Music Gala

[whrrenah]

The one thing Kim couldn't avoid was the Music Gala Awards. Luckily, Anurak was six months old at the time and Kim had more than healed from his 'father's funeral.' Which meant that they needed to prepare for this new shing ding and public appearance. Setting up child care for that evening wasn't terribly difficult, nor was finding appropriate clothing to match the dress codes. Wren was still sporting some baby weight which she didn't care about but knew it was likely the media would go apeshit over.

Choosing something along the lines of lilac and with a shawl for her shoulders, her go-to for jewelry were the gold pearl set, and her hair was done up in ringlets. Both of their phones would be on only for the nanny who was watching the baby, their room securely watched by others they trusted. Kim was supposed to sing a number on stage so he was already decked out in the appropriate attire and Wren could only smile and shake her head. "Any more feathers and you'll go airborne in the stiff breeze," she teased, brushing one of the whispy feathers away from his face. "You look handsome in anything, though. Or nothing at all." The song was going to be a cover and a subtle message to his fans that WiK's heart had been secured by someone else. He could play the part of a 'what if,' but no more than that. Which meant Wren had to be decked out with a mic, too. She had never sung in front of an audience like this and rehearsals had been a test of her patience and Anu's patience as well. Hell, there were times she sang and worked the choreography with the baby on her hip, one arm secure around him through the entire process.

But regardless of what she felt in terms of nerves, she was ready to show the world who her man was and how much she adored him.

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Kim was just glad that everything had gone smoothly for the funeral and the months following. The dust was still settling in the ranks with the family but they had managed to quietly dispatch a lot of their troubles and the people at the root of them.

His attire was a rather well decorated modern renaissance inspired coat the feather boa and a pair of slacks that were in the same fashion as the coat. All black with maroon details. He gave a look to her, the make up artist had already been by doing the elaborate details of his face make up and put enough make up to suffocate an elephant over his abdomen to cover the scars he had since he would be shirtless under the coat.

" Don't be silly. this is for you." he said half joking as he draped the boa around her neck. Silly as it looked with her outfit he gave her a thumbs up. " Beautiful, darling just beautiful." leaning over to give her a kiss to her temple. At this point the only thing that had kept him announcing that he was off market even as WiK had been the publicists who weren't all thrilled with the announcement tonight but were forced to cope with it.

" Hey love, it will be just like when we sing in the pubs and bars together. If the crowd makes you too nervous, just look at me. We got this." he paused to lean in to whisper to her " and be thankful you're not the one with this outfit on." he said winking to her before moving his hand up to boing one of her curls.

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Blinking, she watched as he draped the boa around her shoulders. Okay then. Hell, she knew Thais were weird with fashion for a long time now. Might as well enjoy Rome while she was in there. And his reassurance was all she needed to melt and offer him a smile. "I love you, you know that? And yes, you can keep the ridiculous costumes. But hey, at least it's not basketball shorts, a graphic tee, and a stupid baseball cap." A throw back to the days when they were just starting to see each other and Kim had a very real need to keep himself disguised.

They would be fine. They could do this! And all those times when they went to hole in the wall places just to screw off with karaoke, making other people wonder just who Kim's voice reminded them of and Wren's voice serving melody or harmony as needed kept up with the distractions of keeping others from figuring out who Kim was. It was all practice for this moment, right? And to sing with her husband for the world to see had her excited and anxious at the same time.

The number was during the half way point to the ceremony which meant they could sit together for a little while, trying not to be bored out of their minds. A half hour before they needed to scurry back stage to get ready, Wren couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. It wasn't a familiar feeling and soon she started looking around, trying to catch someone looking back at her. And there were a couple times where she took her phone out of her clutch just to make certain she hadn't missed any calls from the nanny. It was all very odd.

