The Angel who chose me [book2] vegaspete

0.6 Venice

Pete
"He's not staying"! I hear Vegas shouting waking me from my sleep, I sit up rubbing my eyes and a smile forming on my face as I look at my ring and remember last night.
We're engaged now, just like we should of been if only I hadn't if got shot.
"He's our brother Vegas"! Maccu shouts back.
What's Maccu doing here it's a school day.
I get my phone and plug in my ear phones and play my playlist Vegas made for me to drown out their fight.
I go into the bathroom and start my morning routine.
Ever since I moved in with Vegas he's been obsessed with cleansing his and my face, using only the best moisturizer and serum.
At first it was a stupid chore to me but now I enjoy it.

Once I'm fully clean I pick out an outfit for the day, I'm still wearing anything that covers my scar, and sometimes I wonder will I ever feel differently about this scar that's changed how I love myself.
I throw on one of Vegas's black oversized jumpers that only cover half of my scar, right now with the jumper on you can see a small about of the scar on my neck, I pull out my back leather choker with a diamond love hearth to somehow take the attention away.
Pairing it with a pair of blue jeans I make my way down stairs.

"How can you do this? Your acting just like father" Maccu shouts holding a baby?? To his chest.
"Why is Maccu holding a baby"? I ask announcing my presence holding Vegas from behind.
"Morning pet did you do your morning routine "? Vegas asks softly as he caresses my face.
"Mmm"
"This is our brother" Maccu says shooting a glare in Vegas's direction.
My attention is on the baby who is a dead ringer for Vegas.
I pull away from Vegas and look at Maccu to hold to baby.
He puts the fragile little boy in my arms.
Something strange happened.
Every feeling in my body was filled with love as soon as those brown eyes looked into mine.
I couldn't look away.
"Hello pretty boy" I cooed letting my finger wrap around his small hand.

Vegas
I never thought the day would come when I'd see Pete with a baby and to be honest it wasn't the worst feeling.
He liked like he was meant to hold a baby in those arms.
Me and Maccu watched him coo at The thing, fixated on them both.
"Just because our father raised ya to be cold doesn't mean we have to be the same hia" Maccu said holding my arm.
"Can we keep him"? Pete asks with Hope I'm his voice.
I nod to both of them confirming my anser as Pete squeaks with happiness and Maccu hugs me.
"Just wait and see we'll be the perfect and happiest family" Maccu whispers.
My hearth swelled looking at all three of them
Me and Maccu never had any happiness or love growing up.
Now since Pete's arrived we do.

I look at Pete with adoration.
Thank you so much pet.
For coming into this family and giving us love