Last update of the night 4/4.  And yes, his one is more of a drabble as well (not even two full pages on Word), but I thought that it was fitting for this prompt. 

I hope that you enjoy this one!

#72 – Space

Kibum couldn’t stop the smile on his face.  His cheeks positively ached from its placement, but it would not go away.

All of the paperwork had been approved!  All the psychological and emotional tests, the social workers’ inane questions, the observations of Jinae and how she had adjusted to life with her fathers, all of that was done and squared away.

Now they just had to wait for a date from the judge where they could go and bring Munhee home.  They said it would be a couple of weeks.

So Taemin and Kibum, and even little Jinae, were finally transforming the room from a guest room into Munhee’s room. The boy had spent the night a couple of times, the orphanage’s way of easing him into the idea of adoption, but they hadn’t done anything to the room yet.  He knew that neither of them would have been able to take having the room done and completed only to be told that no, their son would not be coming home to them. 

They would never be able to go into the room again.  It would be like the room of a dead child that a parent leaves just the way that they had left it, but it would have been a part of them that had died.

From the moment that they met Munhee they knew, they knew that he was their little boy, he was their son.  They just needed to get him all the way home for good.

And now it was finally time to get everything ready.

Munhee had this favorite t-shirt that he always wore.  It had a cartoon spaceship on it, blasting off into space.  The boy loved it and it was in danger of wearing out it had needed to be washed so many times. 

Taemin had taken in a photo of it to a shop that makes t-shirts and they figured out all of the colors and matched the design as best they could and he’d had another one made that he could slip into the wardrobe as the other wore out so that the boy could have his favorite shirt just that little bit longer. 

But for Kibum, he wanted to do something a little bit bigger to welcome the boy to his new home.

They had barely even opened the paint pails and Jinae already had managed to get a couple of splotches of paint on her adorable rosy cheeks.  

Kibum just laughed and dropped his roller into the tray and took it to the wall once more, having more than a few specks of paint already dribbling down onto his hands and several dots coating his hair.  But, it wasn't a huge room and they had it covered in a light blue paint before long.  Even the ceiling had received a coat of deep blue.

That was the easy part. 

After having waited for the paint to dry, Kibum entered the room in full smock and hairnet several days later.  He set up a ladder and started organizing paints. 

He was going to give Munhee the universe, right in his bedroom.

Kibum started from the middle of the room, creating clusters of stars and constellations just around the light fixture.  Painting them first in a luminescent yellow, before coating them again with a layer of that would allow them to glow in the dark for a few moments after the light was turned off.  After an hour of painting with his neck craned up Kibum had to take a break, but he smiled at the sight that was already taking form. 

He used a mix of lighters blue and purple hues to create depth in the ceiling, forming the illusion that there was no ceiling and that the little boy would be looking directly up into the heavens themselves from his bed every night. 

He painted the Milky Way across the ceiling above the boy’s bed, and even threw in a couple of flying saucers ducking around planet and asteroids throughout the day for Munhee to find. 

It took him the whole day to paint that.  Night had fallen both outside and in by the time he was finally finished with his mission.  His neck and back and shoulders were aching, but as he stepped back to the doorway and looked up at the night sky inside his son's room he knew that it was all worth it.

Now – to find that husband of his.  Someone needed to work all of these kinks out of his back. 

So there you go, just after I put up a blog post saying that I probably won’t be able to post anything for a while, you get 6 posts in 24 hours.

I’m getting that same feeling I had when I was writing The Showdown towards the end there.  My mind just wants to be completely consumed with the writing of this story.  But unlike last time, when I had just graduated from college and was unemployed, I actually have work I am supposed to be doing now.  The semester didn’t start until March, so it is not going to end until mid-July.  So I have to wait that long for the free time to just write as I wish.  I hope you all can hold out just that long.  My goal is to finish writing 100 prompts over the summer.  At that point it should have been approximately a year since I first started the project so it seems a fitting way to end it. 

Now to start back on re-writing all of the partial-stories I lost when my flash drive died. 

See you all around!