Danger ⚠️

Two weeks had passed in quiet intimacy since the revelations, fears, and struggles they'd faced—weeks spent gently relearning each other, savoring every private moment they could steal away from the world's curious eyes. But tonight marked a turning point; tonight they couldn't remain hidden behind closed doors. The bright glare of flashing cameras, a roaring crowd, and countless eyes eager to witness their love firsthand awaited them.

Ling took a deep breath, tightening her hold on Orm’s trembling hand as their car rolled smoothly toward the glittering lights of the movie premiere. Her heart was pounding—not from fear, but from a mix of excitement and an overwhelming protectiveness for Orm, knowing how long her wife had waited for this moment.

“You okay baby?” Ling whispered softly, bringing Orm’s fingers to her lips and kissing them tenderly. “I’m right here with you.”

Orm smiled gently, the warmth of Ling's touch spreading through her, chasing away some of the nervousness. She gazed lovingly into Ling's eyes, her voice soft but sincere. “I’m good, as long as you’re here.”

Tonight wasn't just Orm's premiere—it was their premiere. Their first time stepping into the spotlight together since their wedding, since the trials, since the accident, since they fought through shadows darker than anyone should have to bear. It was a statement: their love was stronger than every obstacle thrown their way.

As the car door opened, Orm stepped out first, her black gown shimmering beneath the dazzling lights, each flash highlighting her elegance, her strength. But her real strength tonight was the woman beside her. Ling emerged moments later, breathtakingly radiant in a flowing, pale silk dress, the fabric gliding softly around her figure, highlighting her quiet beauty and fierce spirit.

Immediately, cheers erupted around them—fans calling their names, journalists shouting questions, photographers vying for the perfect shot. Orm's pulse quickened again, the noise nearly overwhelming, but Ling squeezed her hand gently, whispering reassuringly in her ear, “Together. Always.”

They walked forward confidently, hand-in-hand, their smiles bright, genuine, proud. The cameras caught every small gesture—every glance, every quiet exchange between them. Orm couldn't help the instinctive way her hand repeatedly found Ling's belly, resting gently there for comfort, reassurance, love. It was unconscious, a simple, intimate gesture that felt as natural as breathing, she loves to feel it and she cuoldn’t wait for their baby to arrive.

But one observant journalist’s question suddenly cut through the celebratory atmosphere, curiosity clear in their voice. “Orm, we've noticed you often touching Ling's stomach tonight a lot. Is Ling pregnant?”

The question was innocent but bold, hanging in the air, heavy and electrifying. A hush fell over the crowd as all eyes eagerly turned towards them. Orm felt her heart stutter, her breath hitching as warmth rose to her cheeks. She glanced anxiously at Ling, silently seeking permission, guidance, confirmation.

Ling met her eyes, the corners of her mouth tugging upward into a gentle, reassuring smile. She wrapped her arm protectively around Orm’s waist, leaning close. Her voice, soft but clear, reached the microphone held in front of them. “We weren't planning on announcing it tonight, but... yes.”

Gasps and joyful cheers erupted instantly. Cameras flashed wildly, capturing the bright, tear-filled smiles on both their faces. The sound was deafening, overwhelming, but Orm barely heard it over the pounding of her heart and the sweet laughter escaping Ling's lips.

“Yes,” Orm confirmed, her voice trembling with happiness, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on Ling, who was now glowing with an entirely different light. “We’re having a baby.”

The cheers doubled, the atmosphere electric with joy, support, and genuine celebration of their love. Ling tightened her hold around Orm’s waist, and Orm gently cupped Ling’s belly again, this time openly, proudly, lovingly.

In this whirlwind of flashes and cheers, amidst the deafening noise and chaos, Ling leaned closer, whispering softly so only Orm could hear, “I love you, Orm Kornnaphat. You’ve made me the happiest woman alive.”

Orm’s eyes shone with tears of joy as she whispered back, her heart swelling, “I love you more, Ling Kwong. Always.”

And as they stood together beneath the bright lights, surrounded by countless eyes yet feeling like the only two people in the world, they knew tonight was more than just a premiere—it was the beginning of everything they'd ever dreamed of, and everything they didn't even dare to imagine.

Ling's hand remained intertwined firmly with Orm's as they stepped into the dazzling venue, the warmth of Orm’s grip grounding her amid the overwhelming lights and bustling atmosphere. The elegant lobby buzzed with an electrifying mix of laughter, chatter, and vibrant excitement. The air felt charged, shimmering with anticipation for Orm's latest cinematic triumph.

The moment they crossed the threshold, applause rippled through the room. Orm’s heart fluttered, gratitude washing over her, her gaze scanning the room filled with familiar faces—castmates, the director, crew members who had become like family during filming. But even amid all this, her attention constantly drifted back to Ling, whose presence beside her tonight felt like a dream she never wanted to wake from.

“Here she is, the star of the night!” came an enthusiastic voice from the crowd. It was P’Mam, smiling widely, pride radiating from her expression as she stepped forward to embrace Orm warmly. She quickly turned to Ling, affection shining brightly in her eyes. “And you—both of you—look beautiful together. Congratulations.”

Ling smiled softly, her gaze gentle. “Thank you, P’Mam. It’s great seeing you again.”

“Likewise,” P’Mam replied, her smile widening. She leaned closer, her voice playful yet sincere, "And congratulations on the little one. Can't wait to spoil them rotten.”

Orm chuckled softly, squeezing Ling’s hand, their secret now open and beautiful. “You’ll be the first to know everything, promise.”

Around them, the chatter became animated once more, a blend of excitement, congratulations, and curiosity. Yet as Orm felt the joy and warmth enveloping them, she couldn’t help but sense a familiar, unsettling stare from across the room.

