Cover me in sunshine (Completed)

chapter 17

Blueberry sky. Somewhere behind its starry veil, the clouds seem to have fallen asleep. Sweet silence. Pete is lying on the grass, enjoying the moments when you can just be silent and dream. Dreaming about someone so distant, but so close and dear

Three weeks since his return. Pete's granny managed to be taken home only five days ago, but their small household is almost entirely on it now. Pete cooks, cleans the house, tinkers in the yard and in the garden. And he devotes all his little free time to savoring every moment, looking through photos and videos from Vegas, answering messages and calls. Pete appreciates such moments. Actually, since childhood, he has always appreciated moments and emotions received in them more than material things. And when his friends were saving up for another gadget, Pete could spend his pocket money on going to the movies or rides in the park. It seemed to him, and now he is sure of it, that someday at old age he will regret much more not about the absence of some fashionable item, but about the fact that did not remember his life.

The sound of an incoming message.

Vegas.

Pete smiles at the notification on the screen.

Vegas...

Wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are added to the smile. The thing is that in the photo, Vegas and Venice and, of course, the hedgehog are reading before going to bed in Vegas' bedroom, however, Mr. Spike seems to have "fallen asleep" on the pillow for a long time.

Pete is still worried that Vegas has not hired a new nanny, although he warned that he will not be able to return in the next two or three weeks. Vegas reassured him, saying that he had extended his vacation anyway, so "don't worry, we'll wait up for you."

But Pete is worried. Firstly, the appeal will be considered the day after tomorrow. Secondly, in a few more days - a new trial because of the house. And although Vegas assures him every time that "all the bad is over, nothing will work out for her," Pete will calm down when he knows for sure.

He's missing them so very much. Three weeks ago, at this very time, he would have bathed Venice, just like Vegas, read the baby a fairy tale before putting him into the crib, quietly humming some sweet melody. And then, most likely, outside of the nursery, Vegas would have stolen a kiss before going to bed. Of course, there would have been hints about "if anything, you know where my bedroom is", but, in general, which Pete did not even expect from him, Vegas behaved very decently… So much that sometimes Pete — he is ready to admit it — he would like Vegas to be... more daring.

Pete blushes. His idea of what he and Vegas can have beyond kisses is so confusing.

Vegas seems to hear his thoughts. In response to the touching emojis and "miss you, sweet dreams", Pete receives a message of a completely different nature: Vegas - naked to the waist in the bathroom. And "good night."

Is he kidding?

Pete bites his lower lip.

"And nothing will come to me for even more 'sweet dreams'?"

Pete giggles, rolling his eyes dreamily. After looking around, he points the camera at a daisy bush and photographs two fingers spread out against their background, then, still giggling, presses "send".

"Mmm. All right."

"It would be better to send the baby."

"Whatever you say."

The devil knows why, but Pete has a premonition that Vegas — as it often happened — interpreted everything in his own way. Therefore, in pursuit of the previous onez he texts: