Me and Thee: English translation.

The Last Wake up call.

The grand mansion lay deep within the estate, set hundreds of meters back from the main gate. Tire tracks carved a long path through the pristine blanket of snow that stretched across the grounds. On either side, manicured gardens now hidden beneath a thick layer of white hinted at their beauty even in this frozen season. 

 

Beyond, a stone fountain stood not far off, its waters frozen solid under the biting cold. A sleek black European car glided to a halt in front of the mansion's entrance. Once the vehicle came to a complete stop, a tall man in a black suit stepped out from the front seat, his eyes scanning the surroundings carefully before he opened the back door. 

 

From within, a towering young man emerged first, his smoke-grey eyes immediately falling on the passenger beside him. Without a word, he leaned in, gently lifting a small girl who was fast asleep into his arms, cradling her against his chest. His free hand extended to help a little boy step down from the car.

 

On the other side, Peach exited the vehicle, ensuring that Araseny's men had unloaded the suitcases and gifts properly before he approached the boy, taking his small hand into his own. This freed Thee to hold the little girl more securely in his arms.

 

A tall bodyguard in a black suit opened the grand doors of the mansion, bowing slightly as his employer and their family stepped inside. The staff, well-trained in decorum, lowered their gazes, avoiding eye contact with the young mafia boss and his loved ones.

 

Peach, now accustomed to such protocol, led their son by the hand, walking just behind Thee as they entered the house. Inside the mansion, the warmth was an immediate contrast to the frigid world outside, as if stepping into an entirely different reality. The heat seeped through their layers of clothing, and Peach began removing his thick winter coat, helping his son shrug it off as well.

 

Every year, as winter descended and the year drew to a close, their family would gather at this sprawling estate on the outskirts of Russia to celebrate the season together. Peach handed their coats to a waiting housekeeper before turning to assist Thee with his own. The tall man moved with deliberate care, ensuring his little girl in his arms remained undisturbed. Once his coat was off, Thee turned his attention to the girl, tenderly removing her jacket without waking her.

 

The little girl nestled deeper into her dad's arms, her rosy cheeks pressed against his chest in pure contentment. Thee's lips curved into a gentle smile at her relaxed expression, his heart warming at the sight.

 

After handing their winter coats to the housekeeper, the family walked further into the mansion. At the centre of the house was a sunken living room, its floor laid out in a circular pattern a few steps below the surrounding level. The spacious area was entirely cushioned with soft fabric, creating a cosy pit. On one wall, close to the circular seating area, hung a massive television. It was currently playing soft, mellow music from a streaming app, filling the space with a tranquil ambience.

 

"Goodness, Kian! Peach! What took you so long?" A woman sitting in the middle of the cushioned area exclaimed, rising quickly to greet them. She hurried over, her delicate hands reaching out to embrace the young boy who had stepped forward to offer her a polite wai. 

 

"Mhok, sweetie, you're so handsome! My goodness, you've grown into such a fine young man!"

 

It had been three years since Peach and Thee started their life together. A year after moving in with Thee, they had decided to formally adopt two children, just as they had always planned. Peach often brought Thee along to visit orphanages, spending time with the children to ensure they found the perfect match. To his pleasant surprise, Thee bonded effortlessly with the kids, and the connection between the mafia boss and the two children was nothing short of remarkable. Once they were certain of the fit, the adoption paperwork was finalised without any complications.

 

The only noticeable change since then had been at the orphanage itself. Every time Peach visited, the place looked better and better, to the point it barely resembled its old self. When he asked about it, the head caretaker, Teacher Nualphong, explained that a generous benefactor had taken it upon themselves to sponsor the orphanage. This mysterious donor not only covered all expenses but also sent people to improve the facilities, ensuring they were clean, orderly, and safe. The orphanage had transformed into a sanctuary for children.

 

Hearing this, Peach couldn't help but glance at the mafia boss beside him. Thee's proud posture and faint, knowing smile gave everything away. Peach quickly pieced the story together, even before Thee turned to him with an expectant look, as if waiting for praise. Peach had chuckled at the time, though later, he had to "pay" for this kind-hearted gesture with more than a few rounds of his lover's passionate enthusiasm. In the end, he decided it was well worth the price.