Once she was escorted out of her seat, she couldn't help but notice that feeling was back. Yes, there were fans who waiting along the hall to catch close up glimpses of their idols and there was a classic WiK mob there, too. One hand darted out to catch Kim's sleeve and Wren was caught between freezing in place, afraid it was an ambush and wanting to rush up and knock that hand away. None of the fans should be touching the performers! Attached to the hand an arm was a young man, his eyes dark like midnight as he beseeched Kim for attention. She couldn't hear the words the stranger said to Kim but she thought she could translate the lip movement to 'We need to talk' or some variation of that phrase.

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Kim was always at the epicenter of 'being watched' it was a reason he didn't like large crowded places when they were seeing one another or anytime he wasn't WiK. He was always cautious and had a watchful eye out even when he was on stage or coming or going from the stage.

Their number had gone off with out a hitch and was perfect as far as anything he did went. Though he couldn't just shoot off fire works and bang a drum screaming he was happily married and had a child. He felt that the music got enough of t he point across to disappoint some super-fans and keep others guessing.

They were walking that back hall, the ones he really hated as if something did go wrong they were so packed taking care of a situation would in fact be messy. When the hand grabbed his sleeve his other hand shot out instinctively pushing Wren behind him. It took just a millisecond for him to know who'd hand it was. Looking to Chay, he felt a knot forming in his stomach and the twisting. He would have to explain to Wren later, behind closed doors. He had told her about Chay and about what had happened as a means of telling her what happened the last time he dared to care about someone. That was early on though.

Kim did as Kim often did when there was a highly personal thing threatening to rear it's head. He nodded to Chay, and the hand closest to Wren took her hands while his other hand took Chay by the wrist and he pushed his way through the rest of the crowd. He offered no words or explanation as to who the guy was he was pulling along with him and Wren, just an occasional " Move" when someone was in the way. They could talk in his dressing room. No one would bother them there.

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Since dealing with Kim's father and they way the family was being run now, Wren had the time she needed to acclimate herself and figure out the difference between Kim being an ass and Kim being protective because there was danger. That was an important lesson for her to master and as soon as she felt that hand, Wren shifted like water behind him, her hands poised to bolster Kim but not quite touching him. A moment later and she was being pulled along with the stranger beside her, Kim making a bee line for the dressing room. That was the perk of being famous enough: No group green room for WiK.

Her eyes remained trained on the back of Kim's head, her heart sinking as she was sure Kim was doing something akin to mental gymnastics right now. Was there anything in that room? Power bars and bottle water. It would have to do. She still had no idea who this young man was--probably some old flame? Kim wouldn't have reacted like this if it was a mere fan. She tried to look at the other without making it obvious, wondering if he looked like someone she knew. Maybe? She wasn't certain and she wasn't about to ask, either.

Someone in the hall was making obnoxious fangirling sounds and grabbing for Kim's jacket. Wren thwarted that with a subtle hip check as they finally reached the door. And once inside, she kept an eye on both men as she smoothed out her dress and took a moment to collect herself. And before anyone could say anything, she walked smartly to the concession shelf, picked out a bar and a bottle of water and moved to set it on the table before Kim. Only then did she look up and take the time to study the other man.

"We're going to talk with her, here?" Was Chay's first question.

Wren wasn't impressed. "Considering she is married to Kimhan, yes." They didn't always wear their wedding rings simply because Kim's work carried so many costume changes. Wren's ring was a near constant on her hand. Her annoyance was not directed at Kim in the least, but she was a little exasperated by this interesting turn of events. "I'm sorry I didn't get the chance to learn your name."

And then Chay was back to staring at her in shock because she was as as fluent in Thai as a native was.

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Nervous eating, just another service offered by Kim. As they got into the room and Wren placed the power bar on his table he opened the package and bit about half the bar off chewing and swallowing before saying anything.

Kim took z drink from the water bottle and nodded to Chay. " Yes, she will be staying. I keep no secrets from her." he didn't take into consideration that might be another slap in the face to Chay considering how their relationship had started. He wasn't real good at this whole communicate with people openly.

" Wren, this is Chay. Chay this is my wife Wren." he said after another bite of the power bar and a swallow of water. Thing had ended dicey at best with him and Chay, he tried to apologize and even sent the finished recording of the song Chay had started to write to him. Chay hadn't replied, and so Kim had no choice but to guess Chay wouldn't forgive him for the way things went and what Kim had done and move on with his life.

