Cover me in sunshine (Completed)

chapter 15

There is an unusual amount of space in the sleeping place. Two soft pillows under the head. And someone else is pressing on his nose and cheeks.

"Mmm... Venice," Pete drawls sleepily, slowly opening his eyes to rest his gaze on the laughing plump-cheeked face opposite.

Pete already wants to get out of bed — no one has canceled the morning routine — when he notices Vegas walking by... ahem... completely without clothes. And apparently — without any shame. By the drops of water that are gathering right at the bottom of his back, Pete guesses where his... and who is he to me now? just came out. Pete is so stuck on this spectacle that he does not have time to pretend to be asleep when Vegas, frozen for a moment, abruptly turns his head over his shoulder, crossing his sharp gaze with Pete's fascinated one. The latter seems to be hit on the back of the head — instantly presses his head to the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut with all his might, not seeing how Vegas is grinning, pleased with his accidental show.

Damn, damn, damn... Pete feels a blush spreading to his ears. At least he could be ashamed of the kid!

"You're already woken up, my sweet ones," it sounds affectionately over the bed in a couple of minutes.

Okay. He can't pretend to be a sleeping beauty forever.

"Good morning," Pete raises himself on his elbows and immediately receives a kiss on the corner of his lips.

Well, wow. Was it so difficult to get dressed right away?

"Morning," Vegas picks up his brother, checking the diaper with one hand. "Uh, I actually changed it two hours ago, but we need to do it again."

Pete grins, crookedly biting his lower lip... Vegas, Venice and him... perfect morning.

"So what? Should I change it again or will you do it?"

"Oh," Pete gets up, "sure, give him to me, Vegas."

It takes Pete a moment to realize that he's not responding to Vegas as a boss at all.

When he is ready (no really) to leave this bed room, Vegas stops him by hugging his waist to press the tip of his nose to the bridge of Pete's nose:

"I'll be waiting for you to have breakfast in forty minutes."

"All right."

At the table, Pete notices the first signs of growing excitement, so he tries — as best he can — to distract Vegas a little. The latter finishes breakfast earlier. Rises from the table, habitually kisses the baby on the forehead, slightly patting the soft crown. Then, touching Pete's shoulder, he reaches for a kiss. But Pete gets up and hugs him tightly first:

"When will you come back?" he allows himself a question.

"Right after… I took two weeks off. I want to spend more time with both of you. You never know what…"

"Don't even think about a bad outcome, do you hear?" Pete grabs the edge of Vegas' face with both palms and gives him a gentle and affectionate kiss.

Vegas hugs him once more, burying his face in the hair at the back of his head for a few moments:

"What would I do without you… Okay," he pulls away and takes a deep breath, "it's time to leave."

Pete lets him out of his arms, but at this moment Venice begins to hum, call Vegas and generally behave very restlessly. Vegas pulls up his trousers on the hips and squats down:

"I have to go, baby. And you, please, take care of our home," Vegas raises his palm. "High five!"

His smart baby vividly applies his palm.