 

When Peach first brought Mhok and Marn to meet their new grandparents, Thee’s mother, Natlada, and the formidable Arseny, the couple had fallen head over heels for the children. They were so smitten that it wasn't long before the little boy and girl were officially registered as part of the Arseny family.

 

Peach had often teased Thee, joking that he had been "dethroned" since the family clearly adored their children than he was. Yet, instead of feeling slighted, Thee seemed to brim with pride, even plotting ways to win their children's affection over that of their doting grandparents.

 

"Why are you so late, Peach? I've been waiting forever!" a cheerful voice called out, breaking Peach's thoughts. 

 

The voice belonged to Plub, another young woman of the house, who emerged from the kitchen carrying a plate of fresh fruit. She quickly set the plate down, wiped her hands clean, and rushed over to see the children. While she was eager to fuss over them playfully, the sight of little Marn sleeping soundly in her dad's arms made her hesitate. 

 

"She's so adorable. Isn't Marn the cutest thing, Mhok?" she whispered, careful not to wake the girl.

 

Mhok, the little boy, nodded solemnly, his eyes sparkling with pride and affection as he gazed at his younger sister.

 

"What did you bring with you, Plub?" asked Natlada, who had been gently stroking her grandson's hair with maternal fondness before turning her attention to her newly adopted daughter.

 

"Mangoes, Mum. I brought a whole bunch from Thailand because I thought you might be missing them." Plub answered with a bright smile. She leaned closer with an exaggerated, conspiratorial whisper. 

 

"And guess what? Dad peeled them himself! He said it was to win your heart."

 

"Oh, my sweet daughter," Natlada cooed, drawing Plub into a warm hug, her sharp, authoritative demeanour softening even further.

 

Two years ago, the family's adoption story had expanded beyond Peach and Thee. After meeting Plub, Natlada took an immediate liking to her, and their conversations flowed effortlessly. Before long, Nat had declared that Plub should become part of their family, too. 

 

"We're practically family already, aren't we?" she'd reasoned. "Why not make it official and welcome her into the fold?"

 

Natlada had been particularly sensitive to the idea that Plub might feel abandoned, especially since Thee Plub's brother-in-law had become such an integral part of Peach's life. Nat had refused to let Plub feel as though her only brother had been "taken away." Over time, her affection for Plub grew to the point where she insisted on making her the youngest daughter of the family.

 

However, Plub had politely declined to formalise things legally, worried that people might assume she was latching onto her brother-in-law's wealth and influence. Despite her concerns, she was treated as if she were already an official member of the family.

 

The family gathered together on the soft, round cushions in the living room. Little Marn, who had slept soundly through the entire journey, was gently laid down to rest. Beside her, Mhok sat fighting to stay awake, his eyelids heavy with exhaustion. Peach, ever the doting father, coaxed his son to lie down, settling the boy's head in his lap. After tucking a blanket snugly around him, Peach stroked Mhok's hair in slow, soothing motions until the boy finally succumbed to sleep.

 

"Oh, he's out already?" came a teasing voice from behind.

 

Rome, Thee's younger brother, leaned over the backrest, his tall frame towering over the seating area. His sharp grey eyes sparkled with amusement as he looked at the sleeping boy. 

 

"What a sleepyhead! You've only just arrived, and you're already snoozing away?"

 

"Can you not bother the kids? They're jet-lagged." 

 

Mok, Thee's secretary, cut in with a tired sigh as he approached from the other side of the room. His tone was stern, though not without affection.

 

"Didn't they go to Disneyland yesterday? Bet they ran themselves ragged."

 

"They sure did," Peach replied with a soft chuckle. "Last week, Thee took the kids to Japan for a trip to Disneyland. From there, we flew straight to Russia. Between the travel and the excitement, it's no wonder they're worn out."

