-Pete-
Waaaaaah!
« Just don't hold him like that, he is going to throw up! »
« I know perfectly what I'm doing... Aaah fu..dge ! »
I was staring at Arm and Pol, massaging my temples trying not to snatch Venice off Pol's arms and run far away from all this mess. Those two buffalos trying to deal with my lovely son who, just like me, didn't want to go.
Porsche was standing in front of the entry door, visibly annoyed and in a rush, holding the four bags I prepared with Venice clothes, diapers, formula... Everything he needs. My heart was heavy and my head about to burst.
Waaaaaaah!
« It's okay buddy, it's okay! We are going to see each other soon, you'll see. You will have a lot of fun, right? » I looked at Venice, wiping his mouth, gently brushing his cheek with my other hand.
He was crying, pouting, with a pleading look I never saw before. It broke my heart, but I couldn't go back. I kissed his forehead and looked at Pol, silently telling him to go.
« Come on! Let's go! Those shits are fucking heavy! » Porsche was complaining, struggling not to drop the bags he was carrying.
« Shtt! Don't swear in front of a b.a.b.y! » Pol frowned, putting his forefinger in front of his mouth, rocking Venice up and down.
« You're really not thinking with your head, don't you? » Arm hit Pol's shoulder and I started to laugh when I saw Venice looking at them smiling wickedly.
« Stupid copycat » Vegas mumbled, leaning against the wall, with a jaded look on his face.
« Just go now...Seriously. » I sighed, and as Pol walked away holding Venice I waved at him, sending him flying kisses and making heart with my fingers like an idiot.
As I heard Vegas chuckled, I gave him a middle finger hidding it behind my back. He laughed hitting my hand lightly with his foot.
Venice was staring at me and as he was moving away, I froze. Completely startled.
« Papa... »
Did he just say...
« Wait! » I shouted, Pol stopped, turning around to look at me, surprised.
« What? »
« Did you hear that?!»
« Hear what ? »
« Venice said Papa! »
« I'm pretty sure he was trying not to throw up again... »
« I'm telling you he said it! »
« You are dreaming all of this; he is too stupid to... »
« Oh, can you just shut up already! » I turned around to look at Vegas who was standing right behind me, stuffing his mouth with banana rotee*.
Don't complain if you can't fit in your pants anymore you freaking bastard!
I didn't have time to say anything more than all of them were already near the car, buckling up Venice in his infant seat.
Porsche threw the bags in the car's trunk, letting a heavy sighed out of his mouth, wiping the sweat off his forehead. He was about to close it when he suddenly grabbed a big black box and started to run towards me.
« Here! I almost forgot! » He handed me the box and I looked at him, puzzled.
« What is it? »
« It's from Tankhun, it's for his birthday party. »
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Universe (VegasPete) R18
FanfictionVegas and Pete face an entirely different challenge when Pete's childhood friend unexpectedly come messing up with their already fragile relationship. Things take a turn for the worse when Pete tries to prove his love for Vegas but, despite himself...
