Cover me in sunshine (Completed)

chapter 18

Pete is glad that he put Venice with him for the night. By midnight, the baby's tummy swelled, and then a string of endless trips to the potty began.

But this is clearly not from a light dinner. Maybe he got so sick because of the long car ride?

Having dozed off only in the morning, Pete still opens his eyes around seven. And the first thing he sees in front of him is Venice -  sleeping, and the second is Vegas - being awake, who quietly admires them, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"How long have you been spying on us?" Pete smiles, stretching.

"Is that instead of 'good morning'?"

Pete carefully, so as not to wake Venice, takes a sitting position:

"Did you sleep well?"

Vegas nods:

"To be honest, I immediately passed out after the road."

"We haven't used that room for a long time. Dust must have accumulated… I'll do the cleaning there today."

"It's all right. Don't worry. I can do it myself."

Morning Vegas. With disheveled hair, in a sleeveless T-shirt, with stubble on his cheeks and such a warm and native look.

"You're so funny while sleeping" Vegas suddenly says.

And again the blush fills Pete's cheeks to the brim.

"No way funny… You're kidding."

"Well, yes. Which one of you two needs a bib more?" Vegas giggles.

Pete frowns and teases, and Vegas reaches out to him and touches the frown with his lips, instantly smoothing it out:

"But I do like it, Pete. Stop being embarrassed."

Pete is sulking, and his cheeks are about to crack from a breaking smile:how he missed these two boys!

Vegas strokes his cheek, and then Pete hears the rumbling in Vegas' stomach:

"I'll get up now," Pete covers Venice and swings his legs off the bed, "by the way, what did you feed the baby yesterday?"

"Well, his usual meal," Vegas shrugs, "why asking?"

"Uh...  And what did he drink?'

"Water," Vegas begins to frown, "baby water, from bottles."

"And what else?" Pete squints.

"Juice…"

"Which one?"

Vegas purses his lips:

"Apple-plum."

I see.

Pete shakes his head and clasps his hands in a prayer gesture:

"I beg you very much: never give him anything with a plum. Not every adult body digests it well, but it is definitely not recommended for children under three years old. Got it?"

"Yeah… And why?"

"I didn't put him off the potty almost until the morning."

"Damn it!.. Well, I'm sorry… I didn't know. The last time we were at the gas station to change his diaper, he grabbed this juice from the shelf, I thought it was okay, you bought him the same bottles... no?"

"No. In any case, definitely without a plum. Okay, it's all over now."

"So you haven't slept at all almost…"

"It's okay," Pete pats Vegas on the shoulder, "come on, I'm getting up now, we'll have breakfast in about an hour. And we need to bring your stuff from the car. Yesterday we took only the most necessary things."