Universe (VegasPete) R18

Chapter 9 - Something borrowed, something Red

-Vegas-

WAAAAAAAH !

I blenched, quickly sitting on the bed. I rubbed my face with both of my hands, my eyes still half closed, trying to not pull off my hair in frustration. And as it is not the first time I hear it, I can perfectly guess from where the sound is coming out. Or should I have said from who.

I let myself fall on the bed once again, hitting my head on the bedhead. Fuck. I kicked the sheets with my fist and closed my eyes trying not to lose my shit. I sat down on the edge, dizzy.

I glance at the empty side. Wouldn't it be nice if Pete was there with me...? I sighed. I didn't even know where he was. But as I was about to get up...

WAAAAAAAAAH !

Don't Vegas. Don't do this. Don't pull out your gun. It's a child. A baby.

WAAAAAAAH !

Ah, fuck!

I lazily got up and exited the bedroom, walking towards the main, still hearing that hell's child spitting his lungs out. As I was getting closer, I could barely hear something piercing through all the crying noises. But a familiar sound soothed me right away.

"It's okay buddy, it's okay. Dad is here"

Pete's voice.

I stopped in front of the half-opened door. Leaning against the wall, I had to take a deep breath. I didn't know why I had to prepare myself for coming in, but I felt flustered already. It's the first morning I woke up in my house knowing that Pete would be here.

I peeked at the small opening. Pete and Red were alone in the room. Pete was holding Venice in his arms, feeding him, lighly rocking him from left to right. Their gaze locked on eachother like nothing else exist around.

The sunlight was enlightening the room, the rays illuminating Pete's face. His hair was shinning brightly, and his eyes appeared to be of a golden color I never noticed before.

"There, there. You were just hungry, hmm? Dad is hungry too and get very moody when he doesn't eat you know? You are like me. Just like your dad." Pete was reassuring Venice with a soft and loving voice.

My heart skipped a beat. I never heard him talked like that to anyone. I surprised myself when a smile started to appear on my face.

What the hell!

I leaned on the wall quickly again, receding from the scene, and hit my cheek sighly. There's no way I'll fall for this. No, no... but as if I couldn't hold myself back, I looked in again.

"You know today you are going to meet your other Dad, hmm? You must be very nice to him; he is a bit special too. He looks just like you. But...worse, I guess. I'm sure you will love him...one day. Because you know, Dad loves him very very much."

I grinned. As much as I hate this child, I have to say I could maybe be used to this. Not him, but this side of Pete. A strange wave of comfort invaded me.

I knocked at the door lightly and pushed it. Pete's head turned, surprised.

"Can I come in?"

"Oh, you are up."

A wide smile appeared on his face. His eyes, still illuminated by the sun's rays were like two beautiful hazel gemstones, looking at me with tenderness. I smiled back at him, walking slowly towards them.

"Did you sleep well?"

I brushed the side of his cheek. Pete lifted his head again, his gaze staring at my face.