He had told Wren about what had happened with Chay, in a slightly sauced up depression. He told her how he was afraid he would just hurt or crush anything that got close to him. About the ways he had molded himself to be in order to get by in the life that had been chosen for him. How it had hurt to see how much he'd hurt Chay, but in that moment he could do nothing but push the guy away further. That was what was safest for Chay. He hadn't meant to catch any kind of feels for Chay, just use him to get intel.

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Wren stood by Kim's side, not quite ready to show any vulnerability to the stranger. She caught the flinch after Kim said 'secrets' and she wondered what exactly happened between them. Chay laughed bitterly. "What, I was that much of a loss you decided to switch teams?" The jab was laden with bitter hurt and Wren frowned a little more. "Was I that good of a catch that you decided to never touch a guy again? Because it wasn't that you were brave enough to do anything else but that DM. Fucking coward!"

A fist slammed on the table and instead of flinching and shying away, there was a bit of a conflict as to who was protecting who. Wren was more than ready to slip herself between Kim and Chay. Chay wasn't a fighter, that much she knew. She was more of a fighter than he was, actually.

"Are you here to actually air a grievance or just yell at someone because of your pain?" Wren asked levelly, her eyes harsh even though her body was relaxed. "I'm not going to listen to anyone barrage Kim because they were scorned or whatever happened in the past." She had no clue if this Chay ever knew who Kim was and what his family represented. "I'm sorry for whatever happened, but people have moved on."

"Are you sure about that?" Chay snapped, his dark eyes boring into her silver ones. "Are you completely sure? You don't have what he likes, no matter what pretending playing house time you think you two have. I've been watching him and you aren't with him day and night."

The implication was to get a rise out of Wren but she didn't take the bait. She knew who Kim was with and she knew the parts he had to play. "So you're stalking? Isn't that some sort of offense here?" She was fairly certain she was talking about the times Kim and Hawke had gone out and it made her concerned not only for Kim's well being, but her brother's. Hawke wouldn't understand how turned off humans were to multiple relationships when marriage was involved.

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Kim took the verbal assault on himself. Brown eyes simply looking to Chay, what was once a warm gaze cool and getting cooler by the moment. The kid had some balls coming here like he did. After all this time.

When Wren had stepped in and Chay turned his tongue on her, Kim wasn't sure just when but the solid sound of a slap across Chay's face was heard and the light stinging in the palm of Kim's hand. " If your brother was not involved with mine that would have been a punch. It is one thing to sling mud at me but you will leave her out of your tantrum." he said still cool with his tones with Chay taking another drink from his water.

" I tried to reach out to you, to talk through things. You slammed that door pretty loudly. I am not saying I didn't deserve it, I am saying it is fucked up that you come here this way acting like I left you standing there with no answers. It's not like this is a fresh wound, you chose silence for years, Chay. Years." he took another breath his eyes narrowing. " Are you really that full of yourself that you thought I would stand there with my heart in my hand waiting forever? You had more than a handful of chances, you knew how to get a hold of me. If you forgot you could have asked Kinn or Porsche. You didn't. The ship sailed and now you stand here throwing words at Wren like that? Disrespecting me? I am not your toy to play with when you feel like it and toss around when you don't. I never meant to hurt you. I tried to talk about that with you, I finished the song. I sent you that. I asked you to stay. You walked away, not me."

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Chay felt the sting of that slap and he almost looked guilty at what Kim said. But he doubled down and turned back to Wren. "You don't know what he's capable of. Going behind your back with his...American bodyguard, I guess. How sleazy is--" And then there was another slap, this time from Wren, this time backed by the burning sting of ozone. His head rocked and he staggered back a step as Wren lowered her hand.

