I thought I would've been dead by now

Now and forever.

I thought I would've been dead by now.

The sky is blue
The sun is shining
There is a light breeze that makes the trees shiver. I'm sitting in my new favorite lawn chair that I found (stole, ssch) from a couple on the beach (they left it unsupervised, not my fault). The chair is in perfect line for me to watch my family, yes, my family. The sound of laughter is echoing around the garden where Venice and Macau are chasing each other, I've never smiled this much in my entire life. The joy and love I'm feeling is something I only thought existed in romantic clichés.

My eyes are rowing around the garden looking at the gardening, places the sun touches the grass when I suddenly feel a light touch on my shoulder.

''What are you thinking about?'' my beloved Pete asked me. The love of my life.

Pete. The man who I never laid an eye at, the man who fought beside my enemy, the man who always caught me when I tried to sneak around in the main house to fetch papers for my father, the man I always hated, the man who always were in the way.

''Nothing, I'm just soaking in this moment'' I softly answered and put my hand on top of his.

I didn't look back at him, but I could feel him smiling at the view of little Venice on his stumble little legs trying to catch Macau.

''Diners ready'' he said and gave me a kiss on top of my head.

''KIDS foods ready! You know what to do, get inside and wash your dirty little hands before you even touch the dinner table!'' Pete said, a little louder than he thought because both Macau and Venice turned around and looked like they've seen a ghost.

The kids smiled and started to make the way inside, I stood up and began to walk inside because I know Venice needs a little assistance getting over the doorstep. I took his little hand and helped in as I was taking of my shoes and changing into slippers.

The smell of homemade pizza touch my nose and I wrinkle my nose a little.

''Pizza? Since when we make homemade pizza?'' I asked while walking around the table to where Pete is standing and put my chin on his shoulder.

Pete gave me a look of ''shut up and eat what I serve'' but answered

''I don't know, I just felt like it'' and gave me a sweet smile

I looked into his eyes and gave him a little smirk while I placed myself beside Macau at the table.

Our diners where always loud and messy, Venice throwing food, Macau complaining over some stupid love problem while I, like I always do, look at Pete. His dimples when he smiles, the love in his eyes when he looks at my brothers and the most important, the love I feel when he looks at me.

I no longer talk to the main family unless it's necessary, last time I talk to either of them was about 3 months ago when there were some problems with a deal with, well I couldn't give a shit really. I just want them of my back, I want them out of my life.

Pete on the other hand sometimes talk to Porsche, he told me I can't be mad over that because he and P was good friend since Ps first day in the main house. I understand him, although when I see Ps name on Petes phone I can't help to get jealous because Petes mine, only mine and I don't want to share him with anyone. But yea, with two other boys in the house I have no choice to share him.

Pete always kisses Macau on his head when he is about to go to bed, he always put Venice down because he doesn't trust me after I almost dropped him in his crib (It's soft on the bed so I don't understand what his mad about)