Win woke up cold. Even after four months, he could not get used to the longing that hit him when he opened his eyes and started the day. If he would have it his way, he wouldn't be here still, in the home that was no longer his home and his heart that was hollow. He curled into himself in the already small bed that they had to share and barely held in the tears that burned at his eyes. Champ's scent had long disappeared from the sheets, slowly but surely, his touch was getter harder for Win to recall. Win willed himself not to cry, as it served no purpose and he needed to do his duty. Win ignored the chill of the morning air and sat up. He winced, a headache hitting him, no doubt due to dehydration and the crying last night. He forced himself out of the empty bed and went to the small bathroom. It had a tiny shower that Champ constantly hit his head on and a dinky sink that Win washed his face at, then caught Champ’s naked reflection in. He looked a mess, but he was at least functional. Win stepped out of the tiny bathroom and opened the door to the small kitchen and a mixture of a dining living room that he could cross in five steps. He grabs two slices of bread and a jar of peanut butter that Champ liked and begins spreading on a slice, when he just felt his vision blur. Win leans on the counter and tries to catch his breath as tears run down his cheeks. Champ's entire lack of presence makes him feel overwhelmed and his chest begins to ache. He feels like he couldn't breathe but he sucks in air and drops the knife. He chokes on nothing but pure pain as his heart constricts. Champ isn't here to spread a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for them, he isn't there to kiss Win's neck and force him awake. Champ isn't there to cover his body and warm Win during the cold nights. He's not here to help Win and stop the sick liars that hide in Pinong Nakorn Village. He isn't there to wipe Win's tears as he sobs silently on the tiny kitchen floor of their little forest cabin.

Thorn had gladly joined Kit in the shower, since it meant he could nip and grope all he wanted and use them showering as an excuse. Kit could only blush as if he hadn't just been under his husband and send Thorn narrow eyed glares that had no heat to them. Kit had kissed at claw marks on Thorn's back and shoulders, appreciating the intricate tattoo on his upper back for a moment and feeling a bit shameful at the marks he'd left. Thorn always said he was proud of them and it was part of the reason Kit was called Kitten by him, it just made him want to sink into a black hole more once the horny fog was gone from his mind. Eventually, they made it out of the bathroom in one piece and quickly threw on clean clothes for the day. Thorn started cleaning up the bed sheets as Kit left the room and found Kal's bedroom. He was almost certain that the boy was still sleeping, since it was just nearing 8 am and on weekends he woke up at eight thirty. But Kit wanted to check in on him, so he quietly pushed open the door. Kal's room was the first they had worked on since they had moved in and it had gone from the bare basics to a boy's space in almost a week. Natural light highlighted the room through large screen windows and oak with brown accents were all around the room. Simple colours that were similar to nature seemed to be Kal's favorite since he could tell the difference in colours. So Kit went with a neutral colours scheme that matched with Kal's toys and desks. Said Kal was still wrapped up in his soft brown sheets, sleeping soundly. Kit smiled and stepped back out into the hallway, closing Kal's door quietly and making his way down stairs to start with breakfast in the kitchen. Their kitchen was a large one, since the house didn't have an outdoor kitchen, like most Thai households, but it did have space for a grill and outdoor eating. Thorn said he'd handle that next month as they were focusing on finishing the indoor of the house. The kitchen had silver appliances and brown cabinets with marble countertops. It really matched well with the rest of the house and opened up to the dinning room on the right and the average sized sun room to the left. Kit made himself busy by starting their breakfast. Ever since he was Kal's age, he'd been in a kitchen, learning to cook beside his sister and mom. So, as he got older, it was one of the more peaceful moments in his life, other than writing and when he lived in the US, he had picked up a few more cooking lessons. He liked mixing up what they usually ate, so some days it would be something Western like Mac and Cheese with fried chicken, other days it would be Thai green Curry which was Thorn's favorite dish from him. Kit was gonna try something simple things morning, since he was a bit tired now, thanks to a certain someone, so he began boiling a few eggs and taking out slices of bread. It didn't take him long to put together some tasty ham and avocado sandwiches for them, just in time for Thorn to come down stairs followed by the excited pitter patter of small feet. His husband and son were also in good vibes and Kal hopped over to his seat. As he sat down, he leaned over to Kit and gave him a big kiss on the cheek before giggling as Kit grabs him up and snuggles him into his warmth. Thorn has a pleased gentle smile as he walks over to get a fresh cup of coffee. The kitchen is slowly coming together, like the rest of the house, they still have to put together a few things and Monday morning, Thorn has to head to the Sun Station to complete his application to become Lieutenant. Kit will have to take a day or two soon, to go check out the school they had enrolled Kal into. He was a little nervous about the latter, as he wasn't a social butterfly, but thankfully it was in familiar territory like a school. After their simple and peaceful breakfast, Kit comes back upstairs and notices his sister's diary. He sits on the edge of the bed and takes it into his hands and smiles.