"You don't know what I'm capable of," she said lowly. "And I prefer to keep it that way. That slap was for disrespecting me, my husband, your brother and your brother's lover. Oh-and my brother, while we're at it. I'm not sorry that things didn't work out between you and Kim. And you have no right to stalk him or my family. It takes a level of understanding and acceptance that you've yet to grow into and it shows, Porchay." Oh yes, she knew his name, even if she didn't know his face before. That was the benefit of people underestimating her- she could pick up information that wouldn't have been voluntarily given. Even better when some new security thought she didn't know Thai at all, despite it probably being very clear on her dossier. And she knew about that song, saw the notes and lyrics that Kim never sang and never put in any album, but kept in his folder of works.

There was a look of shock on Chay's face, eyes on the woman as she lifted her chin, her own gaze a steely silver. "Now, I'm all for closure, talking things out so there's a proper end. But if your intention was to come here and pretend to be a hero by saving my honor or whatever imagined reputation I have, I'm calling security. Neither of us owes you any explanation about our marriage and personal life. So.. if you want to talk and close it out, fine. But if you're here to tut about how much better you are..." She slid a chair out from under the table, placing a hand on Kim's shoulder in encouragement, "I will tell you right now that you aren't. Because the better man would live his own life and not chase down past hurts in an attempt to claim that they are better."

Wren took a breath, waiting for a response from either man before continuing. "Sit. Discuss it, and end it. You're not getting Kim back, Chay, even if I gave my blessing."

Still stunned, Chay did sit, the red mark on his cheek apparent. Finally tearing his eyes from her, he looked to Kim. "She knows everything about you?" It was more of a statement than a question. "A part of your world, I take it." That was the only reason why it would work, right? Because someone outside of the underworld would never tolerate something like this! Except maybe his brother, which Chay idolized and thought was stupid at the same time for falling in love with a Theerapanyakul. He wasn't about to address his own stupid heart.

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Kim leaned on the dressing table folding his arms across his chest. Once Chay had spat his venom and Wren had taken him down a notch or two his eyes shifted from Wren to Chay. Holding a hand up for Wren to calm down a little. He was different than when Chay had known him. His life changed and the way he did things changed, even if it was only a little bit at this stage.

" Did getting all of that out make you feel any better?" he asked his eyes not leaving Chay. " It didn't change anything. We are still here, the situation the same as it was before." Kim pointed out in that cool tone that Kim was known for.

" To answer your question; Yes, she is part of my world. Not in the way you think though as she has nothing at all to do with my family affairs or the business." there was a moment of contemplation before Kim spoke again, as he tried to weigh if he really wanted to say what was on his mind to the other man.

The end choice was that he did, " When I met Wren she was a college student just out with friends. She knew nothing about me or who I was under the WiK persona." taking a breath " The same as you. I had no intention of opening up to her. She didn't give up, and when I pushed her away and tried to out right chase her away, she believed that I was worth fighting for. Even when I did things that broke her heart. She understood and was able to see that I did that to protect her the only way I knew how to." still looking to Chay " I did that for you too." picking up his water and taking a drink from the bottle he then offered the bottle to Chay.

" She was able to see that my life is different than a normal persons life, and that life lead me down paths that most others would only see in movies. Even with the danger that life brings, I always thought that the biggest threat to those I care for wasn't that life, but me."

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She remained quiet, watching both of them, Chay especially as he took the bottle from Kim. To his credit, he didn't throw it or use it as a weapon (stupid, flimsy plastic) but he seemed to be comprehending all that had transpired, and the fact that she and Kim were a solid unit. They were unmalliable.

Chay took a drink, looking like he was contemplating his next move. "Porsche said you had a kid now, too. After Korn died." He suspected that Korn's fate was dealt with by someone close but as to whom, he didn't know. Could have been Porsche for all he knew. "So she just figured out that you had a soft heart under all that blood?"

"Sometimes, taking everything in life at face value and never thinking that there is a nuance to existing is a detriment," Wren said softly. "And the most stalwart of personalities hold the most fragile things underneath." And the opposite could be true, too. Those people who were overly emotional could be steely in heart and mind. The nuances between the two was not an easy thing to spot and she had the feeling that Chay was going to be lost for a few more years learning that. "I slapped him silly for stealing a kiss."

