When June kissed December (Completed)

Chapter 12

*A short but very important chapter.

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Rare conversations at dinner, and even those are full of awkwardness. It is as if they have rolled back in those first days after the wedding ceremony. Vegas escorts him to a separate bedroom in the apartment. Pete is even glad. He needs to stay alone tonight.

Almost.

The restless little brat manages to sneak inside when the omega has not yet stepped over the threshold of his overnight stay.

"Macau," Vegas calls the newt calmly, but at the same time sternly, "it would be better if you let Pete rest. Come with me."

"No need," Pete shakes his head, "I poured him some water, and he doesn't bother me... so let him spend the night at my place. Good night, Khun Vegas."

Both look at Macau, who is burying himself under the blanket. The alpha echoes Pete:

"Good night, Pete. Have a good rest. We'll take another walk around the island tomorrow."

"Yeah."

With a restrained smile, Vegas bows his head and retreats to his bedroom. Pete looks after him for a while, then goes into the room and closes the door behind him. After taking a shower, he sits on the edge of the bed for quite a long time. Suddenly he remembers that evening and the dance ... and for some reason it sounds in his head: why didn't his husband show this Kinn his place? Not then... not when he showed up uninvited at their estate. It's weird. Vegas doesn't seem to be afraid of him.... But why did he just keep quiet the other time? It's like there's something holding him back. Not fear. No. Pete is sure that his husband is not afraid of his "fellow". But something is wrong here. Maybe it is some previously given word or something else... for example, a sense of guilt? But where, when and under what circumstances was Vegas "guilty" in front of Kinn?

Later, Pete falls into an uneasy sleep. He is lying on his side, very childishly putting his palm under the soft cheek. Macau is imitating him again.

And Vegas, who has quietly entered their room, thoughtfully admires the creatures sleeping on their sides for a long time... the most dear creatures to his heart. Almost on the way to his room at dawn, he does not hold back and impalpably strokes Pete's hair. Waking up, Macau opens one eye, slyly "smiles" and falls asleep again. Vegas straightens the edge of the blanket on him, sighing sadly.

Silent breakfast. Then Vegas shows him some of the island's attractions. They visit the Red Temple, Namuang Waterfalls and just walk around enjoying the views.

"Mm... can you wait for me for five minutes?" Pete asks as they pass a street market.

Vegas nods, and Macau, sitting on his shoulder, looks suspiciously at Pete. The omega returns in the promised five minutes, clutching a small bag in his fist.

"A souvenir?"

"Uh... I'll show you later, Khun Vegas."

"All right."

They dine on the veranda of a local restaurant. Children's laughter is heard at the next table: a young couple takes a selfie with their twin babies. Pete doesn't miss the sadness in Vegas' eyes when he looks at them.

"If you took a healthy omega as your husband, in a year or two you would have already taken the same happy photos," Pete looks down.

"I've already told you that everything suits me."

"But that's not true... you know, and your pity for me is even more humiliating than the reproach of my inferiority."

"Why are you telling me this, Pete? Have I ever dared to humiliate you? Or have I offended in another way?"

Pete has nothing to say. For all this time Vegas has done nothing but protect him and take care of him. And many times, as if past the eyes and ears, he missed flashes of Pete's capricious discontent. But either he blames himself without reproaches for not being a real husband to Vegas, or an unspoken resentment is boiling in him for the fact that yesterday his words were for nothing for alpha ... in short, Pete, with pauses, on a broken breathing rhythm, says:

"You see... I imagined my life in a completely different way. Since the teens, I knew that I was doomed to live it alone. Even," fake laughter sounds here, "I was even going to have a kitten so that there would be at least some living creature nearby. And then you show up and... my whole idea of the future collapses. About the future that I have painted for myself. And I told you so many important things yesterday, but you heard nothing."

Pete finishes talking and takes a breath. His gaze collides with Vegas' eyes and freezes: the alpha's eyelashes are like the sharp edges of a knife blade. And behind them — a dark stormy whirlpool.

"I heard everything, Pete. And I got it, believe me," Vegas adjusts the cuff on the long sleeve of his shirt. "Please... be patient. And you will be rewarded. I promise."

I'm ready to wait. If there is something to wait for.

Almost ready.

That night, after being awake for a long time, Pete takes his pillow, leaving the second one under sleeping Macau, and tiptoes out of his room. Stopping at Vegas'door, he does not dare to knock. But the door is opened from the other side. His husband, in long-sleeved silk pajamas, hastily fastens a couple of buttons on his chest. It hurts Pete that the alpha is forced to experience such inconveniences in the hot weather because of him.

"Can't you sleep?"

Vegas' voice sounds so quiet and comforting.

Pete nods, frowning, with a sense of guilty hope, looking at his husband.

"Come in, please."

Pete doesn't immediately take a seat on the other side of the bed. He sits down, turning the body so that he faces Vegas:

"May I have your hand?"

Vegas, sitting on the opposite edge, holds out his hand to him. Pete does not accept it, but takes hold of his wrist, which is hidden by silk up to the palm. Then, with his free hand, Pete fishes out of his pocket that very bag, from which two couple bracelets soon appear. Silver-toned jewelry, and inside each bracelet there is a pink dolphin. Pete puts one on his husband's wrist and puts the other on his own.

Vegas seems speechless. Pete interprets that silence in his own way:

"Well... of course they're trinkets. You are used to expensive jewelry. But they seemed beautiful and touching to me. And actually, I wanted to have something for both of us to remember this trip."

"They're really beautiful, Pete," Vegas strokes the gift, "I just didn't expect this. Thank you."

Pete smiles, puts a pillow next to another one on his side, okay, the little brat won't be able to stand the night alone anyway, he'll come in the middle of the night, and lays himself down.

They are facing each other, but far enough away.

"You don't have to wrap yourself up like that in the heat. Put on some light clothes... if the problem is in me - don't worry. There is no reason for this anymore."

"I'm comfortable, Pete. But thank you for your concern. It is very pleasant to me."

Yes. Pete promised himself that he was ready to wait. But the voice of Vegas tonight is so soft, the look is so affectionate, and the smell of his alpha is so special that it does not awaken desire, but calms and lets him feel secure. All of this together makes Pete very brave. He touches the rough skin of the alpha's cheek with his fingertips, causing him to flinch, but Vegas does not shy away from the touch. And then from the omega's lips there slips a quiet but confident:

"Kiss me."