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Single dad Hua Cheng and baby sitter Xie Lian
By the time San Lang arrives home, E’Ming is still full of energy. He bounds off the couch when he hears the car in the driveway, running to the door.
“Papa’s home, Papa’s home!” E’Ming jumps at the door, trying to peek through the frosted glass.
“Yes, yes,” Xie Lian laughs, lifting E’Ming onto his hip so he can press his face to the glass. “Come on, give your Papa some time to come inside.”
Through the frosted glass, Xie Lian can only make out the distorted shape of San Lang climbing out of his red sports car and walking to the door, the red of his coat and black of his hair combined together.
With his free hand, Xie Lian unlocks the door and pulls it open. San Lang stands there, eye wide with surprise. Xie Lian’s face colours, and he fears that he’s overstepped. Even E’Ming is quiet for the first time in six hours, his head resting against Xie Lian’s shoulder.
“Welcome home,” Xie Lian says in a hurry, just to fill the stunned silence.
“Welcome!” E’Ming repeats. He wriggles in Xie Lian’s arms, arms outstretched until San Lang grins and scoops him up.
“This is the first time anyone has had the energy to greet me at the door.” San Lang is looking down at E’Ming but Xie Lian still feels like he’s being sized up. When San Lang lifts his gaze, it’s to look over Xie Lian’s shoulder. He raises his eyebrow. “The first time my house still looks the way I left it, too.”
“Papa, Papa, I had so much fun!” E’Ming tells him, tiny fists clutching at the lapels of his crimson coat. “Gege is so much fun! Can gege come again?”
“That’s not up to me,” San Lang says, even though it very obviously is. He finally settles his gaze on Xie Lian, his dark eye twinkling with mirth. “What do you say, Gege? Will you come back?”
“Yes,” Xie Lian breathes. He clears his throat. “That is—E’Ming is a wonderful child. I’d love to spend time with him again.”
San Lang’s smile curves a little deeper. His gaze feels piercing. “Just E’Ming? Won’t you spend time with both of us?”
Xie Lian laughs a little awkwardly. “If San Lang is there, then I’m not needed am I?”
San Lang’s lips press together into a line and Xie Lian wonders if he’s displeased. Before he can say anything, however, E’Ming speaks up.
“No!”
“No?” San Lang asks, bouncing his son on his hip.
“Both Papa and Gege!”
“Well, he’s made his request,” San Lang laughs, turning that irresistible gaze on Xie Lian again. “Will you say no?”
Someone has to, and clearly you don’t do it enough, Xie Lian thinks to himself. He keeps it to himself and smiles.
“Spending time together sounds like fun.”
San Lang smiles. “Yes, I think so too.”
By the time San Lang arrives home, E’Ming is still full of energy. He bounds off the couch when he hears the car in the driveway, running to the door.
“Papa’s home, Papa’s home!” E’Ming jumps at the door, trying to peek through the frosted glass.
“Yes, yes,” Xie Lian laughs, lifting E’Ming onto his hip so he can press his face to the glass. “Come on, give your Papa some time to come inside.”
Through the frosted glass, Xie Lian can only make out the distorted shape of San Lang climbing out of his red sports car and walking to the door, the red of his coat and black of his hair combined together.
With his free hand, Xie Lian unlocks the door and pulls it open. San Lang stands there, eye wide with surprise. Xie Lian’s face colours, and he fears that he’s overstepped. Even E’Ming is quiet for the first time in six hours, his head resting against Xie Lian’s shoulder.
“Welcome home,” Xie Lian says in a hurry, just to fill the stunned silence.
“Welcome!” E’Ming repeats. He wriggles in Xie Lian’s arms, arms outstretched until San Lang grins and scoops him up.
“This is the first time anyone has had the energy to greet me at the door.” San Lang is looking down at E’Ming but Xie Lian still feels like he’s being sized up. When San Lang lifts his gaze, it’s to look over Xie Lian’s shoulder. He raises his eyebrow. “The first time my house still looks the way I left it, too.”
“Papa, Papa, I had so much fun!” E’Ming tells him, tiny fists clutching at the lapels of his crimson coat. “Gege is so much fun! Can gege come again?”
“That’s not up to me,” San Lang says, even though it very obviously is. He finally settles his gaze on Xie Lian, his dark eye twinkling with mirth. “What do you say, Gege? Will you come back?”
“Yes,” Xie Lian breathes. He clears his throat. “That is—E’Ming is a wonderful child. I’d love to spend time with him again.”
San Lang’s smile curves a little deeper. His gaze feels piercing. “Just E’Ming? Won’t you spend time with both of us?”
Xie Lian laughs a little awkwardly. “If San Lang is there, then I’m not needed am I?”
San Lang’s lips press together into a line and Xie Lian wonders if he’s displeased. Before he can say anything, however, E’Ming speaks up.
“No!”
“No?” San Lang asks, bouncing his son on his hip.
“Both Papa and Gege!”
“Well, he’s made his request,” San Lang laughs, turning that irresistible gaze on Xie Lian again. “Will you say no?”
Someone has to, and clearly you don’t do it enough, Xie Lian thinks to himself. He keeps it to himself and smiles.
“Spending time together sounds like fun.”
San Lang smiles. “Yes, I think so too.”