Cover me in sunshine (Completed)

chapter 7

"What? Not ready yet?"

"For what?"

"Pete. A cabin on the waterfalls. I warned you. Have you forgotten?"

"Ah... Khun Vegas!.. Give me a few minutes!"

Of course, Pete hasn't forgotten, but he didn't really expect Vegas to remember his offer. So on Saturday morning he calmly gets up and starts doing his usual routine. Taking care of Venice is a pleasure to him. And there is also a danger in this, which they were warned about even at the courses: you can't get attached to your wards as your own kids. But how to resist this attachment when the baby is so nice? And it's also fun with him and he learns everything so quickly. How could that woman abandon him?

Pete promptly cleans up the table after breakfast, just in case, once again changes diapers, takes everything necessary, dresses himself and goes downstairs with the baby in his arms.

Uh?..

"Hey-y-y!" the same guy he almost bumped into when he was carrying off Venice, who made his way into Vegas' bedroom, intones to him.

"Hello."

I see. Hmm... if you wanted to spend time with the boyfriend so much, why drag me and the baby there?

Pete is hurt. For Venice. He thought that there would be another opportunity for these two to become closer to each other - a change of scenery, nature, communication in the fresh air always bring them closer. And in the end, everything will be as usual — Venice is on his hands for a day, and his older brother is humping with his lover at this time.

"Somchai, Pete," Vegas briefly introduces them to each other, "well, you know Venice," the young master grins, "Pete, go to the car, it's open there, we'll come up soon."

Along the way, Somchai behaves very loosely. He makes silly jokes, playfully touches Vegas' hair, puts his hand on his knee, and then on his shoulder, for which he receives from the latter:

"Hey, I'm driving."

"So?" the great seducer continues, "I'm not snatching it out of your hands, am I?"

"Calm down," Vegas frowns, throwing off the restless guy's palm from his shoulder.

From his seat at the back, Pete can clearly see his rather beautiful facial features, large, of rare shade, gray eyes and plump lips. He's a little taller than Vegas. Pete noticed this back in the house. But with external attractiveness, this beauty seems to be somehow empty, devoid of life. And he is all the time simpering, making faces and looking very affected. However, Pete immediately mentally chastises himself for such thoughts: what does he care about the appearance and manners of the master's boyfriend?

They are worth each other.

"It must be hard for a guy to mess with a baby, huh, Pete?" Somchai asks with a grin.

"I'm not complaining," Pete says shortly, without changing his serious face expression.

"Come on? Do you enjoy changing his diapers and wiping his snot?"

Pete notices how sharp Vegas's gaze has become in the mirror.

"All of us used to be kids," Pete says with the same seriousness.

"So, you like kids, don't you?"

"I do."

"Wow, you and I," he clings to Vegas again, patting him on the cheek, "will someday have babies, too, right, honey?" Somchai laughs, and then turns back to Pete, grinning even nastier, "well, do you have a girlfriend? Or a boyfriend?"