 

"I wasn't bothering them! I was just checking on them because I care," Rome grumbled, though his smirk betrayed his amusement. Reaching out, he pulled Mok into a bear hug, clearly unbothered by the secretary's protests. 

 

"You like kids, don't you? Admit it! I've been saying you should have a couple of your own. No, wait, three kids so that I can outdo Thee here."

 

"Calm down, Rome. Are you sure you can even take care of yourself?" Mok replied dryly, his expression as stoic as ever, though the faint pink creeping up his ears gave him away. 

 

"And keep your hands to yourself. There are children around."

 

"Exactly! You can barely manage on your own," Thee chimed in as he returned from a conversation with his father. Walking over with a mischievous grin, he threw his arm around Peach's shoulders, pulling his partner into a close embrace. Thee's pointed comment earned him a swat on the hand from Mok, much to everyone's amusement.

 

"All of you, enough!" Peach scolded softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he gestured to his son. "You'll wake the kids if you keep this up." Sure enough, Mhok stirred slightly, his small brow furrowing in his sleep.

 

"You're right," Thee conceded, bending down to press a quick kiss to Peach's cheek. With practised care, he scooped up his sleeping son in his arms. Peach followed suit, lifting little Marn from her spot on the cushions. Together, they carried the children to their respective bedrooms, ensuring they could continue their rest undisturbed.

 

Peach cradled Marn gently in his arms. The little girl instinctively curled closer, her small body snuggling into him with familiarity. A soft smile graced her lips even in sleep, prompting Peach to brush his fingers against her chubby cheek affectionately. He followed Thee, who was carrying their son, up the stairs.

 

Thee led the way to the second floor of the house. Though the main bedrooms were on the third floor, they had decided to use the second-floor master bedroom instead. With one child eager to toddle everywhere and another always running, it seemed safer and more practical to keep them closer. If the house had a suitable bedroom on the ground floor, they would have opted for that, but the second floor was the next best thing.

 

Reaching the bedroom, Thee pushed the door open with his shoulder. Inside was a spacious king-sized bed, flanked by a smaller side bed tucked against the wall for the little ones. With careful steps, he crossed the room and gently laid Mhok onto the pillow. Once he ensured his son was comfortably settled, he turned to take Marn from Peach. Placing her beside her brother, Thee adjusted their positions and tucked the blanket securely around both of them.

 

Peach watched the scene unfold with a faint smile tugging at his lips. At the beginning, he had been the one most eager to adopt the siblings. But as time went on, the love-struck father who couldn't bear to part from the kids for even a moment turned out to be none other than the stoic mafia standing before him. Before Peach could linger on his thoughts, Thee's strong arm reached out, pulling him onto the bed. With a firm but gentle motion, Thee guided him to rest his head against his broad shoulder, wrapping him securely in a warm embrace.

 

"What are you doing, Kian?"

 

"You should rest too," Thee replied, his hand moving to stroke Peach's hair in slow, comforting motions. 

 

"You've had a long flight and spent all your energy looking after the kids. You need to take a break."

 

"But didn't you help me the whole time?" Peach countered with a small smile, though he instinctively nestled closer into Thee's warmth. "Thank you for everything. The Japan trip was amazing."

 

Thee smiled, clearly pleased. The trip to Japan had been something they had planned together long ago. But with their hectic schedules and the arrival of the two little ones, their lives had been a whirlwind. It wasn't until this year's end that everything finally settled enough for them to make the trip happen with their family.

 

Peach had finally completed his list of "must-visit restaurants before you die."

He chuckled softly to himself, remembering how it all started-the earnest pitch from his lover, Thee, back in the day. What made it all the more meaningful was how Thee had truly kept every promise he made. With Thee by his side, Peach never felt alone in this world again.

 

A faint smile graced Peach's lips as he decided to take a short nap, just as Thee had suggested. He had barely closed his eyes when he felt Thee moving beside him, shuffling around as if searching for something. Curious, Peach opened his eyes to see what was going on. Thee gently pulled him closer, wrapping him in a warm embrace. Thee pressed a firm kiss to his temple before moving to his lips. He kissed him slowly, tenderly, nibbling lightly before deepening it with a touch of his tongue. Peach tilted his head, matching Thee's rhythm, fully immersed in the moment.

