A Life with Him [VegasXPete]

CHAPTER 12

VEGAS

Vegas was a fucked-up person.

He was a fucked-up person and he was very conscious of that fact.

He still remembered how he used to say that being born inside the Theerapanyakul family was like a curse; every Theerapanyakul man did their best to raise their children in the most disturbing way as possible. Vegas’s grandfather raised his two sons to be exquisite men, raised them to never fail, to always be great when it comes to the family business; but he never taught them how to be good human beings, how to treat people well even when they didn’t want anything from them in return. Vegas’s father grew to be an amazing business man, but a very terrible person.

Every slap, every word that cut Vegas’s heart into a million pieces, every high expectation that was placed upon him with the promise that if he fails, he would not be considered worthy of the family anymore; everything that happened made Vegas promise that the Theerapanyakul name, on this side of the family, would end with him and Macau. He agreed that doesn’t matter how fucked-up he was, he would never be able to curse someone with the “privilege” of being part of his family.

Vegas himself recognized his father’s work on his actions.

Vegas’s father never taught him how to love, he taught him how to take away other’s love.

He never taught him how to play soccer or how to cook something delicious, he taught him how to torture someone.

He never gave him love or afection, he gave him high hopes followed with harsh words.

He never accepted Vegas, he refused to believe that his son wasn’t like him.

He never taught Vegas how to accept others love, he only taught him how to be suspicious of it, because, after all, who would be able to love such a fucked-up person like him, right?

Vegas was very lucky to found someone like Pete, who was patient enough to taught him all the things he should’ve learn before; how to love, how to accept the fact that he could be loved, how to treat people with kindness and how to listen them as well. Vegas himself was still learning how to get away of that fucking vicious cycle that his dad trapped him and Macau in. So, when the doctor stood there and told him that, apparently, he was going to be a father, he felt like the ground beneath his feet was falling apart.

Aside from Macau, Vegas never had much contact with children, neither he knew if he liked them or not; but if there was one thing that he was completely sure of, was that he never wanted to be a father before. After all, his kid would be raised by him, a Theerapanyakul man as fucked-up as the others before him; the kid would have his blood, his genes. And Vegas knew how fucked-up that could be.

“Mr. Theerapanyakul?” The doctor’s voice brought Vegas back to reality.

“Are you sure?” Vegas asked, still a little shocked.

The doctor was clearly a little surprised by Vegas’s question; he glanced at Pete’s files and cleared his throat. Vegas knew this was a stupid question to ask, but that was all he was able to bring himself to say in that moment.

“Mr. Saengtham is ten weeks pregnant.” He said again. “We ran a few tests to confirm it when Mr. Porsche told the medical staff about this situation. With someone close to the patient saying that he’s pregnant, we have to run some tests to confirm that.”

“So, there is no way this could be some kind of medical misunderstand?”  

The doctor looked at him with some kind of confusion on his face, but before he could say anything, a familiar voice called Vegas’s name, making him turn his face from the doctor and stare at Porsche’s figure in the corner, looking exhausted while holding an envelope on his hands.