Chay blinked.

"And I'm sure it stung for a little while." Her eyes slid over to Kim. "But he got over it." Damn right he did. "Anyway. We are married, we have a child, and we have nothing to want."

The younger man sat there, thinking silently for what felt like forever. Then there was a sharp rap on the door, making the seated guy jump and the others on edge. Then the tell tale wail of a highly upset child came from the other side of the door and Wren looked guilty. "Crap, how long has this been going on?"

The nanny was already apologizing, trying to soothe the distraught baby. "I'm sorry! He just started screaming for no reason and nothing was settling him. I don't even know what happened, he was sleeping just fine!"

Wren was sure that Anu was energy sensitive and no matter where they were in the building, he would pick up on the surge of magic that had come from her. Sighing softly, she reached out to take him. "It's alright. I can take him. It'll be okay, little prince. I'm sorry."

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It was a good thing that Chay had curbed it with his temper. Kim would have kicked the other man right in the knee cap had he tossed the bottle or other wise weaponized it.

" Something like that." Kim answered to Chay's question. It was more than just that but Kim wasn't giving any more information than really needed to defuse the situation. He nodded as Chay asked about a child, but wasn't planning to get any deeper than that when the knock on the door happened.

He could hear Anu crying on the other side and really he would be a liar if he had said he wasn't annoyed in the least by the nanny bringing Anu here. He couldn't say that he trusted Chay's motives or intentions very much and if Chay tried to hurt his kid they would be returning Chay to his brother in a zip lock baggie.

The last thing he wanted was the magic portion of their lives exposed to Chay, he brought his hand up gently rubbing his son's back. " Colic" he said to give Wren the hint to not talk about her magic and the real reason Anu was so upset in front of Chay. " I think there are some drops in the drawer in the bathroom."

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Wren didn't want anyone else to know, either but with Anu freaking out, it was easy for her to forget sometimes. Her attention was on their child and her priority was to get him settled and safe. On Kim's hint, she could only smile warmly in gratitude. "Thank you for the reminder," she said openly and honestly. Wren had come to rely on Kim for the necessary lies to keep the family safe. She couldn't without looking like a huge idiot with 'LIAR' tattooed on her forehead.

Slipping into the bathroom, she took her time looking for something that could be used as the 'colic medicine' bottle.

"Are you staying with that family, now that you have a child to look after?" Chay really didn't have a motive to that question. It seemed completely alien to him that anyone would want to stay in the mafia underworld with an innocent being to look after.

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Kim was hoping that once Anu stopped fussing Wren would just grab a bottle and just let the details roll. Chay's attention wasn't much on the baby right at the moment anyway. He would also have to talk with the Nanny later about when he was in meetings with Wren to deal with situations with out bringing Anu in. It was lucky Chay wasn't the kind that would do anything to harm a baby. A phone call first would have been ideal to make sure that it was okay to bring Anu.

Kim chuckled lightly. " No, we have our own place. She likes horses and other things like that so we got a place so she could have them. Her family lives in America land of terribly bland food." he said answering the question with just enough information but not too much information.

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"And privacy, and peace, and quiet," Wren chimed in as she returned with a bottle and a shawl covering her shoulders and the bodice of her dress. Still frowning because Anu was slow to settle, she handed the bottle to Kim before running her hand over the baby's hair, murmuring something that definitely wasn't Thai or English. "Which seems to be a work in progress."

Sitting down, she made extra certain that her shawl was firmly in place and then levelled her gaze back to Chay. "So. Why are you really here? There's got to be more than you just wanted to see your ex and play 'catch up'."

Chay stared at her in shock, not knowing what else to say at first. "How did..? Well, yes. There is something business to discuss." His eyes went back to Kim as he rested his wrist on the edge of the table. "My manager thought it would be good PR to collab on an album together. Bringing the seasoned musician on with the new one--and it was something that was going to help promote the university and bring up attendance and enrollment, so they were eager to get in on that, too." His eyes shifted back to the baby in Kim's arms, then briefly to Wren. "But if you're busy--"

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Kim could figure that there was a reason Chay showed up like this after all this time, but he was also aware that Chay was very emotional. It could be an issue in the past too, Kim had to pull the boy out of a bar when he was on an emotional bender and nearly did something very stupid.

