Venice gets WHAT he wants.
Venice is constantly on the move, because of that, the family started spending more time together in the family room. He even gets a push car designed after a BMW from Porsche and is now regularly using it to cruise around the room.
Both Vegas and Macau are now comfortable enough to doing their work in the room, sitting on the floor with their laptops on their laps, or Macau hunched over the coffee table, head buried in his books. But it's getting weird somehow, things have started to go missing from the room.
First, the TV remote control disappeared. Macau made such a big deal about it and only stopped blabbing once Ton got him a replacement. Then, Vegas' car keys went missing. It was Pete's turn to nag because how careless could Vegas be? That turned to be a disaster because Vegas kept on insisting he placed it on the damn coffee table and they had a fight over the goddamn keys.
Just last night, Macau came back from the toilet to find his scientific calculator missing. He even insisted on giving everyone patdowns, yes, even the baby because he was sure they're pulling his leg.
And tonight, the peace is broken by another mystery.
"Where's my pen?" Vegas suddenly asked Pete who is sitting on the sofa. "Did you even bring a pen?" Pete asked him back.
Vegas huffs, he looks at Pete suspiciously, "I did. It was right here! MACAU!!"
"Well don't look at me. I did not get anywhere near you," Pete sneers at him. Macau walks into the room confused, Vegas clicks his tongue, scans the room and states out loud, "my pen is missing. And not to mention, the car keys too! There's a thief in this house."
Macau shakes his head at his brother, "what thief is stupid enough to take your car keys and not take the car with him?" Both Vegas and Pete nods in silent agreement, that agreement however, turns into disapproval when Macau continues with, "it's a ghost! Heck, maybe it's Pa, maybe he's back!"
Vegas contemplates on honestly smacking Macau's head right now before he freezes when he hears what is coming out from Pete's mouth, "let's get an exorcist then. Wait, where's my phone?"
He stares at both Macau and Pete, baffled. Before turning his gaze towards Venice that is standing with the support of his push car, "I told you this is a weird ass family, kid!"
Behind him Pete is making Macau calls his cell because he can't find it. And the phone rings, all three pairs of eyes are now on Venice and his push car, because that's where the sound is coming from.
"Baby, did you take Papa's phone?" Pete walks over and lifts Venice up. It's not on him, Pete makes a mental note, and the ringing is coming from the push car.
He lifts the seat of the push car to reveal what seems to be Venice's stash. His phone, Macau's calculator, Vegas' pen and car keys with the TV remote control, all tuck safely in the push car.
"I found our ghost thief," he announces. The two brothers walk closer and they both start exclaiming and reaching out to their previously missing items. At that, Venice starts screaming in displeasure and he wriggles in Pete's arms.
So Pete puts him down and he immediately pushes the seat down, scowling at the three men. He shakes his head furiously and he pushes his car forward in his wobbly steps, running over Vegas' foot in the process.
Venice knows HOW to get what he wants.
Venice is lightning fast on all four. One second he's playing right by Pete's feet in the family room, and the next he's already in front of Macau's gaming consoles, little hands jabbing at all the interesting looking buttons.
Pete calls out to him, "Venice, don't do that to Cacau's things. Come here, baby!" He ignores Pete and proceeds to grab a controller before turning around and standing up on his own with the controller still in his hands.
"Oh! Where are you taking that?" Pete asks him and he smiles widely revealing his two bottom teeth. Wobbling on his feet, he falls down on his bum and the controller drops with a loud thunk.
At the sound, Macau walks in the room to see the baby staring at the controller not far from where he is on the floor. "Did you mess up with Cacau's game controller, Veven?"
The baby looks up at him with a guilty look on his face. "Are you going to buy a new one for me if it's broken? How are you going to get the money?" Macau continues to nag. A pout starts forming on the baby's face. His face scrunches and his lips start to quiver.
Macau too starts scrunching his face, "now you're going to start crying? You're such a baby, Veven!"
"That's because he IS a baby," Pete jumps in. He shifts his gaze towards Venice, "it's okay, baby. Say sorry to Cacau." Venice starts to cry and Pete sighs, he walks towards Macau before tapping the boy on his shoulder, "Cacau, go forgive him. I'll go get him some water."
Venice cries with his hands extended to Macau. His older brother comes closer and eventually sits cross legged in front of him. He crawls to Macau and dramatically buries his face in Macau's lap. Macau rolls his eyes and he pats the baby on the back, "okay, enough already. Cacau will get Hia to buy a new one if it's broken."