Jason stood near the entrance to the main auditorium, hands casually slipped into his pockets, posture deceptively relaxed. But his eyes—those piercing, calculating eyes—were locked intently on them. The shadow of their history lingered there, subtle yet tangible.

Ling caught Orm’s slight stiffness and gently squeezed her fingers, grounding her instantly. She leaned in closer, whispering quietly, “Don’t let him ruin this night for us. We deserve this.”

Orm exhaled shakily, nodding, feeling strength surge from Ling’s quiet determination. “He won’t. Since you threatened him, he never tried anything.”

Just then, the director, a jovial man named Khun Virot, approached with open arms, breaking the tension. “My leading lady!” he exclaimed warmly, pulling Orm into a fatherly embrace. "Orm, this is your night! And Lingling, welcome—I’ve heard so much about you from Orm. It’s an honor to finally meet you.”

Ling accepted the handshake with graceful charm, smiling warmly. “I’ve heard so much about you too, Khun Virot. Orm speaks highly of your guidance on set.”

The director beamed. “All lies, I'm sure,” he teased, laughter filling his voice. Then, leaning in slightly, he whispered, “And congratulations on your little secret. We’re all so very happy for you.”

Orm felt warmth spreading over her cheeks once again, happiness filling her heart. “Thank you, Khun Virot.”

Yet, even as laughter filled the space and congratulations flowed from the crew, Jason moved closer, casually inserting himself into their conversation circle. His eyes locked onto Orm briefly, something unreadable flickering there before turning politely to Ling.

“Congratulations, Lingling,” Jason said evenly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Looks like you’ve finally found everything you were looking for.”

Ling met his gaze without hesitation, her expression serene but firm. “I have. And I couldn’t be happier.”

Orm felt pride swell in her chest at Ling's quiet strength. Without realizing, she placed her hand instinctively over Ling’s belly again, drawing Jason’s attention. His eyes briefly flickered downward, an unreadable shadow crossing his face.

“It’s wonderful news,” Jason said quietly, his gaze lifting slowly back to Orm’s, holding it a second too long. “Really, congratulations. To both of you.”

Orm offered him a tight smile, protectiveness surging fiercely inside her. “Thank you, Jason.”

Before anything further could be said, another crew member enthusiastically called Orm’s name, diverting attention and pulling them away, back into the joyful buzz of celebration.

Orm squeezed Ling’s hand again, drawing comfort from the familiar softness of her wife’s touch. Ling squeezed back, reassuringly.

“You okay?” Ling whispered softly, noticing the slight tension lingering in Orm’s eyes.

Orm took a steadying breath, nodding slowly. “With you by my side, yes. I’m perfect.”

Ling smiled tenderly, her hand tightening around Orm’s, the silent promise clear: no matter what shadows lingered at the edges of their happiness, they would face it together.

Ling’s eyes shone with quiet admiration as she watched Orm gracefully navigate the room, greeting friends and colleagues who showered her with well-deserved praise. But despite the joy radiating around her, Ling felt her energy slowly draining away, fatigue pressing gently yet persistently at her temples.

Ling leaned gently against the pillar, drawing in slow breaths, feeling the quiet fatigue settle deeper with every passing moment. Her palm rested instinctively over her belly, protective yet tender, savoring the quiet solace amid the celebratory chaos.

Just as her heartbeat steadied, an unfamiliar voice—cool, calculated—pierced through her fragile calm.

“Mrs. Kornnaphat,” he drawled, deliberately using her married name, the tone disturbingly polite. “Congratulations.”

Ling’s eyes opened sharply, meeting the gaze of a man she had never seen before—tall, impeccably dressed, with eyes that were cold and distant yet dangerously perceptive. His sharp suit did little to hide the aura of quiet menace radiating from him. Something about him immediately set every instinct within her on high alert.

“Thank you,” Ling responded cautiously, her voice steady yet guarded. “I don’t believe we’ve met.”

The man offered a faint smile, almost predatory in its subtlety. “We haven’t. My name is Marcus Thanapol. I’m here representing someone who… couldn’t be here himself.”

Ling’s blood ran cold at his last words, the subtle implication immediately clear. “And who might that be?”

His smile widened slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper, carefully measured. “My uncle. Thanom Ratchada. I believe you’re familiar with him?”

Ling’s heartbeat quickened instantly, an icy chill prickling down her spine as memories of Thanom Ratchada surged violently to the surface. Instinctively, her hand moved protectively to her belly, fingers trembling slightly. Marcus’s eyes followed her gesture with quiet, dangerous curiosity.

“What do you want?” Ling asked quietly, forcing her voice to remain steady despite the fear swelling in her chest.

Marcus tilted his head slightly, his gaze uncomfortably piercing. “To deliver a message. My uncle wanted you—and your wife—to know he sends his regards from prison. He’s been thinking about her. A lot.”

Ling’s jaw clenched, tension tightening her shoulders, her heart racing. She straightened instinctively, unwilling to appear vulnerable, refusing to let Marcus see how deeply his words unsettled her.

“Leave us alone,” Ling said coldly, her voice holding a strength she barely felt.

Marcus’s expression shifted into a chillingly gentle smile. “Oh, I’m afraid it’s not that simple. You see, family loyalty runs deep. Your wife’s father destroyed mine—Papa Oct made sure Uncle Thanom paid dearly. It’s only fair to return the favor, wouldn’t you say?”

Before Ling could respond, a voice from behind drew both their attention. “Ling?”

It was Orm, her voice gentle yet edged with protective urgency as she moved swiftly toward her wife, eyes flashing with immediate suspicion. Marcus turned smoothly, his smile fading into an unreadable mask.

“Enjoy your evening, Lingling,” he murmured softly, just loud enough for Ling alone to hear. “And take care of that precious new addition to your family.”

He slipped silently away into the crowd just moments before Orm reached her, confusion and fear shining in her eyes. She immediately wrapped an arm around Ling, scanning her face anxiously.

