"Honey," Kenny whispered, leaning against Zavrion's arm, "don't our parents look so beautiful together?"
Zavrion smiled softly, his eyes filled with warmth as he gazed at Kenny. "Yes, they do."
Kenny kept yawning again and again. Zavrion chuckled. "Are you tired? Do you want to go home?"
Shaking his head with a faint smile, Kenny replied, "No… I'm fine. I feel happy right here."
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The bonfire still blazed, and once again, Kin's fans begged him for another song. This time, Kin picked one of his most famous tracks—the one that had once shaken hearts across countries, a song that had filled entire stadiums with his voice. A melody that lived on every fan's phone, a song that never truly faded.
The guitar's first strum rose into the air, and immediately the crowd erupted. Fans clapped to the rhythm, voices joining his as they sang along. Tears glistened in some eyes, smiles broke on others.
Vixen sat quietly beside Kin, not singing, not moving—only watching him, completely lost in admiration. His heart whispered silently, "Love… I want to belong to you in every lifetime. You are mine and only mine. God himself must have carved you carefully, shaping you for me. My angel, my heaven-sent husband…"
By the time Kin's song ended, the clock had slipped past 10 p.m. The villagers had arranged a small picnic dinner, and after the meal, everyone began heading home, full of laughter and warmth.
Vixen carried Kin back gently, while Zavrion lifted Kenny in his arms—Kenny had already dozed off, his small body heavy with exhaustion.
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At home, Zavrion laid Kenny carefully on the bed. He freshened up quickly, then turned to change Kenny's clothes. But as he leaned closer, Kenny's eyes fluttered open.
"You're awake," Zavrion said softly. "Since you're up, take a shower and then rest properly."
Kenny rubbed his eyes and shook his head. "No… I don't want to tonight. I'm too tired."
Zavrion's lips curved in a patient smile. "Alright then, let me take care of you."
He carried Kenny into the bathroom, helping him wash and slip into a clean outfit. He dried Kenny's soft hair gently with the hair dryer, every touch filled with tenderness, before tucking him back into bed. Within minutes, Kenny drifted into a peaceful sleep, and soon Zavrion joined him, wrapping his arms protectively around the one he loved most.
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Meanwhile, across the house, Vixen hadn't stopped praising Kin since they got home.
"My husband is one of a kind," Vixen said with pride, brushing his fingers over Kin's cheek. "The very best. My angel, sent from heaven just for me. God must have made you with so much care, only for me."
Kin's face turned red like a ripe cherry. He covered his burning cheeks with his hands, laughing softly. "You really like teasing me, don't you? You're making me so embarrassed."
"Then come with me," Vixen murmured, eyes glinting. "I want to love you more tonight… a lot more."
Kin's blush deepened. He buried his face against Vixen's chest, his voice barely audible.
With a smile, Vixen lifted him into his arms and carried him into the bathroom. The warm water of the bathtub surrounded them as they sank in together, sharing whispers, kisses, and moments that belonged only to them.
Later, both emerged fresh, wrapped in soft clothes, their hearts overflowing with love as they slipped under the sheets. The festival laughter still lingered faintly in the night air outside, but inside their home, only warmth, devotion, and quiet promises remained.
To be Continued....