《Scentless Curiosity [KristSingto Fanfic]》29: End
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Kit: This is last chapter of the main story, there is still one extra chapter so stick around for BrightWin :3
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It was the year 2035 and the Ruangroj household were welcoming their fourth child home. Just a few days back, the 'Madam' of the house went into labour, the people working there were used to it by now having experienced it two times and calmly carried out everything needed to be done.
"Uncle Tong, is Nong Win's crib ready?"
The butler, Uncle Tong, replied affirmative as he tried to keep his excitement in. This was the fourth young master!
"Wu..." He is so cute!
"Uncle, do you want to hold him?"
And so, the new-born was transferred from Krist's arms to the butler's. His grandchildren were already old enough and they did not meet up often due to their jobs, having young ones in this mansion was something that delighted him a bunch.
"Mama!"
Fiat came half crawling and running with his twin behind him, the caretakers were running after them making sure they did not fall and hurt themselves.
"Is a baby!"
The two year olds were ecstatic at the thought that they were not going to be the youngest anymore. These two devils were very silent when in their Mama's womb but somehow they were extremely hyper and active when they came out. One twin required two to three people watching him because even when they only knew how to crawl, they were already disappearing left and right.
"Fiat, Cop, this is nong Win. He's your baby brother."
Fiat crawled closer, clawing at his Mama's pant leg wanting to get to a higher ground. "Can see?"
"How about I bring you up later to see the baby? I have to discuss some things with Papa."
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"Yay!"
Once the two went back into their playroom in the same fashion they came out, Krist pulled Singto the couch. The butler had already brought Win back into his room.
"P'Sing, we need to find something to manage those two..."
"Something to put their energy into?" Because right now they were only two, they had no lessons and no nothing. They basically played around the whole day, torturing the caretakers, only becoming obedient when their parents were with them.
"We don't have to involve them in something very straining, just something to tire them out or something..."
Sports would work but they were afraid they would get hurt. Krist clapped his hands together as he thought of something, "Dancing!"
"Not bad actually. They could also get exercise."
And that was settled, when the twins could stand and run around properly, they would see if they wanted to try dancing. The pair did not know that this lead to twin dancing enthusiasts in the future.
Krist leaned against Singto's shoulder, "I'm tired..."
Singto pat his head gently, keeping his voice soft, "Sleep then, I'll carry you up later."
True to his words, when Krist woke up four hours later, he was on their bed with a new set of clothes on. He sniffed himself a little and found that he had been bathed, evident from the fresh scent of their bodywash.
"Master Krist, are you awake? Dinner is ready."
"Mm, I'll head down soon."
When he reached the dining room, Tae was back from school and had changed out of his uniform, the twins were in their chairs already making a mess of their food. His husband was feeding the baby milk. "Sorry, you had to take care of Nong Win..."
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"It's fine, he's a good boy. He caused no trouble."
A helper brought out a plate of food for him and he thanked her before she went off for her dinner. Before staying in this mansion, he felt that they should also eat together with him but he realised after that the dining room could not fit all the helpers and maids.
Dinner passed quietly with occasional questions and dialogues. As always, he asked if Tae needed any help with his homework before going off to entertain the little twins who he had not played with for a while now.
Life now was great and it would only get better in the future.
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