“Who was that?” Orm asked urgently, her heart pounding hard with worry.

Ling drew a shaky breath, her eyes still fixed on Marcus’s retreating figure, her mind racing. “Marcus Thanapol,” she whispered, her voice strained. “Thanom Ratchada’s nephew.”

Orm’s eyes widened, her body stiffening immediately at the sound of Thanom’s name. A fresh wave of fear surged violently through her, memories she desperately wanted to forget resurfacing all at once.

“What did he say to you?” Orm demanded, her voice edged sharply with protective anger.

Ling hesitated, her gaze meeting Orm’s frightened yet determined eyes. She knew she had to tell Orm the truth, but the fear that shadowed her heart was too heavy, too fresh. “Don’t worry baby it’s okay,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Orm felt as though the ground beneath her had vanished. Without a second thought, she drew Ling protectively into her arms, her heart hammering fiercely against her ribs.

“ Baby, look at me. I won’t let anything happen to you or our child,” Orm promised softly, fiercely, her voice trembling with a mixture of rage and fear. “He won’t touch us. Not again.”

Ling closed her eyes, absorbing the comforting strength radiating from Orm’s embrace, wishing desperately that she could believe those words wholeheartedly. But as Marcus’s veiled threat echoed relentlessly in her mind, a shadow settled over them, reminding her that the past was never truly buried—and that danger was far closer than either of them wanted to admit.

As the night wore on, the brilliant excitement around them felt distant to Orm, her focus shifting entirely toward Ling. She carefully observed her wife, noting the subtle signs of exhaustion etched into the corners of her eyes, the slight droop of her shoulders, the gentle rub against her lower back—a quiet gesture of discomfort Ling thought she was hiding.

Orm reached out again, her fingertips tenderly brushing against Ling's arm, her voice low and filled with gentle insistence. “You’re tired, love. We can leave if you want.”

Ling shook her head softly, offering a reassuring smile, though her eyes revealed the truth. “I promise, Orm, I’m okay.”

Reluctantly, Orm kissed Ling’s forehead, her lips lingering for a moment longer than necessary, silently promising to return quickly. “I'll be right back. I just have to greet a few people.”

Ling nodded, a gentle smile on her lips as she watched Orm slip away, drawn back into the cheerful celebration. Ling took a deep breath, leaning against the pillar again, the echoes of Marcus Thanapol’s voice still lingering uncomfortably in her mind. The faint, unsettling sense of danger he brought had yet to fade.

Orm moved through the elegant crowd, exchanging polite smiles and brief conversations, her heart never quite leaving Ling's side. After just a few minutes, anxiety compelled her to turn back towards her wife—only to find her heart stopping cold in her chest.

Ling was no longer alone. Again. 

Orm's gaze immediately locked onto Ling across the room, now engaged in a tense conversation with a man she'd never seen before. Her heart tightened fiercely in her chest, an instinctive sense of protectiveness flaring through her veins. Ling stood rigidly, shoulders stiff, her posture betraying a deep unease.

“Ling,” Orm whispered anxiously under her breath, quickening her pace, desperately wanting to shield Ling from whatever distress this stranger was causing.

But before Orm could reach her, the man abruptly turned, slipping effortlessly into the crowd. Orm caught only a glimpse of him—a tall figure dressed in impeccable black, his retreat as silent and swift as his approach.

Her heart pounding, Orm reached Ling in seconds, gently taking her wife's trembling hand. “Ling, sweetheart, who was that? Another acquaintance of my father or—?”

She paused abruptly as she saw Ling’s expression. Ling’s eyes were wide, troubled, shadowed by an emotion Orm could not fully decipher. Ling was still staring blankly at the space where the man had stood, visibly shaken.

“Ling?” Orm pressed, her voice softening, yet edged with urgency as she gently tilted Ling’s chin, urging her to meet her eyes. “Who was that? Please, talk to me.”

Ling blinked slowly, finally pulling herself back to Orm, though she didn't speak immediately. The turmoil in her gaze deepened Orm’s anxiety.

“Ling?” Orm repeated gently, reaching out, softly cupping her wife’s face, urging her to speak, to break the silence that was now deafening.

“I…” Ling began quietly, her voice wavering slightly. She shook her head slowly, frustration and confusion mixing visibly on her features. “I don’t know who he was. But he knew me, Orm. He...knew things.”

“What things?” Orm asked sharply, fear surging through her once again.

Orm felt a chill ripple through her, dread pooling heavily in her chest. Without hesitating, she wrapped her arm protectively around Ling, guiding her gently but firmly away from the crowd, searching for quiet and safety, away from prying eyes and ears.

“Ling, talk to me, please,” Orm urged softly, desperate now. “What did he say? Was he threatening you?”

Ling swallowed hard, looking up at Orm, conflict clearly visible in her eyes. “I don't even know how he knew, Orm..”

Orm felt her stomach clench with fear, her jaw tightening, eyes hardening with fierce determination. “Marcus Thanapol again? Or was this someone else?”

Ling shook her head, pressing a trembling hand to her temple. “No, someone else entirely. But they knew Marcus. They said Marcus isn’t working alone, Orm. Thanom Ratchada is still pulling strings from behind bars. I think there are several people here related to them.”

Orm felt the color drain from her face, a shiver sliding down her spine, cold and cruel. The mention of Thanom’s name felt like ice in her veins, bringing back memories she desperately wanted to forget.

“Thanom?” Orm’s voice broke softly, shaken, memories flooding her instantly. “My father said he was contained. He’s still in prison.”

Ling’s voice was quiet, tense with an uncertainty she desperately wished wasn’t there. “I don’t know, Orm. But it sounded like they know something we don’t.”

Orm pressed her lips to Ling’s forehead, holding her tightly. Her voice trembled, but her tone carried unmistakable strength, an unspoken vow in every whispered word. “Then we’ll find out. Together.”

