( In the night around 12Pm to 1Am ,At the Ratanawong Mansion : )
( Still In the dining area ):;
..Just as she was about to carry Yot out of the dining room, her phone rang, shrill in the quiet evening air. She glanced at the screen, her eyes narrowing slightly as she saw "Nat" flashing on the display.
She looked back at Yot, his sleepy face nestled in the crook of her neck. "Let's go," she said softly, ignoring the phone and turning to carry Yot out of the dining room
Siri carried Yot out of the dining room, ignoring the ringing phone. As they walked through the luxurious staircase, Yot's sleepy head nodded forward, his eyes drifting shut.
She cradled him closer, feeling his relaxed body surrender to sleep. The soft squeak of her sneakers echoed off the marble floor as she ascended the stairs.
Reaching the top of the stairs, Siri turned left into the opulent hallway, lined with cream-colored walls and adorned with exquisite artwork. The soft glow of the chandeliers cast a warm light on the intricate patterns etched into the vases on the ornate tables.
As she walked down the hallway, Siri passed by her own bedroom door, adorned with intricate carvings and a delicate brass doorknob. A short distance further, she arrived at Yot's bedroom door, which was painted a bright, cheerful blue and adorned with colorful stickers and a sign that read "Yot's Room" in bold, playful letters.
The hallway was bathed in a soft, warm glow, with the chandeliers casting a gentle light on the marble floor. Siri's footsteps were quiet as she pushed open Yot's bedroom door, revealing a cozy and inviting space that was filled with all of Yot's favorite things.
As Siri stepped inside, she was immediately immersed in Yot's vibrant world. The room was a masterful blend of luxury and childish whimsy. The walls were painted a deep, rich blue, reminiscent of a clear summer sky or a still ocean. The floor was covered with a plush, gray carpet that felt like a dense forest underfoot.
Yot's bed, shaped like a sleek, red sports car, dominated the center of the room. The bed's "headlights" glowed softly in the dark, casting a warm, golden light over the surrounding area. A delicate, hand-stitched duvet cover featuring Yot's beloved Hulk adorned the bed, adding a touch of playful sophistication.
Every available surface was cluttered with Yot's treasures: shelves overflowing with toy cars, action figures, and colorful building blocks; a desk littered with crayons, markers, and half-finished artwork; and a cozy reading nook filled with plush pillows and a staggering array of children's books.
One entire wall was dedicated to Yot's favorite superhero, the Hulk. A massive, floor-to-ceiling mural depicted the Hulk in all his green, rage-filled glory, surrounded by exploding buildings and swooping airplanes. The mural was so vivid, so lifelike, that Siri could almost hear the Hulk's thunderous roar echoing through the room.
As Siri approached the bed, she noticed a small, sleek toy box nestled in the "trunk" of the car-shaped bed. The toy box was adorned with intricate, swirling patterns and a delicate, silver latch that looked like a miniature car door handle.
With a gentle smile, Siri laid Yot down on his bed, carefully tucking the duvet cover around him. As she stepped back, the soft glow of the "headlights" seemed to envelop Yot, casting a warm, protective light over his peaceful form.
Siri's eyes lingered on Yot's serene face, her heart swelling with love and affection. She leaned forward, her lips brushing against his forehead in a gentle, soothing kiss , " sweet dreams " she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft hum of the bedside lamp.
As she straightened up, Siri's hands instinctively reached for the duvet cover, gently pulling it up to Yot's chin. She smoothed out the wrinkles, her fingers tracing the intricate stitching of the Hulk's massive muscles.
With one last glance at Yot's peaceful form, Siri turned to leave, her footsteps quiet on the plush carpet. She paused at the door, looking back at Yot's room, now bathed in the soft, golden glow of the bedside lamp. The Hulk mural seemed to loom larger in the dim light, its vibrant colors and dynamic energy a testament to Yot's boundless imagination and enthusiasm.
Siri's lips curved into a gentle smile as she switched off the main light. As she did, a soft, blue-green glow emanated from a string of tiny LED lights embedded in the headboard of Yot's car-shaped bed. The lights, shaped like tiny racing stripes, cast a gentle, comforting glow over the room, illuminating Yot's peaceful face.
She closed the door behind her, the soft click of the latch a reassuring sound that Yot was safe and sound in his own little world...