The Most Beautiful Gift for Keng and Namping

It has been one year since the sacred vows were made on the shores of Phuket. Keng and Namping's married life goes on quietly, away from the hustle and bustle of cameras, but full of small laughs in their apartment.

That afternoon, it rained lightly. Keng had just come home and found the house very quiet. Usually, Namping would greet him with ramblings about what he was cooking or the drama he had just watched. "Ping? Honey?" Keng called as he put his car keys away.

He found Namping sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to the door. His shoulders shook slightly. Keng immediately panicked. With wide steps, he approached his husband.

"Ping, hey... why? Is something hurt?" Keng knelt in front of Namping, trying to search the man's eyes. Namping looked up. his eyes were red and wet with tears, but his lips trembled to hold back a smile. Without a word, he handed a small, long object into Keng's hand.

Two red lines.

The world seemed to stop turning for Keng Harit. He looked at the object, then looked at Namping's stomach, then back at the object again. His usually firm hands were now shaking slightly. "This... is this for real?" Keng whispered, his voice hoarse with overwhelming emotion.

Namping nodded slowly while sobbing happily. "The doctor said it's already the eighth week, Keng. There's... there's life here." Namping touched his own stomach in doubt.

Keng's reaction: Keng didn't jump for joy. Instead, he took a deep breath, lowered his head, and pressed their foreheads together. He cried silently—the grateful tears of a man who felt his world was complete. "Thank you, Ping. Thank you for looking after this," whispered Keng while kissing Namping's forehead many times with great affection.

Immediate Protective Attitude: After things calmed down a bit, Keng's "Papa Bear" side came out straight away. He immediately moved Namping to a more comfortable sitting position, covered his legs, and began to busily ask: "Have you eaten?" "You didn't lift anything heavy earlier, right?" "We have to replace that slippery carpet right now."

Namping just laughed a little at his husband's behavior. "Keng, I'm just pregnant, I'm not seriously ill anymore."

Keng held Namping's hand, kissing the back of his hand deeply. "For me, this is a miracle. And I won't let a single strand of your hair fall out because of fatigue. From now on, you can only be happy. I'll take care of the rest."

The night closed with Keng sleeping while hugging Namping's waist, his hands never leaving his husband's stomach for a second, as if he was greeting the little angel who was growing there.