Ling sighed softly, finally leaning into Orm’s embrace, allowing herself to accept the comfort and safety Orm offered. Despite her exhaustion, her fear, and her confusion, Ling trusted one thing implicitly: Orm would protect her, no matter the cost.

Yet, in the pit of her stomach, Orm felt fear stir again, darker and stronger than before. Marcus Thanapol wasn’t just here for revenge—he was a warning. Thanom Ratchada wasn’t done yet. And neither of them knew what would happen next. And they were both afraid.

____

The celebration continued around them, music blending with laughter and clinking glasses, yet all Orm could sense was the darkness pressing at the edges of their happiness. Her heart raced, anxiety twisting like a coiled spring in her chest, Marcus Thanapol's chilling words echoing repeatedly in her mind.

Ling stood close, fatigue softening her eyes, her hand subconsciously resting protectively over her belly, instinctively shielding their child from unseen dangers. Seeing this quiet vulnerability in Ling, Orm’s protective instincts surged fiercely, leaving no room for hesitation.

“We're leaving,” Orm whispered gently yet firmly into Ling’s ear, slipping an arm securely around her waist, guiding her towards a quiet corner away from the buzzing crowd.

Ling didn’t argue this time, nodding silently in agreement, relieved by the protective determination radiating from Orm. Her quiet trust filled Orm’s heart with both warmth and urgency—she needed Ling safe, needed to shield their growing family from any threat that lingered in the shadows.

Orm swiftly retrieved her phone, calling their driver. Her voice was composed, yet the tight grip on Ling’s hand betrayed her anxiety. “We’re ready to leave now, please meet us at the back entrance as soon as possible.”

The driver confirmed quickly, sensing Orm’s urgency. “Of course, Khun Orm. I'll be there in five minutes.”

Ling noticed Orm’s heightened alertness, the tightness in her jaw, the way her eyes continuously scanned the room for potential threats. Ling gently reached for Orm’s hand, softly squeezing her fingers, drawing Orm’s worried gaze back to her face.

“It’s okay, love,” Ling murmured reassuringly, though her own voice trembled slightly. “We’re safe. You don't have to worry so much.”

Orm met her gaze, eyes tender yet fiercely protective. “You and our baby are everything to me. I won’t take any risks—not now, not ever again. You both deserve peace, Ling, not stress.”

Ling softened immediately, nodding gently, feeling the intensity of Orm’s love and determination. “I trust you. Always.”

Without another word, they quietly made their way toward the discreet back exit of the venue, Orm's senses heightened with every step, every shadow a potential threat. Ling stayed close, drawing calm from Orm's fierce, unwavering presence.

Their driver was already waiting, the limousine idling quietly, lights softly illuminating the darkness as they slipped inside quickly. Once the door was closed behind them, Orm pulled Ling into her arms protectively, cradling her gently, her eyes scanning the surroundings until the car pulled safely away from the venue.

Orm exhaled deeply, finally allowing some of her tension to ease as they moved swiftly through the quiet streets toward the sanctuary of their home. She rested a gentle hand on Ling’s belly, whispering softly yet fiercely, “I promise you, Ling—I won’t let anything or anyone harm you or our family. Marcus, Thanom... whoever they send after us, they'll never touch you.”

Ling closed her eyes, drawing comfort from the conviction in Orm’s voice, trusting her implicitly. Yet even as she leaned into Orm’s embrace, the echoes of Marcus's quiet threats lingered, casting a long, uncertain shadow ahead.

Orm pressed her lips softly to Ling’s temple, determination hardening within her. She silently vowed to herself again that she would shield her family, no matter the cost, no matter the danger.

Tonight had been a beautiful celebration of their love—but beneath the glitter and joy, danger lurked closer than ever.

And she was ready to fight, with every ounce of strength she possessed, to protect what mattered most.

_____

The moment the front door closed behind them, the comforting familiarity of their home instantly wrapped around Ling and Orm, easing away the lingering tension of the evening. Orm’s shoulders relaxed, her heart finally easing its frantic rhythm, knowing Ling was safely home with her, shielded from the outside world.

Orm turned to Ling, her eyes immediately softening at the sight of her wife’s tired yet beautiful face. Gently reaching out, Orm traced her fingertips along Ling’s cheek, concern radiating in her soft voice, “You must be exhausted, baby.”

Ling smiled softly, leaning instinctively into Orm’s touch, her eyes closing briefly at the gentle caress. “I am a little tired,” she admitted quietly, sighing softly as the warmth of Orm’s hand soothed her nerves.

Without another word, Orm gently guided Ling upstairs, her arm securely wrapped around her wife’s waist, taking care with each step they climbed. Once inside their cozy bedroom, Orm tenderly seated Ling at the edge of their bed, kneeling gracefully before her.

“Let me help you,” Orm whispered softly, her voice filled with tender devotion. She reached down, carefully sliding off Ling’s elegant heels, her movements slow and gentle, mindful of Ling’s fatigue.

Ling watched silently, warmth blooming in her chest at the gentle care Orm took, her every touch whispering quiet words of love. Orm’s fingertips brushed softly along Ling’s ankles, leaving trails of warmth in their wake.

“You always take such good care of me,” Ling murmured softly, reaching out to gently stroke her fingers through Orm’s dark hair.

Orm raised her eyes slowly, meeting Ling’s gaze with an intensity filled with affection and unwavering protectiveness. “Always. It’s my greatest privilege, Ling.”

Standing slowly, Orm moved quietly through the room, gathering a soft nightgown and returning swiftly to Ling’s side. Her touch was delicate, reverent, as she carefully helped Ling slip out of her beautiful dress. Her hands moved slowly, every motion filled with tenderness and quiet respect, gently slipping the soft silk nightgown over Ling’s shoulders.

Ling let out a gentle breath, feeling instantly lighter and comforted by the cool fabric against her skin. Orm tenderly settled her hands on Ling’s waist, guiding her gently to lie back against their plush pillows. She climbed carefully onto the bed beside Ling, softly gathering her into a protective embrace.

“How do you feel now, sweetheart?” Orm whispered, her voice gentle as her hand softly stroked over Ling’s belly, feeling a quiet joy and deep sense of wonder each time she touched the life growing within.

“Safe,” Ling whispered softly, turning her face to meet Orm’s gaze, eyes glistening gently with unshed tears of gratitude. “Loved. Because of you.”

Orm’s heart tightened gently at Ling’s words, her eyes filling with quiet emotion. She leaned closer, placing a lingering, tender kiss upon Ling’s forehead before shifting downward to gently press her lips against Ling’s softly rounded belly.

“I love you so much already,” Orm whispered tenderly to their unborn child, her voice shaking slightly, full of emotion and a fierce determination to protect them both. “And I promise to keep you and your mommy safe, no matter what.”

Ling felt tears finally slip gently down her cheeks at Orm’s heartfelt promise, warmth and affection flooding her chest. Her fingers found Orm’s hand resting protectively over her stomach, gently intertwining their fingers.

Orm raised her eyes again, her gaze locking deeply with Ling’s, sharing a silent, powerful moment of unspoken love and understanding. Slowly, Orm moved back up to capture Ling’s lips softly, her kiss tender yet passionately protective.

Ling melted gently into Orm’s embrace, breathing out a quiet sigh of relief and contentment, feeling utterly cherished and safe in her wife’s strong, loving arms. Together, they rested, wrapped securely in warmth and love, quiet whispers and gentle touches reaffirming their promise to face whatever lay ahead—together, always.

____

The bedroom was silent now, filled only with the soft, even rhythm of Ling’s breathing. Orm lay quietly beside her wife, eyes tracing the gentle rise and fall of Ling’s chest, listening intently to the quiet serenity that had settled around them. Yet, despite the outward calm, Orm’s heart felt heavy, burdened with worry and the echoing whispers of Marcus Thanapol’s chilling threat.

Orm reached out carefully, brushing a gentle strand of hair from Ling’s face, her fingertips lingering softly against Ling's warm skin. Ling stirred slightly, murmuring softly in her sleep, unconsciously moving closer to Orm’s warmth. Orm smiled gently, pressing a tender kiss to Ling's temple, silently promising she would keep her safe—always.

But despite her reassuring thoughts, Orm could feel restlessness deep in her bones. A nagging unease gripped her heart, urging her not to ignore the danger they now faced. Her eyes drifted to Ling’s stomach once more, and an overwhelming sense of protectiveness surged through her, fierce and unwavering.

She carefully slipped from beneath the covers, moving silently so as not to wake Ling. Orm paused at the doorway, glancing back at her sleeping wife, her chest tightening at the thought of any harm ever reaching Ling or their child. Drawing a steadying breath, Orm quietly exited the bedroom, closing the door softly behind her.

In the peaceful silence of their living room, Orm reached for her phone. Her fingers hovered briefly over her father's contact, her heart heavy with worry, before finally pressing to call. Her pulse quickened, her anxiety tangible as she waited through the soft ringing, each second stretching painfully.

Papa Oct picked up almost instantly, his voice immediately alert, recognizing the hour and sensing something wasn't right. “Orm? Is everything alright, sweetheart?”

“Papa,” Orm's voice trembled slightly, betraying her anxiety, though she struggled to sound composed. “I’m sorry for calling so late, but something happened tonight. Marcus Thanapol, Thanom Ratchada’s nephew, approached Ling.”

Her father’s sharp intake of breath was clearly audible, concern instantly thickening his voice. “Thanom’s nephew? Marcus Thanapol? Are you both safe?”

Orm glanced upward, instinctively toward their bedroom, protective worry filling her chest. “We’re home now and safe. But he knew things, Papa. Things he shouldn’t know. He mentioned you directly, and Thanom, and our baby. He wanted us to feel threatened. It worked.”

Papa Oct’s voice hardened instantly, protective anger surging beneath the calm, reassuring tone he used with Orm. “Orm, listen to me carefully. Thanom is in prison, yes, but he still has reach. Marcus might be acting on his behalf. I'll look into this immediately, I promise. But in the meantime, keep Ling close. Stay vigilant.”

“I’m scared, Papa,” Orm admitted quietly, her voice cracking, finally letting down her defenses in the safety of her father’s presence. “I can’t lose Ling. Not again. I won’t.”

Papa Oct’s voice softened immediately, filled with unwavering strength and reassurance. “You won’t, sweetheart. I promise. I’ll handle Marcus Thanapol, and I’ll ensure Thanom can’t harm any of you again. Trust me.”

Orm exhaled shakily, feeling relief and comfort seep slowly into her heart from her father’s determined promise. “Thank you, Papa.”

“You stay close to Ling,” her father instructed gently yet firmly. “I’ll take care of everything else. Don’t worry. You and your family are safe.”

Orm nodded quietly, even though he couldn't see it, drawing strength from her father’s promise. “I trust you, Papa. Please be careful.”

“Always, my child,” Papa Oct murmured gently. “Now, go rest. You need your strength, and Ling needs you calm and reassuring. I'll handle this.”

Ending the call, Orm felt a small measure of relief. She took a deep breath, steadying herself. She knew Papa Oct would move swiftly, protecting them fiercely, but the anxiety lingering in her heart wasn’t completely quieted.

Orm returned silently to their bedroom, her heart softening again at the sight of Ling sleeping peacefully, oblivious to the worries swirling in the night. Carefully, she climbed back into bed, slipping gently beneath the covers. Instantly, Ling stirred, moving instinctively back into Orm’s arms, her body seeking warmth and comfort.