The baby turns around to lay his head on Macau's lap, tears streaks all over his face, he looks up to Macau and mutters, "Kaka."
He starts wiping the tears and snots from the baby's face with his bare hand, "it's unfair to look this cute, you get away with everything. If I mess up with Hia's things, I can call him Gaga for all I want, he will still kill me! Here, I'll wipe your own snot back on your shirt as revenge," and he starts to wipe his tear/snot stained hand on Venice's body.
The baby starts to giggle because he's ticklish and Macau lifts up his shirt and leans down, blowing raspberries on his tummy. When he's finally done, he looks down on Venice's face to see him beaming, his two teeth showing itself, "Kaka!" The baby calls out to him.
"Urgh, stop it. Don't think I'll fall for this again next time!" Macau scoffs as he realises the baby will get away with murder if he wants it.
Venice wants WHO he wants.
Venice is getting more possessive of his Papa Pete. Instead of calling Pete "Papa" or even "Pa", he calls out to Pete by his name, "piiit" in his baby babbles. If his fathers are sitting next to each other, he will make it a point to throw himself in the middle. Any time Vegas leaned in to give Pete a kiss, if he's anywhere near, he'd do everything in his power to stop it. He flailed and kicked, at times yelping in pure disapproval.
At first Vegas found it cute, but after a couple too many times of getting headbutted and swatted in his face when he tried to give Pete a kiss, he'd had enough. And so he decided that it's time for Venice to get new friends.
"Vegas, he's barely one year old, what do you mean send him to school?" Pete stared at him in disbelief when Vegas mentioned the playschool. "It's not a school school, and he will only go there for an hour, twice a week," Vegas explained and continued, "he needs to get a life and stop stealing my husband all the damn time!" Pete got annoyed and threw a pillow at him that hit bullseyes right smack at the back of his head.
Reluctantly, Pete gave in, admitting that Venice could actually make friends and have fun at the playschool. Macau was a whole lot of a different story though, he was ready to fight both Vegas and Pete for even thinking of sending the baby to some strangers even if it's only for an hour at a time. Sneering at the two, he remarked, "when he grows up, I will tell him that you want to get rid of him by the time he starts toddling!"
Unfortunately, Vegas' plan backfired even on the first day. In the morning when he was dropped at the playschool, he was fine. He didn't even cry as they waved him goodbye, distracted with all the new and shiny things in the playroom. But when they picked him up an hour later, he clung on to Pete for his dear life. Later that night, he didn't even let Pete put him in his cot and instead slept together with them.
This continued on for days. When the third playdate session arrived, Pete made it a point to check with the teachers whether it's normal for a baby to act this way and whether Venice is having any problems in the sessions, to which the reply was, "oh it's perfectly normal. He's just attached to you. He's doing great in the sessions, he even made friends! I'll send you some photos."
The couple lounges at a cafe nearby the playschool waiting for the time to pick the baby up. Pete's phone vibrates and several photos of Venice pop out. In one he's half hugging a boy with ponytails, in another he was kissing a girl on her cheek. The next one shows him patting a younger boy's head. Pete shares the photos in the family group chat and Macau sends over several crying emojis as a reply.
Venice is still clinging on to Pete with his dear life when they fetch him up. But, Vegas gives credit where credit is due. He leans in to kiss the baby and whispers, "you did good, big boy!"
Later that night Vegas holds on to Venice until he falls asleep. He looks up to see Pete looking fondly at them, "he's like you, in many ways than one."
Vegas shakes his head, "only the good ones I hope."
"Well, both of you are obsessed with me, and that's a good one for a start," Pete laughs and he pulls Vegas in for a kiss.
Bonus (stroberikrimm note: Don't mind this one really. I just want Venice to be a boss baby or something. LOL.)
The babies sat in their play circle and it was finally time for Venice to talk. "I am Beniis and I like Piit."
"What's a Piit?" Harry, the boy with the ponytails asked.
"Piit is mine," Venice answered.
Mimi the girl prods further, "is Piit your mommy?"
"No, Piit is mine," he reiterated.
The younger of them all, baby Sprite interjects, "what mine?"
Venice walked over to the baby and patted his head, "one day you will learn, baby."
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VEGASPETE HOUSEHOLD: The Series
FanfictionFollow Vegas, Pete, Macau and.. the special little one, on a journey in their daily lives together as a family. Also features a myriad of other characters, because the more, the merrier. No angst and sadness here, just fluff and crack. LOTS AND LOTS...