Cover me in sunshine (Completed)

chapter 12

Next morning, Pete wakes up with the feeling of uncertainty in his chest. It's still too early, so he has time to lie down and think over the yesterday.

Especially its ending. The wave of euphoria eventually subsided, and Pete has to look at what happened and what did not happen in a more real light.

Vegas said he was afraid of losing both of them. Vegas was hugging him. Vegas almost kissed him.

But.

Pete stays at this house due to his job. Vegas is his employer. And Vegas has a boyfriend and they've been dating for three months.

And if he can believe that record holder, for Vegas to have a one-night affair is a way too easy task.

While Pete is thinking about this, another thought comes to mind: what about himself? Is he really ready to cross the line, or is it better to try to pretend that "nothing happened", "let's just move on."

As a result, Pete decides that, as before, he will first of all think about Venice and take care of him while there is such an opportunity, and Vegas ... Let Vegas decide for himself, to begin with. And if all this is not serious, Pete will not get upset.

In any case, he won't show it to anyone.

Today, Venice is holding the spoon himself — of course, under Pete's control, but the baby is trying so hard that the young man's heart is filled with pride, as if Venice is really his own son.

If only...

Pete tries his best to drive away the thought that someday he will have to part with Venice. On the other hand, it will be easier for him if the kid stays with Vegas. Pete is sure that although he does not admit it, but Vegas wants to win the court not only because of the house.

After breakfast, Pete traditionally takes Venice to the garden. Every time the baby learns to walk further and further without his help. There is a soft lawn in the garden, but Pete still worries when the baby plops down on his knees. And now, having allowed Venice to hobble a couple of meters, he tries to put the crying baby on feet, but he is stopped by a palm that falls on his shoulder.

"Stop rushing to him headlong because of every snot. Don't be such a jelly with him. Or you'll raise up a spoilt kid for us."

Uh... us? He means, him and his... ahem.

"What can I do? He's crying," Pete says as an excuse.

He looks around: Vegas is standing by his side in shorts and, really? in a sleeveless shirt. Beautiful muscle lines are perfectly emphasized by such a light top. Pete suspects that he is not looking in Vegas' eyes for an impermissibly long time.

"So what? Crying. He'll cry and stop," Vegas leans to his ear, "don't make a future smudge out of him."

Pete rolls his eyes.

"Khun Vegas."

"That's me," Vegas winks at him, removing the hand from his shoulder. "Did Venice wake up often?"

"No. He slept well."

"Okay. And you? I hope you only had good dreams."

Pete nods, biting his lip, and then asks.

"What about you? Did you sleep well tonight?"

Vegas rubs his chin between the thumb and the forefinger.

"Amazing."

Pete clears his throat with a cough.

"Khun Vegas?"