Cover me in sunshine (Completed)

Bonus 1

*Notes:

I've got no intention to underestimate the stuff you gonna read about in this bonus chapter 🙏😇 But, please, try to treat the narration with a bit of humour💋

So, one more portion of domestic fluff for you, my dear friends🤗🖤💙

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"Pete, I'm dying..."

"No, Vegas, you are not. It's chickenpox."

When Pete first noticed signs of chickenpox in Venice he had no idea that another grown-up child would soon be under his care."

"Pete, why are you painting Venice's face with some stuff?"

"He has chicken pox. A doctor was here today. And not the first time."

"Hmm," Vegas squats down in front of Venice, who is steadfastly enduring this procedure, "is this going to be with him for a long time?"

"If he's lucky — for a week. The main thing is that the temperature should stop rising."

At this moment, Venice himself points his finger at the forehead and babbles:

"One more. Smear."

Pete smiles affectionately and presses the tip of the cotton bud with the Calamine lotion to the red blister on their baby's forehead.

"It's okay, Venice," closing the lotion, Pete lovingly pats him on the top of his head, "everything will be alright, Vegas and I also once had such stuff when were kids."

"Uh, speak for yourself," Vegas informs him with a note of forced complacency, "you might have been this sort of red-dotted, but me - not."

"What do you mean?!" Pete jumps to his feet with lightning speed, "do you want to say that you didn't get chickenpox as a child?!"

Somewhat taken aback by such reaction, Vegas also rises to his feet and supports his waist with the palms:

"I don't think so."

"Exactly?"

"Damn, I don't know, or I don't remember. In short, what did you catch fire for? The last time I saw you like this was when Kinn and Porsche were supposed to sit with Venice for the first time. What's wrong, Pete?"

"What's wrong?!" beside himself with excitement, Pete literally pushes him out of the nursery, "get out of here! Now!"

Somehow having pushed the incomprehensible Vegas out, Pete nods to the kid: tell Mr. Spike what a smart boy you are, I'll be back soon. Then he goes out and closes the door.

"Vegas. Now seriously. Are you sure you didn't get chickenpox as a child?"

"I really don't remember, Pete," Vegas spreads his hands, "it's written down somewhere, right?"

Somewhere!..

Pete rolls his eyes and explains reproachfully:

"You need to know such things about yourself."

"Well, okay. Let's say I didn't. what's next?"

"What's next? We'll see in seven days. Or less. It's not Venice's' first day."

"Really?.. I didn't notice."

"For some reason I'm not surprised."

Pete shakes his head, and Vegas tilts his head and hugs him:

"I'm stuck in work again, right?"

Pete shrugs and bites his shoulder through the fabric of his jacket: