Loved But Forgotten

Hope

(A/N: So yeah, it's been almost two months since my last update hehe sorry for the wait >.< you see I had a writer's block and I have this hectic schedule so there was almost no time for me to brainstorm possible plots. This story already has an ending-as all of my story does but the mid chapters are always the hardest parts to write.

As always, thanks for reading)

Fever makes any man vulnerable-that may be true but since his mother's passing and his nanny leaving, Vegas didn't rely on anyone's care for that matter. It was just a fever, he knew full well it'll subside on its own.

So, when he stirred from his sleep this morning, there was a flicker of confusion when he felt something damp against his forehead.

He raised a hand to touch it and realized what it was. "Towel?"

Someone was kind enough to put a damp towel over his forehead.

He shifted on his bed, wanting to seat up but one glance at the side and Vegas was fast to scoot to the edge of the bed, almost falling in the process. His body ached a bit doing so.

"Shit!" He gasped in disbelief and even pinched his leg to make sure he wasn't dreaming...

He's not.

Lo and behold, before him was a large figure, snoring softly while snuggling under his blanket.

He looks... comfortable.

Some messy strands of hair were sticking to his forehead, covering half of his face but Vegas knew exactly who it was.

"Pete..." He called, almost without voice.

With the name came rushing the memory of last night.

"He's real." He muttered, wonder tinted his voice, and this time, his hand itched to touch so, Vegas slowly raised a hand and ran a finger over the other's cheek.

Pete is indeed here, not some figment of imagination or a terrible dream.

Just like how it was before, Pete is so close to him. He can touch him. He can hold him. Vegas was always the one to wake up before Pete does and he would have an unhealthy amount of time staring at the sleeping figure.

The only difference is that, right now, Pete is here on his own accord, Vegas didn't chain him to boot or tie him to his bedpost to make him stay.

Pete is here... and it was his choice.

A rush of happiness blossomed within his chest, and a faint smile decorated his face. This is something surreal, how can someone be so forgiving? Vegas thinks he fell in love once again.

Just when he was about to retreat his hand-

The figure beside him flinched and in no time, two pair of sleepy eyes turned their gaze onto Vegas.

There was confusion, followed by a startled gasp before Pete abruptly sat up and groaned when his back hit the bedpost.

"Be careful..." Vegas said, hands about to reach out.

"Y-You're awake..." Pete's eyes were wide as saucers.

"You can sleep longer, I won't mind."

But Pete avoided his gaze and looked to the side. "I mind..." Then with lowered head, he peeked through his lashes. "How are you feeling? Are you h-hungry? D-Do you wanna eat?"

Vegas wanted to curse at his battered body. It was his line! If they want to do this right - make Pete remember - he should be the one bringing food for Pete, not the other way around.