03 June 2021

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A Repost

"Papa~" Little Ball ran to hug his papa who was currently washing the dishes in the sink. Fluke, upon hearing his youngest son, washed his soapy hands and turned over to catch his little angel into his embrace.

"Yes, sweetie." He lifted the little boy who immediately showered him with kisses all over his face. "Goodnight." The little boy said after stopping his flooding-kisses to his papa. "Goodnight, baby. Sleep well, yes?" Fluke kissed back his son affectionately on the boy's forehead before slowly putting him down. He smiled when his eyes caught his oldest son's little figure by the kitchen's door.

"Here, my cute pumpkin." Fluke waved his hand; signaling the little boy to come closer. The latter gladly complied. "Night, Papa." Little Mix smiled cutely as his papa bent down to kiss his top of head. "Night. Have a nice sleep. And sweet dreams for you two."

"Have you finished wishing your goodnight to Papa?" Ohm, out of sudden, popped up and walked into the kitchen preoccupied by his husband and sons. The two little boys nodded as they made their way to approach their dad; hand in hand. "Great. Now let's sleep." Their dad scooped both of them up and walked closer to his husband. "I'll take the boys to bed now." He said; pecking his husband's plumpy lips gently. The smaller man hummed in response with a warm smile plastered on his face.

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"Okay, boys. What do you want daddy to do tonight? Lull you or tell a story?" Ohm asked once his sons were already settling themselves safely warm under the blanket; Ohm, on the other hand, pulled a chair closer to his sons' bed and fixed himself on it. "A story!" Little Mix and little Ball answered in unison; rather excited. Their dad chuckled.

"What kind of story, then?" Ohm asked as he stood up and walked towards the bookshelf in the corner of his sons' room. "Ghost story!" Little Ball clapped his hands hyperly, while his phi quickly butted in, "Ghost story nooooooo." Little Mix whined.

Ohm could only chuckle before turning around to watch the two boys arguing a bit; his arms crossed over his chest. "But phi~ ghost story is interesting." Ohm silently shook his head as he saw how his youngest son rolled his eyes at his phi. The latter, meantime, was pouting; his eyes slightly watered already. Little Ball's expression changed upon seeing his brother's state. "Fine, you choose one, phi." Little Ball pouted slightly, but it didn't last long as his phi exclaimed happily and hugged him. "Thank you, Ball. I love you." Little Ball nodded and smiled as he unwrapped his phi's arms around him.

Ohm smiled amusedly at the scene before his eyes. His sons seriously never failed to make him happily smile. People's opinions surely were true when they said Mix resembled his papa a lot, while Ball did make a totally little figure of him.

"So, Mix, what kind of story do you wanna hear tonight?" Ohm turned to look at his bunny-lover son. "Prince and Princess." Little Mix answered happily. "What?!" Little Ball, who first was lying down, sat up abruptly upon hearing his phi's answer. It's his turn to whine, "Phiiiiii, you got Papa telling us those kinds of stories almost every night." Little Mix thought for seconds, "Then any love story is fine with me, yes Ball?" he turned his head to his little brother; asking for approval. "Phi!" Little Ball exclaimed in disbelief. "What? Papa loves love stories as well." Little Mix grinned innocently at little Ball. The former's fully aware that there's no way the latter would turn down his suggestion once he mentioned their papa. Little Ball pouted as he hesitantly accepted his defeat and laid down once again.

Again, Ohm chuckled at the sight of his cute sons. "But Mix, daddy is not really familiar with love stories, unlike Papa." "See?" Little Ball butted in; smiling in triumph, but his smile faded not long after when his dad continued, "Well, daddy knows only one love story anyway, in which daddy thinks as the most beautiful one. Wanna hear?" "Yes, daddy!" Little Mix squealed. Ohm, then, sat back on his respective chair.

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