roses & thorns [vegaspete]

chapter 7; Heaven sent.

"Would you stay still for crying out loud? I told you to sit down an hour ago but you're still working. I told you I needed to change your bandages." I said following behind my work-sick husband as he walked through the house flipping through all sorts of papers and etcetera.

"I told you just a second" Vegas said holding up a finger, "You said that a second ago, and you have been for the past hour. Now sit down" I said and cornered him onto a chair forcing him to sit down, "now let me do what I need to do" I added, Vegas rolled his eyes and sat quietly eagered to get up and back to work already.

"Work work work, oi I'm getting exhausted for you" I said and shook my head grabbing a clean bandage from the first-aid kit and then taking off the old bandage.

"This is why I work and not you" Vegas responded, "hey, I can work. It's just you won't let me" I quickly retorted as he looked up unamused.

"Should I clean it again or change the bandage" I asked sarcastically, "Just change the bandage, Pete" he said.

"Wrong answer" I said and smacked his head lightly, then grabbed a Q-tip and put some saline solution on it and pressed it against the scarred wound.

"You need to learn how to take breaks in between your work sessions" I commented, "are you done with your scolding? why don't you scold the boys?" he responded.

"What did Venice and Vivian do to be scolded, they are more behaved than you are, Vegas" I snapped back, "They are not they are menaces, and you call them well behaved like they are angels" He responded, "and you talk as if you're such a saint yourself sir" I said, grabbing a new bandage and wrapping it around the wound.

"They are spoiled menaces because of you, they don't even work, do chores" Vegas explained, "Vegas, they are middle schoolers." I said, "and? I was working at their age. Back when I was their age I was learning how to shoot and go on missions-" He started, "Watch what you say Vegas, besides they aren't doing any of that, you saw how both of them reacted at the incident that happened last week" I cut him off and bickered, "You know they wouldn't act like that if they were raised the way I was" Vegas argued. "That's the thing Vegas. I don't want them to be raised the same way you were, I want them both to be safe and live their lives without them worrying they are going to be hunted down at any second, I want them to have friends and relationships and live normal lives. You would've wanted the same if you were raised differently, ask Macau I bet you he'll tell you he'd wished to be raised differently." I argued back.

"I just think that if they were raised differently, they wouldn't be so dependent on us both" Vegas sighed, "They are supposed to be dependent on us Vegas, we are their parents." I spoke.

Ever since the incident at the minor family's house me and Vegas have been in this same argument.

Vegas is regretting how we raised Venice and Vivian. I think we raised them great, putting a roof over their heads, food on the table and a place where they can feel at ease and a safe environment. For Vegas he thinks we are raising them to be scaredy cats, even though we have put them both in self-defense training which they are very good at, and I'm sure in cases of emergency they are able to use those abilities to protect themselves.

I never want them to go through what me, Vegas, Macau went through, and I cannot stress it enough.

Vegas also expressed that we just tell them our past, in which I told him no.

Maybe when they are old enough to know then I'll consider it but not when they are middle schoolers.

"I'm going to get back to work." Vegas said and got up, pushing me out of the way.