Orm tightened her embrace protectively, whispering softly against Ling’s ear, “I’ll protect you with my life, Ling. Both of you. I promise.”

As Ling slept peacefully in her arms, Orm finally allowed herself to close her eyes, determined and ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead, knowing she was never alone—and neither was Ling.

_____

Across town, in the comfortable warmth of their living room, Papa Oct lowered his phone slowly, his expression darkening as Orm’s fearful words echoed in his mind. The peace he'd been savoring moments before with Mae Koy had vanished in an instant, replaced by a fierce protectiveness and an urgent determination.

“Oct?” Mae Koy asked softly, sensing her husband’s shift immediately. Her gentle smile faded quickly into concern as she approached him, placing a comforting hand lightly upon his tense shoulder. “What happened? Is everything alright with Orm and Ling?”

Papa Oct drew a deep breath, setting the phone down gently. He turned to Mae, meeting her worried gaze with a solemn seriousness that instantly sent a chill down her spine. “Marcus Thanapol happened. He approached Ling tonight, at Orm’s movie premiere. He threatened them, Mae.”

Mae Koy’s hand tightened instinctively on Oct’s shoulder, her eyes widening in alarm. “Marcus Thanapol? Thanom’s nephew?”

Papa Oct nodded slowly, tension visible in the rigid line of his jaw. “Orm sounded frightened. Marcus knew things he shouldn’t—about Ling’s pregnancy, about their family. He mentioned Thanom specifically, implying he’s still influencing things from prison.”

Mae Koy felt dread tighten her chest, memories she desperately wished she could erase resurfacing instantly. “Thanom Ratchada? How is that even possible, Oct? He's supposed to be locked away securely.”

“Money and influence have a way of bending bars, Mae,” Papa Oct responded bitterly, his voice laced with frustration and anger. “I thought we’d ended this when we put him away, but clearly, he hasn’t stopped. He’s still reaching out, using Marcus as his proxy.”

Mae Koy swallowed hard, fear mixing with determination as she looked fiercely into her husband’s eyes. “We won’t let him hurt our children, Oct. We can’t let Ling or Orm go through this again, especially not now. What can we do?”

Papa Oct’s gaze softened momentarily at the quiet strength in Mae’s eyes. He took her hand, squeezing gently, his voice steady and resolute. “First, I’ll contact the authorities immediately. They need to know that Thanom might be attempting something. If he's pulling Marcus’s strings, we need to cut those strings as quickly as possible.”

Mae Koy nodded firmly, her expression unwavering. “And Orm and Ling? How do we keep them safe right now?”

Oct exhaled slowly, his eyes narrowing in thought. “They should stay close to home, limit their public exposure for a while. I'll arrange extra security, discreetly, so they won’t feel overwhelmed. Marcus won’t get anywhere near them again—I’ll make sure of it.”

Mae stepped closer, gently touching Oct’s face, drawing his eyes back to hers. “Whatever happens, we’ll face it together, Oct. We’ve protected our family once before; we’ll do it again. Ling and Orm trust us. We owe it to them to end this once and for all.”

Papa Oct gently pressed his forehead against Mae’s, taking strength from her unwavering support and quiet courage. “We will. I promise you, Mae—I won't let Thanom or Marcus hurt our family again.”

Mae Koy squeezed his hand tightly, determination shining in her eyes. “Then let’s start tonight. Whatever it takes, we’ll fight it together.”

Papa Oct felt his heart fill with renewed determination as he reached once more for his phone, ready to mobilize every resource he had. For their daughter, for Ling, and for the precious new life growing between them, he would fight harder than ever before.

Together, he and Mae would ensure that Thanom and Marcus’s shadows never reached their family again.

Never again.

___

Orm returned quietly to their bedroom, closing the door softly behind her, a sense of quiet determination mixing with lingering unease. Her eyes immediately found Ling, peacefully curled beneath the blankets, the soft glow of moonlight illuminating her serene features.

Orm paused for a moment, simply watching Ling breathe gently in sleep, the sight instantly soothing the anxious ache still lingering deep in her chest. Slowly, carefully, she climbed back into bed, moving softly so as not to disturb Ling, slipping beneath the covers to rejoin her wife.

Instantly sensing Orm's return, Ling stirred slightly, unconsciously moving toward the warmth of Orm’s body. Her eyes fluttered open, heavy with sleep, meeting Orm's gentle gaze in the soft darkness.

“You left?” Ling whispered sleepily, her voice soft and vulnerable.

“Just for a moment,” Orm murmured tenderly, gently brushing her fingertips along Ling’s cheek, reassuring her. “Everything's okay. Go back to sleep, my love. I'm right here now.”

Ling nodded slightly, her eyelids drifting closed again, comforted by Orm’s presence. She shifted closer, sighing softly as Orm gently wrapped her arms around her, carefully cradling her in a protective embrace.

Orm moved her hand gently down, resting her palm lovingly on Ling’s belly. Her heart swelled with tenderness and awe at the gentle rise beneath her fingers. Slowly, she leaned forward, pressing her lips softly against Ling’s forehead, lingering in silent gratitude.

“I promise you,” Orm whispered quietly into the stillness of their room, speaking both to Ling and their unborn child, her voice rich with emotion and fierce devotion, “I will always be here to keep you both safe. I love you more than anything.”

Ling smiled softly, eyes closing again, fully trusting in Orm’s promise. “I know you will,” she whispered gently, already drifting back toward sleep.

Orm settled comfortably beside Ling, nestling close, wrapping her arms protectively around her wife. Ling instantly melted against her, breathing deeply, completely trusting, utterly secure.

“I love you,” Orm whispered once more, softer still, her voice filled with a depth of devotion she’d never imagined possible. “Both of you.”

