Cover me in sunshine (Completed)

chapter 19

Usually, while Pete is busy with breakfast, Vegas and the baby are wandering around the yard. And today, Venice, proudly lifting his nose up, shows the poultry to Mr. Spike. Pete watches them out of the corner of his eye from the kitchen window, stirring the sauce on the stove and occasionally glancing into the oven, where the pie is being baked.

And he's also thinking, thinking and thinking..

"What the heck!"

Pete almost jumps on the spot when Vegas' loud voice sounds in his ear.

"How shall I understand this, eh?! 'Kids, like a sponge, absorb everything,' right?!"

He does not have time to blink an eye, as they turn him around and press against the wall opposite, bringing his face closer so that it begins to double in his eyes. Vegas puffs, his nostrils are flaring.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?! Why the fuck are we walking in the yard, and Venice pokes his finger at the turkey and solemnly announces: Vegas!"

"Uh…"

"So! Pete is our home, and Vegas is a turkey?! That's what you taught him!"

"Well... it must have happened just occasionally..."

Pete convulsively recalls the incident with the pictures from the children's book. He could not have imagined that Venice would ever blurt out such a thing again.

"Occasionally?!" Vegas in anger has amused Pete since the first days, though now for some reason he doesn't sound funny at all. "Couldn't you have called me a more decent name?!"

"More decent?"

"Yes! More decent," Vegas loosens his grip, "well, there's 'an eagle', for example," he proudly straightens his shoulders, lifting up his chin, which still makes Pete laugh, "or, I don't know, 'a tiger'!"

"That doesn't sound like a name-calling," Pete chuckles.

"Do you dare to say a word?!" Vegas presses him to the wall again, "reteach him!"

"How?.."

"It's your concern!"

"Well, stop being angry... a little more and he won't even remember. You then asked 'do I remember a lot of things that happened at the age of a year?', right?"

"Yeah-yeah… Why did you even call me that in front of him?"

"I didn't do it on purpose. Well, maybe just once..."

"Just once?!"

"Or twice..." Pete caresses his cheek to Vegas' one, "I didn't count."

"P-f-f. He didn't count... I don't look a bit like a turkey, by the way."

"Yeah. Especially when you argue or get way too much stubborn."

Vegas is teasing, but Pete can tell by the glint in his eyes and the faint grin that he's not angry at all. So. For the sake of order, he decided to scold Pete.

"Ah, yeah. Sure."

Pete kisses him on the corner of his lips:

"I'm going to have rice sauce and pie burnt, and we'll be left without breakfast."

Vegas doesn't immediately let him slip out of the clutches:

"You owe me. Keep in mind."

Once free, Pete looks around and winks coquettishly:

"I'm ready to redeem myself."

Vegas grins, propping his sides with his palms:

"I'm not kidding, Pete."