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Short Stories of Venice: Jealousy

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Three Months After Pete and Vegas Adopted Venice

Laying alone in bed, I felt the cold under my fingers nestled in the pillow next to me. I sighed again that night, looking impatiently at the clock, which, as if to spite me, lazily moved itself, slowing down every time I looked away, I was sure of it. Rolling over from side to side, more nervous than sleepy, I rose to a sitting position, barely restraining myself from running out of the bedroom. Instead, I grabbed the baby monitor from the table next to the bed and, turning up the volume, listened to Pete's steady, humming lullaby, coming to me from the thing. The body sank back to the sheets, face nestled into the still penetrated by his fragrance pillow, ears were filled with flowing, reassuring words said to Venice, who once again won with me for Pete's attention. Not satisfied, I squinted my eyes for a brief second, cursing inwardly at the child, and before I could react, I dozed, rocked by a quiet singing.

I don't know how long it's been since I've fallen asleep, but when I woke up, instead of the baby monitor, I held in my hand the cheek of a man whose nose, pressed against my neck, tickled me slightly, moving the delicate hairs on the sensitive skin. I sighed, wrapping my other hand around his waist to pull warm body closer to mine until there wasn't a millimeter gap between us.

"Vegas..." murmured full, now gently bent into a horseshoe, lips. "Let's sleep..." Pete added without opening his eyes.

"I missed you," I admitted hesitantly, but not seeing the man's reaction, I bit my lip displeased, aware how tired he was, not wanting to wake him up.

A few more seconds of my fidgeting, a few more sighs and silent curses, passed, until the silhouette rose, slightly reflecting its contour in the dark. Anapology began to form on my lips, but instead a groan came out as a hand nimblyslipped off my shoulder to the now slightly bulging pajama pants. Startled, but amazed, I closed my eyes, trying to control the hunger that this brief contact had awakened in me, but when Pete moved one of his legs over my body, sitting on strong hips, I pressed my hungry fingers against his soft body, praying that he wouldn't leave.

"You're tired," I muttered against my whims, and he laughed hoarsely, clenching his fingers tighter on my stiff masculinity.

"Take care of Venice tomorrow morning and I am ready to go,"

"Yes, yes, yes," I nodded immediately, hovering slightly on my bent hands to find his mouth in the darkness, like a treasure hunter, and, befuddled by Pete's taste, groaned louder. "Whatever you want!"

~*~

The morning came faster than usual, brutally waking me up by the screams coming from the electronic nanny. I struggled to lift my tired eyelids, feeling them droop, unable to hold on to the opening, but when Pete's finger stab me in the side, just next to the ribs, I cursed, jumping to sitting position and wiping my face in hands. Reddened eyes moved over the clock showing six in the morning, a deadly hour for someone who made love to his better half for the whole night, but I couldn't go back to my lover's warm arms. Not after what I've said yes to.

"You promised," Pete murmured, covering his head with my pillow, probably to hide the smile that spilled over his lips.

I lifted myself out of bed, pulling on the pants I had thrown on the floor last night, but before I left, I bent over a slightly snoring, lazy Pete, leaving a quick-made hickey around his neck.

"Stupid!" I heard, before I left, hurrying over to the child's room.

The smile of satisfaction, even though I was dead tired, did not leave my lips when I stepped inside. The body longed for in recent weeks, finally satisfied and filled with Pete's fragrance, leaned over the awakened child, red with displeasure. I rolled my eyes at the displeasure on his face when he saw me.

"Well, I'm not happy about this visit either," I said, sighing and holding out my hands to him. "Nanny is getting breakfast ready for you, why all this screaming," I shook my head, placing Venice on the table to change his diaper.

The boy was snorting and making disgruntled faces, and I was sure he'd shout Pete's name if he could, and even though I didn't like him much, I understood his constant desire to be by Pete's side. I felt it myself every day, every hour, every minute...

"Pete is peacefully sleeping, let him rest a little," I asked, hugging the boy, who for a moment showed his displeasure, buy when he finally realized that he was doomed to spend this time with meme, Venice slapped me in the face with tiny fingers before snuggling into my neck. It was probably the smell of Pete that still surrounded me that calmed him down so quickly.

"You realize Pete is mine, don't you? I'm lending him to you for now, but don't get used to it," I grumbled, rocking boy gently, waiting for the nanny to come back with prepared breakfast. "I was the first to discover him, I was the first to bring him here and he is MY lover"

Venice puffed out his lips at my words, as if he understood them and refused to accept their meaning. Small hand, this time curled into a fist, slammed into my chest to which he was cuddled, and the energetic eyes squinted slightly, staring at me as if to peer into my soul.

"Don't look at me like that, it's not going to change anything. You should have come earlier, then you could still claim some rights, now it's too late,"

I walked slowly around the room, still convincing Venice to my reasons of ownership, and he, beating me from time to time, rejected all of them.

~*~

"I'm not jealous," muttered a voice in the baby monitor, waking me from sleep. "There's more between Pete and me than there's between you two, you know?" Vegas' grumpy voice filled the bedroom, and I realized that he had forgotten to turn off the device in the room.

I lifted myself slightly, taking the object in my hands, listening to the man's jealousy-filled words.

"Pete may be laughing with you, but it doesn't mean anything. Even his stupid friends can make him laugh." Vegas spoke arrogantly. "Pete does everything else with me."

"I can't believe Vegas is arguing with a baby," I whispered, rising from the bed to throw his dressing gown over me.

"And no matter how long you keep him here, he always comes back to our bed. What this means?I am the most improtant for him!" I heard as I grabbed the nanny, hurling to Venice's room. "Let's face it, I'll lend you Pete for an hour or two a day, but no more! You're exaggerating a little with this need to be with him all the time. I miss him too, maybe it's time to become independent?"

I opened the door wider, looking at Vegas back facing me.

"Become independent?" I repeated, and he turned around in surprise, holding the baby tighter to his chest. "He's a baby, you know he's not going to be independent for a good few years."

"Damn, how much of that did you hear?" a red stain slowly floated over the man's cheeks, spreading across his neck. Dangerous Vegas Theerapanyakul was blushing because of me.

"Most of your rant. To be jealous of the baby, you know what, Vegas? You're adorable!" a smile came across my lips as both Venice and Vegas snorted as they looked at me with similar expressions in their eyes. "I love you so much,"

The baby monitor fell into the crib when I threw it in it's direction before running up to both of them, carefully cuddling up to their warm bodies.

"I'm so glad we're a family," I added, hiding my face in Vegas' neck, the place I liked best, feeling the heat spread over his skin. "My adorable men."