Holding Ling tightly, Orm felt peace finally seep back into her bones, stronger than any shadow, brighter than any darkness. Whatever storm lay ahead, they’d face it together, wrapped in the strength of their love, ready for whatever would come.

But tonight—just tonight—she allowed herself to believe that love was stronger than any threat they might face.

____

Morning sunlight streamed gently through the curtains, casting soft golden warmth across the room. Orm slowly stirred awake, blinking her eyes open to the comforting sight of Ling sleeping peacefully beside her. Ling lay curled gently, breathing softly, the serenity of sleep still gracing her features.

Orm shifted quietly closer, her heart swelling with quiet joy as her eyes moved tenderly over Ling’s figure, now gently outlined beneath the sheets. Her gaze softened even more as it fell upon Ling’s belly—the gentle curve now unmistakably more pronounced, proudly showing the presence of their child.

A smile instantly blossomed across Orm’s face, her heart fluttering with pure happiness. Carefully, lovingly, she reached out, her fingertips tracing gently along the new curve, marveling at the soft yet firm roundness beneath her touch.

“Oh, look at you,” Orm whispered softly, filled with awe and pride. “You’re finally making your appearance, little one.”

Ling stirred at Orm’s gentle voice, blinking slowly awake, a sleepy smile immediately forming on her lips as she met Orm’s bright eyes. “Good morning,” she murmured softly, stretching slightly, still wrapped comfortably in Orm’s protective gaze.

Orm’s smile deepened warmly as she leaned closer, pressing a tender kiss to Ling’s lips, then another to her cheek, and finally, gently, lovingly onto her rounded belly. “Good morning, my loves,” Orm whispered softly, eyes twinkling with happiness. “Did you sleep well?”

Ling chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling affectionately. “I did. Though someone kept whispering sweet promises to my belly all night.”

Orm laughed softly, her eyes sparkling playfully. “I had important conversations with our baby—I had to make sure they know how loved they already are.”

Ling’s smile softened, and she gently took Orm’s hand, placing it firmly over her belly, letting Orm feel the gentle curve clearly beneath her fingers. Orm’s eyes widened slightly with wonder, the reality of their growing family becoming more vivid than ever.

“Oh, Ling,” Orm whispered, overcome with emotion. Her eyes misted slightly, and she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss against Ling’s lips. “You’re so beautiful. And this…” She gently caressed Ling’s bump again, smiling tenderly. “This makes you even more perfect.”

Ling blushed softly, warmth filling her chest at Orm’s words. “You’re biased.”

“Of course I am,” Orm whispered lovingly, her eyes bright with affection. “You’re carrying our child. How could I not adore every single thing about you?”

Ling laughed gently, pressing her forehead lovingly to Orm’s, enjoying the deep warmth of the moment. “You’re going to spoil me and the baby.”

Orm nodded seriously, her voice warm, sincere, and deeply emotional. “That’s exactly my plan, Mrs. Kornnaphat.”

They lingered quietly, basking in their intimate morning together, the sunlight streaming gently through their window, illuminating the quiet beauty of the family they were building.

Despite lingering shadows from the night before, here in their quiet morning embrace, Orm felt nothing but joy, hope, and deep gratitude. Ling’s growing bump was a beautiful reminder of their love—tangible proof of everything they'd overcome and everything they would protect together, no matter what lay ahead.

_______

The scent of freshly brewed coffee and Mae Koy’s homemade pancakes filled the cozy kitchen, wrapping the family in a comforting embrace. The soft clinking of cutlery and the gentle hum of morning conversation made everything feel blissfully normal—safe, warm, like home.

Ling sat beside Orm, nestled comfortably in the protective curve of her wife’s arm, still adjusting to the quiet yet noticeable changes in her body. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention—this kind of open, unfiltered love surrounding her—but this morning, as Papa Oct cast a playful glance at her gently rounded belly, she felt nothing but warmth.

“You know, Ling,” Papa Oct mused, setting his coffee cup down with a knowing smile, “I’m pretty sure you’re glowing more than those spotlights at the premiere last night.”

Ling’s cheeks flushed instantly, a soft, embarrassed laugh slipping from her lips as she instinctively placed a protective hand over her stomach. She still wasn’t used to the idea of everyone noticing her growing bump, but before she could mumble a response, Orm beat her to it.

“She is, isn’t she?” Orm grinned, her voice filled with pure adoration. She tightened her hold around Ling’s waist, pulling her a little closer. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”

Ling turned to look at her wife, her heart swelling as she caught the way Orm’s eyes softened while gazing at her. There was something breathtaking in the way Orm looked at her now—as if every part of her was even more precious, as if she carried something more sacred than just their love. Ling squeezed Orm’s hand under the table, a silent thank-you for the way Orm always made her feel adored.

Mae Koy chuckled as she set another plate of pancakes down in front of them, her expression filled with amusement. “Well, Ling, now we know why you've had those midnight cravings lately. I thought my fridge was getting suspiciously empty.”

Ling groaned, covering her face with one hand as Orm laughed, the sound rich and full of love. “You weren’t supposed to know about that,” Ling mumbled, peeking at Mae Koy through her fingers.

Orm, delighted, leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to her temple. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll happily raid every fridge in town for you.”

Papa Oct joined in on the teasing, nodding in mock seriousness. “And I’ll gladly help. Anything for my grandchild—though it seems they’re already making their presence known.”

Ling dropped her hands, pouting slightly, though her lips twitched with amusement. “Well, apparently, your grandchild has excellent taste. They seem especially fond of Mae’s cooking.”

Mae Koy gasped dramatically, bringing a hand to her chest. “Ah, see, Oct? The little one already knows who their favorite grandma will be.”

Papa Oct scoffed, reaching for his coffee with a smirk. “Please. I’ve got stories, Ling. You’ll see soon enough who the real favorite will be.”

