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Short Stories of Venice: Happy Birthday, Daddy

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IT'S MY BRITHDAY TODAY. HONESTLY I HATE THIS DATE SO MUCH, MY CELEBRATION ALWAYS IS PUT ASIDE, BECAUSE OF ALL SAINT'S DAY SO I'M GONNA BE FORGOTTEN ONCE AGAIN. IT REALLY BREAKS YOUR HEART, WHEN NO ONE REMEMBERS YOUR DAY, YOU KNOW? I DON'T EVEN NEED PRESENTS, JUST REMEMBER IT...

LET ME GO TO SLEEP AND CRY A LITTLE, LIKE EVERY YEAR. ANYWAY, I WANTED FOR AT LEAST THEM, TO HAVE A NICE BIRTHDAY. SORRY GUYS, I PROMISE MYSELF TO NOT CARE EVERY SINGLE YEAR BUT IT'S ALL THE SAME.

SORRY, I KNOW THIS STORY IS SHORT AND MID, JUST HAD FEELINGS OF WRITING SOMETHING BIRTHDAY LIKE.

Two Months After Pete and Vegas Adopted Venice

Today was not an ordinary day, and even more so, it was quite special. From the very morning, Pete cautiously got out of bed, without waking Vegas, took the electric nanny with him so that Venice's cry would not bother sleeping man, and quietly, on tiptoes, went downstairs, slowly closing the doors to empty kitchen. The purchases that the brunet secretly asked for were left for him in one of the cabinets, and so, after a few minutes, Pete began to bake.

He himself was not one of the best pastry chefs in the world, but he asked his grandmother, whose cooking was loved by many, for a recipe and, remembering the person for whom he was doing it, he very carefully began to prepare the dough, feeling how the heat gushing from two large ovens, created sweat on his back and forehead, which flowed lazily to lower parts of the body.

- Half a cube of butter, dissolve, be careful not to burn - Pete read quietly the instructions dictated to him few days ago and soon he had prepared the bottom of the cake. Well, this seems simple!

Looking unsteadily into the oven's lighted glass, Pete heard a strange crunch in the electric nanny. Uncertain, glancing once at the growing cake, then once at the gadget, the man cursed under his breath and, quickly like lightning, ran towards the nursery, wanting only to check if nothing had happened to the little one. It was still quite early, but Jenna, hugging Venice, looked awake. The baby must have cried loudly.

-What is going on? Pete asked, quickly closing the door behind him so as not to spread screams and howls in the hallway.

- Khun Pete, I'm sorry, Venice is pretty unruly today and he can't sleep suddenly - the girl said, looking curiously at Pete's flour-stained silk bathrobe. Vegas bathrobe.

- What's going on, honey? - this time the question was addressed to the child, who was crying and sobbing loudly. - Come on, what happened to the cutie pie? Why are we so bad?

His outstretched hands grabbed Venice and held him tightly together, just as Pete knew he liked the most. For a brief moment, his screams continued to bounce off the walls until a familiar, pleasant smell came to the baby, as the little one sniffed several times, looking with reddened eyes into a friendly face, until he completely calm down.

- How is it that you, sir, can always calm him down by simply holding him in your hands? - Jenna murmured in admiration, but when she wanted to pick up Venice, he grimaced, frowned, and began to cry again.

- Damn, let's leave him with me - Pete said, even though he knew his plan to create the cake was slowly fading. Damn, cake! I almost forgot!

The man looked hesitantly towards the babysitter, but his gaze caught on the scarf lying on the chair, which they sometimes used to be able to hold the baby and keep their hands free.