 

When Thee finally pulled away, it was slow and deliberate, leaving a lingering warmth. He placed another firm kiss on Peach's lips before resting their foreheads together. 

 

Their eyes met, locking in a quiet but intense gaze. Amid the silence, Peach felt Thee's hand tighten gently around his left one. Thee raised Peach's hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Then, in a deep, steady voice, he began to speak.

 

"I, Theerakit Kian Arseniy, vow to love and remain faithful to you, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health..." Thee's voice faltered slightly as he paused. He lowered his gaze to focus on what he held, a simple silver band adorned with three smoky-grey diamonds, gleaming under the soft light. He slid the ring onto Peach's left ring finger, his movements deliberate and reverent. "...to love, honour, and cherish you, for as long as I live."

 

Peach froze, his wide, expressive eyes filled with shock. In mere moments, tears welled up, shimmering like tiny crystals. He had always considered himself someone who didn't cry easily. And had never imagined this moment-this life-altering moment-would happen to him.

 

"Marry me, Peach. I love you so much... so much that I don't know what else to do anymore."

 

A laugh bubbled up from Peach's chest, mixing with the tears that now streaked down his cheeks. He stared at the man before him, this imposing mafia figure who had just sworn eternal vows, slipped a ring onto his finger—and then decided to officially... propose after all?.

 

"It's supposed to come with a proper proposal first, isn't it?" Peach asked, his voice laced with laughter as he raised a hand to wipe away the tears streaming down his cheeks.

 

"I couldn't wait," Thee admitted, pouting slightly as he pulled Peach into a tight embrace. "I want to marry you as soon as possible. I wanted to make it grander, more official, something better, so the whole world knows just how much I love you. But I couldn't do it the way I wanted, and it's already driving me crazy"

 

"And you didn't think I might say no?" Peach teased, a sly smile tugging at his lips. 

 

Thee narrowed his eyes at the cheeky remark before wrapping him up in an even tighter hug, practically enveloping Peach in his chest.

 

"Even if you did, it wouldn't matter. I'd be happy to keep making vows to you all on my own until you're ready to say yes," Thee replied earnestly.

 

Peach couldn't help but smile, his expression softening at the sincerity behind Thee's words. They might've sounded like a jest to anyone else, but Peach knew Thee meant every word he said.

 

"But I don't have a ring."

 

"I do," Thee said with a grin, suddenly sitting up straight and reaching for something on the nightstand. After a bit of fumbling, he produced a second ring box, identical to the first. Inside was another matching ring, the same elegant design but slightly smaller, with bright, clear diamonds that sparkled beautifully.

 

Peach accepted the ring, his lips curving into a soft laugh as his chest filled with affection for the man before him. Even so, he held Thee's hand firmly, drawing in a deep breath. His face softened with a tender smile, his gaze meeting Thee's in an unspoken exchange of love and understanding.

 

Slowly, Peach lifted Thee's left hand, cradling it gently as he slid the ring onto his finger. As he did, he spoke his vow with unwavering conviction.

 

"I, Peachayarat Janekit, promise to love and remain faithful to you, in joy and in sorrow, in sickness and in health... to love, honour, and cherish you for as long as I live."

 

Thee broke into a broad smile, his happiness radiant. He leaned down, capturing Peach's lips in a kiss not heated or urgent, but soft and tender. It was a kiss that conveyed everything he couldn't put into words, brimming with love and devotion, a silent testament to just how deeply he adored the man in his arms.

 

There was no need for a grand ceremony, no priests to officiate the vows. Their witnesses were only the two little siblings, sound asleep and blissfully unaware of the world around them. All that mattered was the person standing before him loved him, cherished every part of who he was. And all that mattered to Peach was that he loved Thee just as deeply in return.

 

That alone was more than enough. No matter when or where, as long as they had each other walking side by side, it was all the happiness Peach could ever ask for.

Nothing else in the world could compare.

 

End of main episode. 

 

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