With Love, Vegas (LETTER 2)

𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑉𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑠

I chuckled seeing him secretly slip another envelope into my drawers. It seems I have been busted. It was last Valentines day when I decided to keep their letters inside my office.

I have recieved gifts, expensive ones such as guns, cars or knives but I'd rather lose it all in exchange for those papers.

Macau and others have written me get well cards when I was lying unconscious in the hospital. Reading them made me realize I wasn't alone because there was someone waiting for me to wake up. There was someone crying for me patiently and never left my side.

He ates curry, he ates too much of it whether he's happy or sad. If people would vote for ice cream as a comfort food, he's that person who would choose curry any day.

He cares too much of everything and everyone that it makes me mad because sometimes he forgets to spend time with me. If I am given a chance I'd ask for five Pete so the four can take care of his family and friends and I would have one for myself, but knowing his mother only birthed one in this world, I had to share his time, his attention and his affection from everyone as much as I hate it.

At least I know in the end of the day, he snuggles in my arms and I get to kiss him and caress him as much as I want.

One look in his face and all my troubles dissipate into thin air, I'd even forget I had them in the first place, that's how much he occupies my thoughts, feelings and emotions and never get tired of it.

Maybe it was the warmth of his fingers and palms or his smile, that look of assurance and inviting embrace everytime I set foot into this household that I realized I was home.

He is my home and there's no place I'd rather be but beside him until my very last breath.

After reading the letter I decided to take out a pen and wrote an extension.

You'll get a price later for this love.

ps: you should've wrote With Love, Vegas's pretty Husband :>

Seeing Macau and Venice playing outside the backyard, I headed to the kitchen to grab an ice cream since it was an infuriatingly hot day only to see Pete sat the counter top eating watermelon so seriously he didn't notice my presence.

I stood in front of him and straddled his legs to my waist he looks cute in his tank top, ears and cheeks red from the heat.

"It's so hot, it's like we're in hell.", he exclaims handing a watermelon to me.

"You're hotter than the weather.", before I could even kiss him he flicked my nose and grabbed the ice cream from the fridge.

"Nice try but I don't wanna cuddle right now."

Not long after here I am in the picnic blanket lying down with Pete hugging Venice and tickling him with Macau putting flowers on Pete's hair.

"Pa, what's an orange, is it a fruit or a color?", Venice asks wide eyed at Pete and me.

"It's a fruit and a color, both.", Pete answers combing strands of hair softly.

"See? I told you." Macau butts in and proceeds to braiding my hair after finishing the flower crown on Pete.

Out of nowhere, Venice shows us a broken crayon from his back pocket. "But Hia Macau, why doesn't it taste like one?"

Macau and I exchanged looks and immediately bursted laughing while Pete panicked explaing how poisonous a crayon can be.

"Vegas, we need to call Dr. Nop it's dangerous, what if he gets sick?!", he worriedly exclaims while glaring at me and Macau.

"Pa, I didn't swallow it, it was bitter...", Venice assured us and I smiled as Pete sighs in relief.

"Please don't do that again, you scared me.", Pete almost bursted into tears and tooks Venice to his lap while Venice gently embraced him and looked into his eyes.

"I'm sorry Pa... Are you mad?"

"No of course not, I'm just worried. I don't want you to be hurt or to be sick. Daddy and Hia won't like it too."

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Macau went inside to change clothes because Chay and Kim would be here to pick them for arcade gaming and when they arrive Pete kissed both of them good bye and headed straight to the sofa with a sad expression so I sat next to him.

There are moments when he gets into a trance in his own world, overthinking and at this moment are one of those times.

"Love. What's bothering you?"

"Venice...earlier...and you."

"Me? Why would you be worried about me? Venice is fine."

He shifted his weight and leaned to my arm, holding my hands tightly with his eyes fixated unto mine.

"I don't wanna lose you Vegas. I don't wanna lose Macau or Venice. I can't... I don't wanna wake up without you by my side. Please don't leave me...", he pleaded now crying uncontrollably.

Gently, I placed my hands on the base of his neck and cheeks kissing him slowly and steady. "I'm here... I promise you, I won't let anything bad happen to them or me. I'm the devil remember?"

He sniffles and laughs while I caress his face with my thumbs.

I get scared too but not as much as Pete, he still gets nightmares from what happened when I was shot in front of him like it was yesterday. He's scared of losing me as I am scared of losing him.

The world could burn down in flames for all I care, as long as Pete is safe and happy I wouldn't have it either way.

I leaned in for a kiss once more, placing Peter's hands behind him, I was about to take off his tank top when we both hear a unison of screams.

"Christ! Couldn't you do it in your room Hia! Put a shirt on for goodness sake!", Macau yells his hands blocking Venice from seeing us.

"Your doors and windows are open you dumbass.", Kim laughs seeing Chay running away flustered.

"So what? we're at home and married." I kissed Pete again and frustratedly ran my fingers through my hair with Pete embarrassedly assures Chay that it was okay.

"You're going to give us a heart attack that's what, if we arrived later to get my guitar, lord knows what atrocities we would witness.", he points to Venice and to me.

They left and Pete laughed again hugging a pillow, seeing me lock all the doors and the blinds.

"How about we continue this upstairs dear husband? Chay was probably traumatized, I have a surprise.", he seductively threw his hands around my neck and smiled.

To my demise, we were on the bed watching series and eating popcorn, but seeing him giggling and laughing in his sweats was more than enough.

He then realize I was staring at him when he cutely tilts his head to the side. "What? You don't like it? It's funny."

So I ate a popcorn and hugged him from behind so he would lean on me with my back against the headboard and my chin resting on his neck.

"No, I love it Wifey."

I love him. I love him always.