been quiet so far, finally spoke up. "That's not how Ling operates, Jackson. You should've come to us first."

Jackson nodded, but his tone remained persuasive. "Fine. But now that the offer is there, let's talk. Ling, this could be career-defining. You're already a global icon, but this? This would make you untouchable in the industry. It's a leading role. Hollywood is watching."

Ling stared at him for a moment, then leaned back against the seat.

"I'm not doing it."

Silence.

Jackson blinked. "Excuse me?"

Ling's voice remained steady. "I'm not doing this movie. I don't like the way this was handled, and I'm not interested."

Jackson let out a sharp breath, clearly trying to keep his composure. "Ling, be rational. This isn't just about you—this is about your brand, your future. If you turn this down, you're walking away from a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Ling tilted her head, her next words cutting like glass. "No, Mr. Jackson. I'm walking away from an industry that thinks it can control me."

P'Mam smirked slightly, proud of her.

Jackson looked frustrated. "Is this about Orm?"

Ling's eyes darkened.

Jackson exhaled, as if trying to be patient. "Ling, I get it. You're in love, you just got married. But you have to think long-term. Careers like yours don't last forever. If you go back to Bangkok and stay there, you might not get this chance again."

Ling's heart pounded, but her resolve didn't waver.

She glanced out the window at the passing cityscape before looking back at him. "I've already made my decision, Jackson. I'm terminating my Hollywood contract and don't drag my wife into this, I know exactly what I am doing."

Jackson's eyes widened. "Wait—what?"

P'Mam smiled, confirming it. "We already spoke with the legal team. Ling is stepping away from Hollywood."

Jackson looked between them, pure disbelief on his face. "Ling, do you even realize what you're doing? You're giving up everything for—"

Ling cut him off, her voice cold. "For what? For love? For my happiness? If you think my career is the only thing that defines me, then you never really understood me at all."

Jackson opened his mouth, then closed it, exhaling sharply. "You're serious."

Ling nodded. "I've never been more serious in my life."

The tension in the SUV lingered all the way to the studio. When they arrived, Ling stepped out, adjusting her sunglasses as cameras flashed. The news of her arrival had already spread.

P'Mam walked beside her, her presence a quiet force of protection.

As they moved through the entrance, Ling's phone vibrated in her hand. A message.

Orm: Call me when you're free, wifey. I miss you.

Ling smiled softly, typing back a quick response.

Ling: I miss you too, my love. I'll call you soon.

She took a deep breath, her steps confident as she entered the studio.

She was done letting people dictate her future.

Her path was clear now. She was going home—for good. A few more paperwork and meetings to handle and she was free of this supposed american dream. Next stop, Adam Steel.

The studio's executive floor was sleek, pristine—designed to exude power. But to Ling, it felt suffocating.

She strode down the hallway, her Louboutin heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, her chin high and expression unreadable. She wasn't here to negotiate. She was here to put an end to this.

Behind her, P'Mam followed, silent but observant, her arms crossed as she took in the surroundings with cool disapproval.

They reached Adam Steele's office, the door already open as if he had been expecting her.

"Lingling," Adam greeted smoothly from behind his desk, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "To what do I owe the pleasure? I assume this is about the news?"

Ling didn't bother sitting. She placed both hands on his desk, leaning forward slightly. "I'm out."

Adam raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Out?"

"I'm terminating my Hollywood contract," Ling stated firmly. "Effective immediately."

Adam chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. "Come on, Ling. Be reasonable. You're at the start of something huge. The industry is watching you. And you're walking away because of... what, exactly?"

Ling's gaze didn't waver. "Because I don't want to be a part of this."

Adam leaned back in his chair, studying her like a puzzle he was trying to solve. "Let me guess—this is about your wife? Because of that sapphic film headline? Jesus, Ling, that was free publicity."

Ling's jaw clenched. "It was a blatant lie. And I refuse to work with people who make decisions about my career without even consulting me."

Adam sighed, rubbing his temples as if she was being difficult. "You really don't get it, do you? You can't just 'walk away' from Hollywood, Ling. Not when people have invested in you."

Ling's fingers curled against his desk. "Watch me."

Adam's smirk dropped. His voice turned cold. "You're making a mistake. Hollywood doesn't forgive people who walk out, especially not international models trying to break into acting."

Ling didn't flinch. "I don't need Hollywood."

Adam chuckled darkly. "No, but you need connections. And I promise you, Lingling, once you step out that door, those doors won't open for you again."

Ling's stomach tightened, but before she could speak, another voice sliced through the room.

"Are you threatening her, Mr. Steele?"

P'Mam.

Adam glanced past Ling, clearly not having accounted for the older woman's presence.

Ling turned slightly, and for the first time in her life, she saw it.

Actual, raw intimidation radiating from P'Mam.

P'Mam, who usually carried herself with quiet confidence, had a dangerous calm to her now. She stepped forward with slow precision, hands clasped in front of her.

Adam cleared his throat. "No threats, just the reality of the industry—"

"Let me tell you what reality is," P'Mam interrupted smoothly, her voice laced with steel. "Reality is that Ling doesn't need you. She never did. You thought you could mold her into another one of your assets, but she's not a pawn for you to move around."

Adam scoffed, but P'Mam continued before he could speak.

"And let me make one thing very, very clear—if you even try to make things difficult for her, if I so much as hear a whisper that you're blocking opportunities for her, I will personally make sure every single person in this industry knows exactly what kind of a man you are."

The room went still.

Ling had never seen Adam look unsettled before.

P'Mam took a slow step forward, her voice a quiet promise of destruction.

"And believe me, Mr. Steele, your name won't survive what I can do."

Adam's fingers tightened around the armrest of his chair. For the first time, the cocky amusement in his expression flickered.

Ling stared at P'Mam in awe, suddenly realizing something.

She had never been afraid of P'Mam. She had respected her, admired her, sometimes even feared disappointing her.

But this? This was the first time she was genuinely, hilariously terrified of her.

P'Mam, noticing Ling's expression, didn't break her composure. She simply gestured toward the door. "We're done here."

Ling smirked, finally turning back to Adam. "Consider this my official resignation."

And with that, she walked out.

Adam didn't stop her. He didn't dare.

As soon as they stepped out of the building, Ling exhaled sharply, shaking her head. "P'Mam, that was the scariest thing I've ever witnessed."

P'Mam adjusted her sunglasses. "Good. Then it worked."

Ling let out a surprised laugh, still processing everything. "I've never seen you like that."

P'Mam gave her a small, amused glance. "You're my responsibility, Ling. No one threatens what's mine."

Ling swallowed, suddenly feeling even more emotional. She didn't say anything—she didn't need to.

But when she slid into the car beside P'Mam, she reached out, squeezing her hand briefly.

P'Mam squeezed back.

_________

Orm wiped the sweat from her brow as she stepped off the set, still dressed in her costume. The long days of shooting were taking their toll, but right now, all she could think about was Ling.

She had felt something was off since their last conversation. Ling had told her she was coming back sooner than expected, had admitted she was terminating her Hollywood contract—but there was something else. Something she hadn't said and told her to wait.

And Orm hated not knowing.

She spotted Mae Koy seated near the monitors, watching the crew reset for the next take. Without hesitation, Orm made her way over, pulling a chair and sitting beside her mother.

Mae, sensing her daughter's presence, didn't even look up from her phone. "You should be resting between takes, baby."

Orm exhaled sharply. "Mae."

That tone made Mae finally glance at her. "Something on your mind, darling?"

Orm ran a hand through her hair. "Did Ling tell you why she's really coming back?"

Mae didn't answer right away. She studied Orm for a moment, her sharp eyes unreadable.

Orm sighed. "I know about Hollywood. I know she's leaving that world behind. But Mae, I could tell—there's something else."

Mae pursed her lips. "Did she say there was?"

Orm shook her head. "Yes. But I know my wife. She was holding something back and I kind of have a bind vibe about it."

