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  The bdes of the helicopter moved above their heads. Troy looked at his boss, then at the dark clouds above in the sky and shook his head. “Boss, there’s no need for this.”

  King shook his head. “I need to go. They hurt him, so I need to end this and it won’t end if I just sit by idly.”

  “Gun is still in the hospital. He phoned you earlier on. Don’t you want to see him? I’m sure he’s scared.”

  “He’ll learn to get over it. I know he will.”

  Troy bowed to him as he climbed into the helicopter. The doors closed and King nodded his head. Turning to the pilot, King said, “Get me out of here.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Troy backed away as the helicopter lifted into the air and sighed. Shaking his head, he turned around and left the helipad.

  Returning to his house, he looked at Lovely that made himself at home. Frowning, he asked, “What are you doing here?”

  Lovely sighed and stood up. He looked at Troy, saying, “It’s been a while. I’ve missed you.”

  He raised a brow. “And? I told you to its over. Just because you know where I stay and how to get it doesn’t mean you are welcome here.”

  Lovely scoffed. Taking off his jacket and throwing it to the side, he walked over to him and snaked his arms over his shoulders. Staring into his eyes, he said, “If you didn’t want me coming here, you should have changed the locks and passcode.”

  Troy rolled his eyes and pushed his arms away. “You’d just camp out front.”

  Staring at Troy as he walked past him, he couldn’t help but feel abandoned. “So, you’re willing to just end things between us? What happened to the man who said he wanted to be with me through thick and thin?”

  Turning to him as Troy sat down on the couch, he could see that he was irritated, annoyed, stressed, and tired. Maybe being here tonight wasn’t a good idea, especially with Troy’s temper.

  Walking up to him, he kicked Troy’s legs apart and stood between them. Looking down at him into his eyes, he said, “I’ve sacrificed a lot for you. This retionship goes against my family. I’ve watched you lie in the hospital with a broken heart because of the choices you make. I’ve stitched up your bloody wounds and now? You want to leave me just because I’m still in the closet? Four years Troy. It’s been four fucking years and you want to call it quits? How am I going to get four years’ worth of time back?”

  “That’s got nothing to do with me,” he said.

  A crisp sound resounded in the room. Gring down at the red print on Troy’s face, he said, “You’re so fucking selfish. I love you and I know you fucking love me.”

  Troy stood up and grabbed him by the neck. Gring at him, he asked, “And so what if I love you? Do I have to stay with you when I want nothing to do with you?”

  The tears Lovely has been holding back finally made an appearance. “You said it doesn’t matter. As long as we were together. When did things change between us? How can you suddenly want nothing to do with me? Is there someone else?”

  Troy couldn’t stand looking at Lovely as he cried. Sighing, he let go of him and turned his back to him. “No.”

  Hugging him from behind, he rested his head against Troy’s back, crying, “Please don’t do this to us. We were good together.”

  Looking down at the arms that were locked around him, he said, “I’m jealous.”

  “Jealous?” Lovely questioned, as he stopped crying.

  “At others. They go out to restaurants, on dates, vacation but you and I? Why do I have to continue living like this? Just because I love you?”

  Lovely understood what he meant. He felt jealous too whenever he was out and would see couples together. Hugging him tighter, he said, “Do you really have to do this to us? We can work through this–I just need time, Troy.”

  “I don’t have time anymore. I want to start a family before I retire, and being with you, there’s no hope in a lost cause.”

  Lovely shook his head. Forcing Troy to turn to him, he looked at him, saying, “I did it.”

  “You did what?” He asked.

  “The procedure. You asked me to get the doctors to do it for that boy. I did it too,” he expined.

  Troy frowned as he thought about what he said. His eyes widened. “No, you didn’t!”

  He stepped away slowly as he nodded his head. Lifting his shirt, he looked down at his stomach and rubbed it. After I healed, I made sure to get you inside of me but I looked fell sick. Luckily, the doctors said nothing happened and I’m perfectly fine.”

  Making eye contact with the stunned Troy, he said, “Or I should say we’re fine.”

  Troy walked up to him with his eyes focussed on the bump. Reaching for him, he pced his hands on his stomach and said, “But this makes no sense. Ho–how many months?”

  Lovely chuckled as he forced Troy’s hands on his stomach, “Don’t be silly, we have sex every time we meet. Think about it. How better of a way to come out as gay by falling pregnant. My family doesn’t know about the doctors AND I know you want a family. I want one too, but with you, Troy.”

  Troy stared at him. His words never sank in. All he could think of was that night a few months back when he saw bruises on Lovely’s body accompanied by the scar under his stomach. He asked him what happened but Lovely said he fell and now–how many months ago was that? The st time they were together was over four months ago. When he decided to leave him and this retionship—how funny was this turned out to be?

  “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”

  Troy only knew about the doctors through Lovely. With King and Gun no more together at all because King had children with his sister. If only Gun could be the one King had his children with.

  When he heard Gun was in hospital, he immediately took the chance of phoning Lovely and asking him to do this favour for him, hoping that some good might come out of this.

  “Because I almost died? There’s no guarantee that it would work for me. It’s kind of complicated, but we survived.”

  “Will Gun survive?”

  Lovely shrugged, “Is that his name? I heard they had to impregnate him because they weren’t together anymore.”

  Letting go of Lovely’s stomach, he stepped back and shook his head, “You shouldn’t have done this.”

  “What?” He asked in disbelief.

  “You, you don’t want to have a family with me?”

  “No, that’s not it. You said you could die,” he said.

  Lovely chuckled, “Is that what you’re worried about it? Well, don’t, we’ll survive this.”

  Sitting down, Troy stared at the stomach, asking, “What about your family?”

  He shook his head. “All they’ve said is that I’m getting fat.”

  Gun lifted himself up from the bed, ignoring all the pain that was going through his body. Staring at the television that was on in the room that had a picture of the President of Kai Technologies Ltd. He reached for the remote and made it louder, listening.

  “A search and rescue team is out on the search for The President of Kai Technologies Ltd, who was on a helicopter travelling to East of C-Town for a executive meeting. The helicopter is said to have arrived in thirty minutes of its departure, but the storm over E-Metropolitain brought the air vehicle down. Thirty-three-year-old Kai Diloknawarit is well respected amongst his peers and employees and has contributed to the economy greatly. We are praying for the safe return of Mr Kai Diloknawarit.”

  Reaching for his phone with tears in his eyes, he fumbled, but managed to call Troy.

  “Hello?” He answered and Gun could tell from his voice that he was panicking.

  “Troy?” He started in a hoarse voice. “I—I, where’s he? Did they find him?”

  “Gun? Shouldn’t you be resting? How did you find out?”

  “The news?” He answered.

  “Oh,” Troy answered, lost. He was standing in front of a body covered with a white sheet and looked at the police officer, who wore a grave expression. “The—they found him.”

  Gun shook his head. He could hear that his tone was strange. As he opened his mouth to ask him if he could speak to Kai, the screen of the t.v changed to footage of Troy standing with a phone in his hand rubbing his face. Before him on the floor was a body, and it was covered.

  Gun began to panic as his heart shattered.

  “Gun, I’m sorry, King, he—he didn’t make it.”