The table erupted into laughter, the kind that filled the heart, the kind that made Ling’s chest feel light and full at the same time. Orm watched her, her heart swelling with quiet joy at the sight of Ling relaxing, laughing so freely, her earlier exhaustion and the fears of last night momentarily forgotten.

As the teasing died down, Mae Koy reached across the table and gently placed her hand over Ling’s. Her eyes softened, her voice turning warm and full of meaning. “All jokes aside, sweetheart, we’re so happy for you both. For all three of you.”

Ling swallowed, her throat tightening slightly at the genuine love in Mae’s voice. She glanced at Orm, feeling her wife’s reassuring presence beside her, and then back at Mae and Papa Oct, who were both looking at her not just as Orm’s wife, but as their daughter now, too.

This was her family. She belonged here.

“Thank you,” Ling whispered, blinking away the slight moisture in her eyes as she squeezed Mae Koy’s hand. “That means everything.”

Orm, sensing Ling’s emotions, pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, rubbing small, soothing circles over her back. “And we promise not to let this one eat the whole fridge before they’re even born,” she teased, making Ling laugh again, wiping away any lingering tears with the sound of her joy.

In this cozy morning moment, surrounded by love, teasing, and warmth, Ling felt something she hadn’t let herself fully believe she could have before: peace.

She had a family now. A real one.

And as Orm rested her hand over her belly, feeling the slight curve beneath her palm, she knew—this was just the beginning.

___

A few hours later, Ling lay quietly on the examination table, her fingers tightly intertwined with Orm’s, their hands clasped as if holding on to something sacred. The room was dimly lit, the hum of the ultrasound machine filling the air with an almost reverent stillness. Orm’s grip was firm but trembling slightly, her thumb absentmindedly stroking the back of Ling’s hand, an unconscious attempt to ground herself as the weight of the moment settled over them.

Ling’s heart pounded in anticipation, her breath catching as the cool gel was applied to her belly. She turned her head slightly, taking in the way Orm’s eyes were locked on the ultrasound monitor—wide with wonder, yet brimming with nervous excitement.

Then, the technician gently moved the wand over Ling’s belly, and suddenly, the screen flickered to life.

“There’s your little one,” the technician said warmly, pointing to the fluttering movement on the screen.

Ling’s breath hitched. And then—there it was. A sound that made the world stop.

A tiny, rhythmic heartbeat echoed softly through the room.

Strong. Steady. Real.

Orm inhaled sharply, her free hand instinctively flying up to cover her mouth as tears instantly welled in her eyes. Her whole body seemed to shudder with emotion, her voice trembling as she whispered, “Oh, Ling… our baby…”

Ling turned her head, drinking in the raw emotion in Orm’s tear-filled eyes. It was as if her wife had just seen the universe unfold before her, as if everything suddenly made sense. Ling’s own chest tightened, her fingers gripping Orm’s hand even harder. A tear slipped down her cheek, and she didn’t bother wiping it away. “It’s incredible,” she murmured, voice full of awe. “They’re… they’re right there.”

Their baby.

Real. Alive. Safe.

Orm leaned closer, pressing a tender, lingering kiss to Ling’s forehead, whispering against her skin, “I love you. I love you both so much.”

Ling exhaled shakily, her entire being wrapped in the warmth of Orm’s love, the sound of their child’s heartbeat filling her chest with emotions too big to contain.

But then—

The technician paused. She tilted her head slightly, adjusting the wand, her eyes brightening with something unreadable.

Ling’s stomach clenched. Orm immediately noticed the shift. Her voice was cautious but urgent. “What’s wrong?”

The technician chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Oh, nothing’s wrong at all.” She smiled as she looked at them both. “It’s just… looks like your ‘little one’ brought a friend.”

Silence.

Orm’s grip on Ling’s hand tightened. “What do you mean… a friend?”

The technician moved the wand slightly, revealing another tiny flicker on the screen. Another heartbeat.

Another baby.

She beamed, nodding toward the monitor. “Congratulations. You’re having twins.”

For a moment, there was nothing but the steady echo of two tiny heartbeats filling the air. Orm’s breath caught, her lips parting slightly as she tried to process the words. Ling blinked in stunned disbelief, her mind struggling to catch up with what she was seeing—what she was hearing.

Two.

Two babies.

Orm’s whole body trembled as she let out a shaky breath, her vision blurring with the force of her emotions. A tear slipped down her cheek, then another, then another, until she was openly crying, her chest rising and falling unevenly.

Ling turned to her, her own tears falling freely now. “Two?” she whispered, as if saying it aloud would make it real. “We’re having two?”

Orm’s answer came in the form of the most reverent, awe-filled kiss she had ever given Ling. Soft. Overwhelming. Full of love. Full of promise.

When she pulled away, her forehead rested against Ling’s, her tears mingling with Ling’s own. Her voice was raw with emotion, shaking but full of warmth. “Two, Ling. We’re having two babies.”

Ling let out a teary laugh, her hands shaking as they moved over her stomach. She couldn't stop smiling. Couldn't stop crying. The overwhelming, breathtaking reality of it settled over her like a gentle tide. “Twins…” she whispered again, her heart soaring. “Our family just got even bigger.”

Orm cupped Ling’s face, brushing away her tears with her thumbs, her expression one of pure, unfiltered joy. “Then we have twice as many reasons to love and protect them.”

Ling nodded, pressing their foreheads together again, feeling the weight of the moment settle between them, wrapping around them like a sacred promise.

Two babies.

Twice the love. Twice the joy. Twice the miracles.

As they both turned back to the screen, watching the flickering heartbeats of their unborn children, Orm knew with unwavering certainty: nothing in the world had ever mattered more than this.

Their family was growing, their love expanding into something even more infinite.

And she would spend the rest of her life making sure they were safe, happy, and loved beyond measure.