When June kissed December (Completed)

Chapter 11

Notes:
I hope it's not a problem that I took Bible and Build's birthdays for Vegas and Pete in this story:)

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Pete blinks a lot, thinking he's mistaken. But no. The handwritten letters do not disappear anywhere:

To my dear Kornwit
from Anakinn.

December 25, 18~~

The last two digits... uh... of the year? smeared. He can't make them out.

Pete frowns.

Vegas Kornwit Theerapanyakun. That's his husband's full name.

Uh... How is it possible?

Pete sits in a daze for another minute, and then, laughing out loud at his own "guesses", slaps himself on the forehead: this is his family estate! Surely Vegas was named after some ancestor.

But there is one weird thing: is "Anakinn" full from "Kinn"? Or am I mistaken again?

Pete is just starting to flip through the book when Macau jumps on top of it. The omega almost drops the expensive antiques out of his hands again.

"What are you doing? I'll just take a careful look... can't I?"

The newt behaves very restlessly, starting to stomp, and then climbs up Pete's arm and looks pityingly into his eyes. The omega shakes his head, completely taken aback by such behavior, but closes the book and quietly puts it into the drawer:

"Just don't reveal it to Vegas, okay?"

Macau smiles with clenched jaws.

"Well, I'll give you something sweet, okay?"

"The tail flying perpendicular to the floor means complete agreement. Pete has already found out how to negotiate with this little brat.

But something is wrong here. There's a reason Macau is so protective of his owner's book.

"Good morning, Pete. Did you sleep well?"

Vegas greets him with a smile. And Pete doesn't want it to disappear at all. So he decides to hold back the impulses of his curiosity for good.

"Good morning, Khun Vegas. Yes, thanks. I hope you're doing well too."

Vegas tilts his head, giving him a gentle look. So that Pete's stomach twists. Or is someone way too much hungry? Vegas seems to hear his thoughts:

"Breakfast will be served soon. Will you come down to the dining room or should I order to bring it here?"

"I'll come down," the omega sniffs.

Vegas takes a neatly folded handkerchief out of his pocket and hands it to his husband:

"I knew you'd catch a cold. I'll send the driver for the medicines now."

"Khun Vegas," Pete carefully takes a thin checked handkerchief, wow, does anyone still use them? no need to fuss..."

They don't hear him. Vegas stretches out his hand to his forehead, delicately asking:

"May I?"

Pete nods, and then feels Vegas's strangely soft and rough palm on his tender forehead.

"There doesn't seem to be a temperature, but it's better not to risk and measure it. And..."

"Khun Vegas!" Pete gets to his feet, "stop it. Well, the truth is... even Dad didn't bustle like that when I was sick. Don't make me feel like an absolute child next to you."