What kind of punishment is this?

The morning chaos.

It's way past his bed time and Venice is being restless, whiny at times. He is clinging to Pete for his dear life and refuses to be put down in his cot or holds by anyone else. Outside a storm is brewing, just moments ago blinding lightnings and rumbling thunders can be seen and heard. "Why are you acting like a brat?" Vegas can be heard talking to Venice with his eyes fixed at his laptop. "Vegas, you can't talk to a 9 month old baby that way. No, you're not acting like a brat aren't you, baby. The thunder is scary!" Pete cooing at the kid whose face is buried in his chest. "He will sleep with us tonight, Vegas!" says Pete as he walks to their bed.

"No way! He has his own cot!" Vegas scoffs while he throws annoyed look at Pete. "It's not up for discussion. If he doesn't sleep with me tonight, he will never sleep, and I will never sleep so don't even think you're getting any" Pete rambles as he puts Venice in the middle of the bed. He lays down on his side and encircles his arm around the baby, making him a nest. He lifts up his head and calls out to Vegas "aren't you coming?" "I have to finish this first" Vegas answers without looking at him.

It takes Vegas over two hours later to complete his work and that is when he notices the eerie silence. Besides the sound of the slow moving ceiling fan, there really isn't any other sounds at all. He walks to the balcony door, slides it slightly open and the silence engulfs him, there isn't even any insect sounds. As he slides the door open and steps out onto the balcony, a tall palm tree in front of it is struck by a lightning. It shocks him and he falls on his bum, "shit!"

He stares in awe at the burning tree and all of a sudden he could hear the honking of a lorry and the noises made by his bodyguards stationed downstairs reacting to the lightning strike. He shakes it off because which mafia lord is scared of a burning tree for god sake and heads off to bed. He smiles when he sees the nest Pete has built around Venice of himself and he kisses that arm. He lays down on his stomach and places his arms around Venice's legs completing the nest. As he drifts to dreamland while watching Pete's sleeping face, he could hear the thunder coming from afar.

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Pete wakes up at the wrong side of the bed. He always has Vegas on his right side, but this morning when he wakes up facing the ceiling, he sees a slumbering figure on his left, with Venice tucked in between. "Wait, what? How did I get here without rolling off Venice?" He sits up and checks on Venice and sees that the baby is fine and sleeping soundly. He pulls Vegas' shoulder to make him face the other way and realise that it's not Vegas who is sleeping on his side of the bed. It's him.

"WHAT THE FUCK??" At the sound of his scream, Pete, wait that's not Pete, Pete is screaming, but the guy in front of screaming!Pete looks like Pete, but not Pete, starts to cry. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU ME?" Pete picks up the baby and starts heading towards the door. His first thought is to make sure Venice is safe. "MACAU!! I NEED YOU!!" he screams into the corridor and a shocked Macau runs towards him with a gun in his hand. He quickly passes the baby over to Macau and takes his gun.

Barging into the room, he points the gun at the crying guy that looks very much like him. Macau comes from behind and shouts "Hia, what are you doing? Stop it now! Why are you doing this to P'Pete? Put the gun down!" Breathless and still pointing his gun to the guy with his finger at the trigger, Pete is getting confused by what Macau is saying.

Macau comes closer to him and put his hand above the gun and takes it away from him. "Hia, calm down, did you have a bad dream? P'Pete, it's okay.." and he walks towards the bed to calm Pete down. But, the closer Macau gets, the louder Pete is crying. Tears rolling down his face and he starts wriggling around in bed. Macau is baffled and as he turns around to look at his brother, he hears "why did you call me Hia, Macau? You always call me P'" Macau snickers and shakes his head, "Hia, you can stop this prank. P'Pete, you should stop to. This is not funny! It's too early in the morning to do this! Good try, and good going. But, stop it now. You're scaring Venice"

That is when he realises that in his arm, Venice has been awfully quiet in the midst of the chaos. Looking down, he sees two dark eyes staring at him and it gives him the shivers, because those are definitely not Venice's. "Venice, are you okay? These two are playing quite a prank, aren't they? Let's get your bottle!" Venice grabs his arm and digs his little baby fingers into it, "ouch Venice, that hurts! Hia, take him!" He takes Venice in his hands and stretch it out to pass him to Vegas.

Vegas shakes his head "I don't think that's Venice."

"HUH???"

"And I'm not Hia. Macau, I'm your P'Pete!"

"I get it, you're having fun but can you stop it now and takes him. I'm really getting angry now! Why are you two full grown adults doing this? Venice, stop wriggling, you're going to fall! Hia, where are you going? HIA!"

Pete walks to the mirror and nearly faints when he sees himself. He's Vegas. He's in Vegas' body. And as he looks at himself that is still wailing on the bed, he grabs Venice from Macau, "Vegas! Are you in there??" And little Venice starts laughing. Those little baby laughter that should be cute and adorable, but now sounds possessed. "What the fuck is going on?" a barely audible Macau steps back from the scene.

Finally getting a hint at what is going on, Vegas puts Venice in his bumbo chair and walks over to the bed to calm Pete down. "It's okay, baby. Daddy is here." But Pete is inconsolable, most probably because it's Vegas trying to calm him down. "Nong, make Venice a bottle please." Macau just stands there in daze and unmoving. "Nong, please, he needs his bottle." As if scolding Macau for not moving, Venice starts to babble, "a-DA-DA-ba-ba-buuu" while staring at him.

Still weirded out, he walks to the side table and prepares a bottle of milk. Once he's done, he walks over to Venice in the bumbo chair, Vegas comes by, grabs the bottle and checks the temperature before handing it over to Pete in bed. He puts the bottle in Pete's mouth and direct one of Pete's hand to hold the bottle. He runs over his hand on Pete's head and uses his fingers to wipe the tears and snots away from the big baby's face.

Finally, silence. The shocked Macau flopped down on the floor next to Venice only to have his arm grabbed by little fingers with sharp fingernails. Vegas walks over and kneels in front of him. "Nong, this is P'Pete. Your Hia is here" as he points to Venice and "that's Venice on the bed". At this, Venice starts to babble again "BA-BA-DA-DA-DAAAAAAAAA" as he pinches Macau's arm over and over again. Macau makes a mental note to always make sure Venice's fingernails are trimmed.

"What the hell do we do now, P'Pete?"