Mae set her phone down, finally giving Orm her full attention. "Ling did talk to me before she left. But Orm, it's not my place to tell you anything. This is Ling's decision. If she hasn't told you yet, it means she's waiting for the right time."

Orm's fingers curled into fists against her thighs. "Mae, please. I—" She exhaled, frustrated. "I just want to know if it's something bad. If she's—if she's okay. If we're okay"

Mae's expression softened slightly at the genuine worry in Orm's voice. She reached out, patting her daughter's hand.

"Orm, listen to me. Ling is okay and your relationship too, I promise you that. But whatever she needs to tell you... you have to trust that she will, when she's ready."

Orm clenched her jaw, but nodded, though it didn't ease the tightness in her chest.

"I do trust her," she murmured. "I just—" She swallowed hard. "I don't want her keeping things from me."

Mae gave her a knowing look. "And when has Ling ever been able to keep anything from you for long?"

Orm let out a short laugh, shaking her head. "Never."

Mae smiled. "Exactly. Just be patient, my love."

Orm exhaled, nodding. But patience was never her strong suit, not when it came to Ling.

Still, she would wait.

Because if there was something Ling needed to tell her—Orm would be ready to hear it.

And she just hoped it wasn't something that would change everything.

Taking a deep breath, Orm stood, trying to shake the unease lingering in her chest. "Thanks, Mae. I'll head back now."

Mae nodded, but as Orm walked away, she couldn't help but smile to herself. Oh, my love, when you find out, you just might faint.

Before Mae could dwell on it further, she sent a quick message to Ling.

Mae: Your wife is asking too many questions, my dear. You better come back soon before she hops on a plane to find you herself.

_____

Ling stepped out of the black car, her blood simmering just beneath her skin. The sun was high, casting sharp shadows across the city, but she barely felt the warmth. Her body was humming with barely restrained anger, her steps quick and purposeful as she stormed into Ruby Rose's condo building.

She didn't text. Didn't call.

She wasn't in the mood to be polite.

Ling had just walked out of her final meeting with Adam Steele—if you could even call it that. It had been more of a battle. The man had threatened her career, belittled her decision to leave, and made it very clear that Hollywood had never seen her as an equal, only as a marketable asset.

And Ruby?

She had been right there beside him, smiling, laughing, pretending like none of it mattered.

Ling wasn't an idiot. She had seen the way Ruby operated—the charm, the flirtation, the carefully played "cool girl" persona. She had ignored it at first, chalked it up to Ruby being Ruby. But this? Going behind her back, pairing up with Adam, throwing her name into a project she never even agreed to?

That was disrespect. And Ling had no patience left.

She stormed down the hallway, her heels clicking against the marble floors, her hands balled into fists at her sides. When she reached Ruby's door, she didn't hesitate.

She knocked. Once.

Then, impatient, she pounded her fist against the wood.

A beat.

Then the door swung open, and there stood Ruby, looking completely unbothered—sweats hanging low on her hips, tank top loose over toned arms, hair tousled like she had just rolled out of bed.

Her smirk was already in place.

"Well, well," Ruby drawled, leaning against the frame. "Didn't think I'd be getting a personal visit from you today."

Ling stepped forward, eyes burning. "Cut the shit, Ruby."

Ruby's smirk widened, but her eyes flickered with something unreadable. "Damn, you're mad. Is it the movie? Because I swear I was just trying to do you a favor."

Ling scoffed. "A favor? Are you serious?"

Ruby shrugged. "Look, Adam and I talked, and—"

"You and Adam," Ling cut in, jaw tightening. "That should have been my first fucking red flag."

Ruby sighed, stepping back. "Come inside. Unless you want to fight me in the hallway."

Ling didn't hesitate—she strode in, the door clicking shut behind her.

The condo was immaculate, just like before. Expensive furniture, dark aesthetic, lingering hints of vanilla and sandalwood. It felt suffocating now.

Ling turned to face Ruby, arms crossed tightly over her chest. "You knew I never agreed to that movie, I told you that I'll never do a sapphic movie without Orm. You knew, and you still went on live TV and acted like I was attached to the project. What the hell were you thinking?"

Ruby exhaled dramatically, rubbing the back of her neck. "I was thinking that you're too damn good to leave all of this behind. And, I don't know, maybe I wanted you to have a reason to stay."

Ling froze. Her heartbeat slammed against her ribs, anger crackling like a live wire.

"A reason to stay?" she repeated slowly, dangerously. "Ruby, what the fuck does that mean?"

Ruby met her gaze, something in her expression shifting. "It means exactly what it sounds like."

Ling let out a humorless laugh. "You can't be serious."

Ruby stepped closer. "Why not? You know you belong here, Ling. You were made for this world. And I—"

Ling took a step back. "Stop."

Ruby's jaw tensed. "I'm just saying—"

"Stop," Ling snapped, her patience wearing dangerously thin.

Ruby stared at her for a long moment, then let out a breath, shaking her head. "You know, I really thought we had something."

Ling clenched her fists. "No, you thought you had something. I was clear about where I stand, Ruby. I'm married for christ sake."

Ruby tilted her head, her smirk faltering just slightly. "Were you?"

Ling inhaled sharply, already done with this entire conversation. "I love my wife. I am in love with my wife. And this? You and Adam? This bullshit manipulation? I don't respect it. And you know what? I'm also leaving because I want a family with Orm."

Something flickered in Ruby's eyes. Something sharp.

Then—before Ling could react—Ruby stepped forward, too fast, too close—

And tried to kiss her.

Tried.

Because before Ruby could even make contact, Ling slapped her.

Hard. The sound cracked through the condo like a gunshot.

Ruby stumbled back, hand flying to her cheek, her expression shifting from cocky to shocked.

Ling's body was vibrating with fury, her breath coming in sharp bursts.

"Don't ever do that again."

Ruby touched her cheek, blinking as if she couldn't believe what just happened. Then—slowly, carefully—her lips curled into a lopsided grin.

"Damn," she muttered. "That's the first time a girl has hit me for trying to kiss her."

Ling's nostrils flared. "You deserved worse."

Ruby exhaled, rolling her shoulders. "Yeah... probably."

Ling took a slow step back, her voice colder now. "Stay out of my life, Ruby."

Ruby tilted her head, watching her. "Is that what you really want?"

Ling didn't hesitate. "Yes."

Something passed over Ruby's face—something unreadable. Then, finally, she sighed. "Fine. Have a safe flight, Ling."

Ling didn't respond.

She turned on her heel and walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Her hands were shaking.

Not with fear. Not with regret.

But with the overwhelming urge to get home.

She was done.

Hollywood was done. She had wasted enough time.

Now?

She just needed to see Orm and tell her the only things she has in mind these last few days, that she loves her and wants to have a family with her, and deep down, she was a bit afraid of Orm's reaction

Arriving at the airport, Ling stepped out of the car, exhaling deeply. The airport bustled around her, but all she could think about was Bangkok. Orm. Home.

P'Mam, standing beside her, gave her a sidelong glance. "You okay?"

Ling inhaled slowly, nodding. "Yeah. Let's go home."

P'Mam smiled knowingly, tucking her phone away. "I booked us an earlier flight. You'll be home before sunrise."

Ling's heart stuttered.

"I love you, P'Mam."

P'Mam smirked. "I know, dear. Now go text your wife before she loses her mind."

Ling didn't waste another second.

As she walked through the airport, she pulled out her phone, fingers flying over the keyboard.

Ling: Baby, I'm coming home. Tonight.

___________

After a long day at work and now back home, Orm paced the living room for the third time that night, her fingers tapping anxiously against her phone screen. She had already checked her messages, checked the time, even checked Mae Koy's messages—as if her mother could magically know exactly when Ling would walk through the door.

It was past midnight.

Ling had sent a simple text hours ago:

"Baby, I'm coming home. Tonight."

And Orm had felt her heart nearly burst at those words.

But now, as the hours dragged on, she was fighting between pure excitement and exhaustion.

She had promised herself that she'd stay awake.

She wanted to be the first person Ling saw the second she walked in. To pull her into her arms, kiss her senseless, and never let go again.

But time was cruel. And her body was rebelling.

Orm sat on the couch, legs tucked beneath her, wrapped in one of Ling's sweaters—the one she had stolen before Ling left for Kalasin a few years back, even before they were a thing. It still smelled like her. Faintly.

Her fingers itched to send another message. Just one.

"Where are you now, baby?"

But she didn't want to seem impatient. She wanted to be cool.

...Except she was absolutely not cool.

Orm sighed, running a hand through her hair.

Her heartbeat had been off rhythm ever since Ling told her she was coming back. She still didn't know everything—why Ling had really chosen to leave Hollywood. What was the real reason behind her sudden decision?

It wasn't just about the contract.

Orm knew Ling too well. She could sense it. There was something else.

And while the curiosity burned, she didn't care as much as she thought she would.

Ling was coming home. That was all that mattered.

Orm leaned back against the couch, forcing herself to take slow breaths. She tried to think of something else—anything to distract herself.

Like how beautiful Ling was going to look when she walked in.

Like how soft her lips would be when they kissed again.

Like how much Orm wanted to hold her, press her against her chest, feel her warmth, remind herself that this wasn't a dream.

God. She had missed her so much and she has only been gone two days.

Her eyelids felt heavy.

No. She had to stay awake.

She sat up straighter. Maybe if she drank coffee—but no, that was a bad idea. She wanted to sleep next to Ling the moment she arrived, not stay wired all night.

Her eyes flickered to the front door. Any second now...

Orm blinked.

Then blinked again.

Her breath slowed. Her body sank deeper into the couch.

She was so close to staying awake. So close.

Just... a few minutes of rest. She'd hear the door. She'd wake up—

But her exhaustion had other plans.

And the moment her eyes fully closed...

She didn't realize she had lost the battle.

_______

A soft sound. The creak of a door. The hush of footsteps.

Orm didn't stir.

Not even when Ling quietly stepped into their home, dropping her bags at the entrance.

Not even when Ling slowly approached the couch, seeing her wife curled up, fast asleep, in her sweater.

Ling smiled, her heart aching in the best way.

God. Orm had been waiting for her.

Ling kneeled down, brushing a few strands of hair from Orm's face. She looked so soft. So warm. So hers.

She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Orm's forehead.

"I'm home, baby," she whispered.

Orm didn't wake. But her body moved on instinct.

Her hand reached out in her sleep, blindly searching, as if knowing Ling was there.

Ling let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head as she gazed down at Orm's sleeping form.

Her wife had tried so hard to wait for her, but in the end, exhaustion had won.

For a moment, Ling just watched her.

Her heart swelled, full and aching all at once.

She had spent too many nights alone. Too many mornings waking up without this.

Without Orm.

And now, she was back for good.

Ling inhaled deeply before slipping her arms under Orm's body, lifting her in one smooth motion.

Orm stirred slightly, letting out a soft hum, her head instinctively nuzzling against Ling's neck.

Ling froze, her breath catching.

God. She had missed this.

"Baby..." Orm mumbled, half-conscious, her voice soft and sleepy.

Ling smiled, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"Shh, my love. Go back to sleep," she whispered.

Orm's arms loosely wrapped around Ling's neck, her body fitting perfectly against hers, like they had never been apart.

Ling carried her through the dimly lit hallway, each step slow, careful, savoring the moment.

By the time they reached their bedroom, Orm had relaxed completely against Ling, her breathing deep and steady.

Ling carefully laid her down on the bed, pulling the blanket over her.

For a second, she hesitated.

She didn't want to move.

Didn't want to be apart for even a second.

But she was still covered in the grime of travel, the weight of the last few days clinging to her like a second skin.

She needed a shower.

With one last lingering look at Orm, Ling quietly padded to the bathroom, her heart still racing.

The moment the warm water hit her skin, Ling let out a slow, shuddering breath.

The past few weeks had been hell.

Confronting Adam Steel. Shutting down Ruby. Walking away from Hollywood. Making the choice to come home.

But here, in this moment—with hot water cascading down her body, in the sanctuary of their home, knowing Orm was right outside the door...

She finally felt free.

Ling ran her hands through her damp hair, tilting her head back, letting the water wash away everything. The stress. The tension. The weight she had been carrying.

She was done with that world. Done with people trying to control her. Done with anything that kept her away from Orm.

Her fingers traced over her stomach absentmindedly.

That thought.

That other reason.

She still hadn't told Orm yet.

She wasn't afraid—not really..

But this? This was different. Because she used to tell Orm she didn't want kids, so she did not know how she might react hat now she wants to carry Orm's baby.

Ling exhaled, letting the water drown out her thoughts.

For now? She just wanted to crawl into bed with her wife, feel Orm's warmth, and sleep knowing she was exactly where she was meant to be. Home.

Ling let out a tired sigh as she stepped out of the bathroom, rubbing a towel through her damp hair. The steam from her shower still clung to her skin, the warmth seeping into her muscles, but nothing compared to the warmth of being home.

She was about to head to bed, already imagining curling up against Orm, when—

A sudden force barreled into her.

Ling barely had time to react before strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist, a warm body pressing into hers with enough force to make her stumble back.

"Baby!"

Her breath left her in a startled gasp as Orm practically jumped into her arms, legs wrapping around her waist, hands gripping her shoulders like a lifeline.

"Baby—what—?" Ling barely had time to speak before Orm's face buried itself in the crook of her neck, her breath warm and frantic.

"I woke up and you weren't there, I thought—I thought for a second I dreamed you coming back!" Orm mumbled against her skin, her grip tightening.

Ling felt her heart ache at the sheer raw emotion in her voice.

She instinctively wrapped her arms around Orm's thighs, holding her up, pressing a soothing kiss to her temple.

"Shh, my love. I'm here," Ling whispered, rocking them gently. "I'm not going anywhere."

Orm let out a shaky breath, pulling back just enough to look at her.

Ling barely had a second to admire the way her wife's sleepy, wide eyes glistened with relief before Orm's lips crashed against hers.

It was desperate, messy, unrestrained.

Ling gasped, Orm's kiss knocking the air out of her, her wife clinging to her like she was afraid she'd disappear.

Orm tilted her head, deepening the kiss, her hands tangling in Ling's damp hair, pressing their bodies flush together.

Ling could feel every inch of Orm against her, every emotion pouring into the way she kissed her—love, relief, frustration, want.

And Ling was right there with her, about to lose herself in her wife, when—

Orm suddenly pulled back.

Ling blinked, dazed, her lips tingling, her heart pounding.

Orm, still wrapped around her, now narrowed her eyes.

"Wait. No. Not yet."

Ling barely had time to process that before Orm untangled herself, sliding down onto her feet, stepping back.

Ling frowned in confusion, her body still buzzing. "Baby, what—?"

Orm placed her hands on her hips, eyes blazing.

"You're not getting into bed yet. I need answers first."

Ling tilted her head. "Answers?"

Orm exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair.

"Yes. Because the last time I checked, you dropped an entire career, walked away from Hollywood, and didn't even tell me the full reason."

Ling opened her mouth, but Orm wasn't done.

"Oh, and let's not forget—you went to see Ruby before leaving. You didn't tell me what happened there either," Orm said, voice sharp, though there was something deeper under it—worry, protectiveness, a need to understand.

Ling sighed, crossing her arms. "Baby—"

Orm took one step closer.

"Ling. I need to know. What the hell happened in Hollywood? Why are you back so suddenly?"

Ling knew that look.

Her wife wasn't letting this go.

And honestly?

She owed her this conversation.

Ling sighed, dragging a hand through her hair.

"Alright," she said, her voice softer now.

Orm crossed her arms, watching her intently.

Ling met her gaze, exhaling.

"Let's talk."

Because if there was one thing she knew for certain— Before Orm completely lost her mind, before they could even think about melting into each other tonight— She needed to tell her everything.