He still wasn't sure that someone hadn't sent him in to gather intel on him. There was always that threat, Kinn had the very same issue previously with an ex after all. While he was waiting it out, Wren just called him out. Well, that worked too.

He held the baby lightly bouncing him on his knee as he listened to Chay's reason. " Chay, you already know that my schedule is flexible." Kim still did pretty much what he wanted just as he always had in regards to his music and career there.

He looked to Chay, " The concern I would have has a lot to do with the display you just put on here. I can't work like that and I won't work like that." Kim was frank with Chay, it was the only way things were going to be settled. He tilted his head toward Wren. " She's my manager, you will have to see to the other details with her."

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"She's what?" Chay's eyes widened as he looked to Wren who nodded her head slowly. And with a defeated groan, scrubbed his face with both hands. "Your manager. Of course. I fucked up, didn't I?"

Wren's gaze was steady, working hard not to reveal anything. "To put it lightly." She was gracious enough to accept the wai that was near to Chay's forehead with a nod. "If Kim is willing to overlook the gross overstepping of protocol, then I am as well. This means, if a contract is going to be negotiated, it is to be negotiated by the management, not the artists. This is a business deal, not a shooting-the-breeze, jam session between old pals." Her tone was all business with no room for negotiation. The next statement was brought about in a marginally gentler tone. "It would have been different if the approach was different, Chay."

But no, she was in full agreement with Kim. If anything was going to be collaborated, it would be by the books with no wiggle room. As it was, it was proven to her as well that Chay had some issues with reigning in impulses and she would have none of it with her husband and currently, their child involved.

The other man sighed heavily, nodding in agreement. "Fine. That's fine. I just thought--"

"Here is my card to give to your manager," Wren added briskly and without rancor as she slid the business card across the table. "Have them contact me and we will move forward from there, forgetting this ever happened providing there are no further outbursts. Have trust that the contract will have a definite clause about something to this effect."

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" You thought that because of our history things would be more personal. Maybe it could have been, but due to the clear line in the sand here..." he shrugged his shoulders.

" As stated she is my manager and anything business related needs to be cleared and run by her." he said " I am not even sure where I am supposed to be and when. If not for her reminding me I would have missed this event."

He stood up lifting the baby over his head and giving him a playful swing. " That's better." he said as Anu started to giggle at being lifted by his Dad. " No more tears little man."

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As always, whenever she saw Kim interacting with their child, her heart melted. She was sure it was seen on her face, too. Clearly, lancing the poisonous wound that was Kim's father and draining the toxic away had done a world of good for the man and giving him the needed time and space to come into his own person. And she loved him all the more for it.

Chay watched the interaction, knowing now that whatever could have been was gone. He had only himself to blame, too. Sighing, he pushed himself back from the table, fingers drawing the card with him. "Thank you for not completely shuttering the idea. I will have my manager contact you, Khun Wren." Better to try for a dignified retreat than cause more trouble, he supposed.

"And Kim? Congratulations on your family."

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Of course now that he had Anu giggling and wiggling around excitedly, it was time to hand him back to Mom. Kim had already suffered hard baby head to the face more than a couple times during play.

He looked to Chay, " Thank you." there was a pause " Next time you crash a show you'd better come with enough noodles for all of us." he said trying to end this meeting on a bit of an upper tone. Things had changed, but that didn't mean that with time they couldn't build a friendship and make amazing tracks together.

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That was another thing that melted Wren's heart: Kim's newfound ability to adjust. While she wasn't thrilled that Chay had come barging in like he had clout to throw around, the fact that Kim had offered compromises was something she was happy to see.

Chay, in turn, managed to be a little more graceful on his exit than his entrance, nodding his head to both of them and even managing a small smile as he left the room. With Anu in her arms and pulling on her hair, she turned to Kim with a bright smile. "I'm so proud of you, love. You didn't owe him anything. I know you might think you do, but honestly after all this time? No. You were extremely generous in offering to continue a gig when you didn't have to."

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He held the half grin long enough to see Chay out the door, stepping over to close the door behind the young man and lock the door before sliding down the door.

" Don't be proud of me just yet, things still haven't happened. Though, in this instance I really don't feel like I owe him anything." at the end of the day the fact Chay never responded to the song had worked out. He was able to protect Chay and keep him out of the thick of things. Porsche already knew what he was getting into, he never felt that the guy needed his pity on that front.

" He couldn't handle what I am back then, I don't expect much different this time around when things hit the fan." he looked up to her " It is a big ask to accept that part of me after all." he thought it was for Wren, but Wren was cut from tougher cloth than to crumple.

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"My love," She had a time squatting down in that dress with the baby-she was almost sewn into it, much to her dismay. Wren's eyes were serious through her mussed up hair as the baby was nomming on her ear, making little growling noises. "You are not too much. You're not over the top, you are not so wild that you can't be handled. You are enough. And you are enough for me. Just as you are, with all your perfections and all your flaws. And even if this goes no farther than this because we all have to remember we need to figure out how reasonable his manager is--most likely some man who thinks the little foreign girl doesn't know business-- the fact that you've gotten this far is a big deal and I'm going to celebrate it whether you agree with me or not."

She made a weird face and shied away from the baby as a string of drool connected his open mouth with her ear. "I am not a fan of this teething business. If he's not gnawing on my boob, he's drooling on the rest of me."

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He looked to her and slightly lofted an eye brow. " Thank you, but here's the thing. I don't care if I am too much for others, or if they can't take what I am, or who I am." he leaned his head over risking also getting slimed to kiss her forehead " You can. That is all that matters to me now. You've walked with me to hells gates and didn't bat an eye lash." he brought his hand up to move the shawl away from her. " You're awesome, and look crazy sexy in that dress." it didn't matter if there was milk spots, she was beautiful to him.

" If you didn't have our son in your arms I would cut a slit up the side of that dress, and fuck the every loving hell out of you right here." he said lowly to her, all the while playing with the baby and smiling like the big goofy dad he was turning into.

Kim managed to move his hand and take a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe off his poor wife and his sons face. " He's just practicing for later in life that's all." he said trying to keep the pervy chuckle in.

[whrrenah]

While he may not care, she did. If people couldn't accept Kim because he was 'too much,' then they had no reason to have his attention. "I will walk with you into the fires of hell as many times as it needs to happen," she murmured, touching his cheek tenderly. "We will always come out of it forged stronger than before."

She was still very aware of the milk spots on the dress. Shit, it was something from wardrobe, too! But then again... they wouldn't miss it. With the amount of money that could be thrown around... "So let's go back to the hotel and you can cut it off me then once Anu is down for the night." No guarantees that he would stay asleep, but she was confident they could get one round in before he woke up for one reason or another. Or it was very possible that the outing would have tired him out to the point of sleeping through whatever muffled ruckus she and Kim were going to do! And as he played with the baby, she was able to murmur hotly in his ear. "This is a definite cause for celebration. I hope the hotel walls can hold us up as well as the safehouse wall did."

And as for Kim's dirty joke? She scoffed playfully, smacking his arm. "We do not practise that with our parents, Kimhan. Special Hell is not in our cards, alright?"

[meanmugging]

" As I will with you as well." he said cementing his promise to walk through hell with her if need be too with a soft kiss. As for wardrobe? He'd call it even considering the wild get up they had put him in this evening and the firm pressure of the pants against his nether region. For a person who could get a wood stock at the drop of the hat with his wife in the right outfit? They asked for that dress to be returned in tatters.

" If they don't that's fine.." he said back to her his hand sliding up the lace of the dress gathering it into his hand enough to trace his finger over her thigh. " I still plan to make sure the carpet has a large wet spot when we are done." spoken as he slid his finger toward her inner thigh, stopping just short before letting the gown fall back down.