Ling exhaled deeply, watching Orm's expectant gaze.

Her wife stood firm, arms crossed, eyes sharp and searching, demanding an explanation. Not out of anger—but out of love.

And Ling... she owed her this.

She took a slow step forward, reaching for Orm's hands, gently uncurling her fingers from where they had balled into fists. Orm didn't resist, but she held onto her tension like a shield.

Ling laced their fingers together, giving a small squeeze. "Orm, let's sit down."

Orm hesitated, her brows furrowing, but eventually nodded. She let Ling guide her to the couch, where they sat close—thighs touching, hands still entwined.

Orm studied her, impatient but holding back. "Talk to me, my love."

Ling took a slow, shaky breath. Now or never.

"I left Hollywood... not just because of what they did to me," she started. "Not just because they disrespected me, went behind my back with that sapphic movie, and treated me like a marketable image instead of a person."

Orm nodded slowly, watching her carefully.

Ling inhaled deeply. "It was more than that." She swallowed, her voice softer now. "The truth is... I didn't want to be away from you anymore. I don't want us to live in different time zones. I don't want us waking up to gossip articles instead of each other."

Orm's face softened slightly, but she remained quiet, letting Ling speak.

"And," Ling's grip on Orm's hands tightened, her heartbeat pounding so loud she was sure Orm could hear it, "there's another reason, too."

Orm's gaze sharpened. "What is it?"

Ling exhaled, gathering her courage.

She cupped Orm's face gently, stroking her cheek with her thumb.

"I want to have a family with you."

Orm blinked. Once. Twice.

Ling kept going, her voice steady. "I want us to have a baby, Orm."

Orm froze.

Ling felt her breath hitch, but she forced herself to keep speaking. "I've been thinking about it for a long time. Longer than I admitted to myself. And being in Hollywood, being away from you—it made me realize what I really want."

Orm's lips parted slightly, her expression unreadable.

Ling searched her eyes, nervous now. "I want to carry our child, Orm."

Silence.

A heavy, breathless silence.

Orm blinked rapidly, as if processing the words.

Then, finally—her lips trembled, her hands gripping Ling's tighter.

"...What?" Orm whispered, her voice barely there.

Ling bit her lip, heart racing. "I want us to start a family, baby."

Orm stared, eyes wide, lips parted in shock.

Then—her breath hitched, her hands shaking in Ling's grasp.

"Ling..." Orm whispered, her voice breaking slightly. Tears welled up in her eyes, pure, raw emotion overtaking her features.

Ling felt her chest swell with overwhelming love.

She cupped Orm's face, brushing away the tears before they could fall.

"I want our love to grow, Orm. I want a part of us in this world. I want to build a family with you."

Orm let out a soft, shaky laugh, disbelieving, overwhelmed.

"You want to...? With me?" she whispered, voice breaking.

Ling smiled, eyes warm, unwavering. "Who else but you, my love?"

Orm let out a strangled sound—half-laugh, half-sob—before lunging forward, wrapping her arms around Ling so tightly, so desperately, that Ling lost her breath for a second.

"Baby," Orm breathed against her neck, voice thick with emotion. "You're serious?"

Ling nodded, tightening her hold. "Yes. I've never been more sure of anything."

Orm let out another breathless laugh, pressing frantic, adoring kisses all over Ling's face.

"I love you—I love you so much—God, Ling, I—" Orm broke off, her voice shaking, her hands cradling Ling's face. "You're going to be the most incredible mother."

Ling felt her throat tighten. "And you, the most incredible wife and mom too."

Orm let out a soft whimper, shaking her head. "You just dropped the biggest, most life-changing thing on me, and now you expect me to just... go to sleep?!"

Ling laughed, teary-eyed. "Well, I thought you'd need time to—"

Orm shook her head furiously. "No. No time. I want this. I want you. I want us to have a family."

Ling smiled, pressing a deep, loving kiss to Orm's lips.

Orm melted, her body trembling slightly from the weight of it all, the happiness, the sheer overwhelming love.

After a moment Orm processed Ling's words, the moment she felt the absolute weight of love and devotion behind them—she couldn't hold back anymore.

Ling barely had time to react before Orm crashed their lips together, devouring her, pouring weeks of longing into the kiss.

It was desperate, searing—Orm kissed her like she had been starved for her, like she had spent the last month aching, needing, craving.

Ling moaned into Orm's mouth, fingers tangling in her wife's hair, gripping tight. She kissed back just as fiercely, matching Orm's urgency, her passion, her hunger.

Orm's hands slid down Ling's waist, gripping her possessively, before pushing her backward against the bed. Ling let herself be guided, her back hitting the cushions, her legs parting to welcome Orm between them.

Their bodies pressed together, flush, no space between them. Ling felt the heat of Orm's skin, the rapid, erratic heartbeat pounding against her own chest.

Orm pulled away slightly, just enough to look down at Ling, eyes dark, burning.

"Say it again," Orm whispered, her voice thick with emotion, with desire. "Tell me what you want, baby."

Ling cupped Orm's face, her own breathing uneven, her lips kiss-swollen.

"I want a family with you," she whispered.

Orm groaned, her entire body shuddering. "God, Ling..."

She leaned down, kissing Ling again—slower this time, but deeper, fuller, completely consuming.

Ling felt herself melt beneath her wife, completely giving in, surrendering herself to Orm's touch, her love.

Orm's lips traveled down her jaw, to her throat, nipping, sucking—marking. Ling tilted her head back, gasping as Orm's teeth brushed the sensitive skin, sending a shiver straight down her spine.

"You're mine," Orm murmured against her neck, her voice dark, possessive.

Ling smirked, breathless. "I've always been yours, baby."

Orm's fingers traced down Ling's body, slipping beneath the hem of her shirt, caressing the bare skin underneath. Ling's breath hitched, her stomach tightening at the slow, torturous touch.

Orm lifted herself slightly, watching Ling's face as she dragged the fabric up, up, until it was discarded on the floor.

Ling lay beneath her, bare-chested, flushed, and utterly breathtaking.

Orm swore softly, her eyes trailing over every inch of her wife's body, relearning her, memorizing her.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Orm whispered, her hands roaming, her touch both reverent and demanding.

Ling's chest rose and fell rapidly, her body burning under Orm's gaze.

"Then show me," Ling murmured, her voice dripping with need.

Orm didn't need to be told twice.

She lowered herself, kissing every inch of Ling's skin, mapping her body with her mouth, her tongue, her hands. She took her time, savoring every sound Ling made, every sharp inhale, every whimper.

Ling arched into her, body completely surrendering, her mind spinning from the overwhelming pleasure.

"Orm..." Ling gasped, gripping her wife's shoulders, nails digging in.

Orm's lips traced lower, lower, taking her time, worshiping her, loving her in every way possible.

That night, they reclaimed each other.

There was no distance, no silence, no missed calls, no time zones between them.

Only them. Only love.

And as Ling tangled herself in Orm's embrace, bodies entwined, breaths mingling, hearts beating as one, she knew—

She was exactly where she was meant to be.

Their bodies lay tangled beneath the soft sheets, skin still flushed, breaths still uneven. The room was filled with the scent of lavender, jasmine, and the remnants of their love—a love that had been tested by time, distance, and silence, but had never once faltered.

Orm's fingers lazily traced circles over Ling's bare back, her touch gentle, worshiping. Ling, half-asleep, murmured in contentment, nuzzling closer, pressing her lips against Orm's collarbone.

The silence between them was warm, a comfortable cocoon of security, of belonging. No words were needed. Not tonight.

Orm pressed a lingering kiss to Ling's forehead, holding her tighter, as if she was afraid to let go.

She wouldn't.

Not tonight. Not ever.

As sleep finally claimed them, Orm whispered against Ling's temple, a promise sealed in love.

"I'll give you everything, my love. Our home. Our family. Everything."

Ling smiled against Orm's skin, knowing that promise was already fulfilled.

She was home, and soon they will start their family.