It had been a peaceful morning.
Pete woke up to find Vegas feeding Venice while making
breakfast for Macau and Pete.
"Hey sweet boy" Pete said to his lovely baby boy, greeting him, macau and his husband a good morning.
"You look terrible" the young teen said as he saw Pete
"Thanks for the compliment Mac" He patted Macaus head and than gave his lovely husband's a kiss.
"Are you okay, darling?"
"Don't worry darling, I'm alright." Pete gave Vegas another kiss but this time on the cheek, telling him that he is indeed alright.
"Okay well go sit down love, breakfast is ready"
So Pete did just that, set down and had breakfast with his husband, and his two children.
Although Macau wasn't his child, he considered the boy as his child, and loved Macau just as much as he loved Venice and Vegas.
They had breakfast like a normal happy family.
Expect they were far from normal, and Pete was far from happy.
He had too sit there, have breakfast, lunch and dinner with his family every day, acting like he was okay everytime.
He wasn't okay though.
And he was fine with it.
If it meant hiding and pretending to be fine would keep Vegas happy and sane, would make macau's depression better and would make Venice have a somewhat normal childhood, than Pete was gonna keep hiding it from them until they find out on their own.
Maybe its worse that way, but Vegas just started to be comfortable around venice and started treating him like his own son, and macau's depression just had started getting better.
Pete didn't want too ruin that because of him, he really didn't think it was a big deal anyway.
Pete was always known as a useless and worthless person, no one cared about him or payed attention to him, not even his friends, or so called best friends remembered him when he got kidnapped, everyone forgets about him anyways.
And the little family he created these past few months are probably gonna forget about him too, just like the rest.
He really wasn't useful to them anymore, so maybe it was better this way.
Maybe dying was better than living in a world where noone cares and everyone forgets about you.
Although Vegas said he loved Pete deeply, Pete can't seem to shake the feeling of being worthless to Vegas.
He always felt that way, he didn't see what Vegas saw in him, he didn't see why he was Vegas's and Macau's safe zone, he didn't see why Venice, his little baby, loved him so much.
Pete didn't know he was this insecure until now.
He didn't see how jealous he got whenever Porsche and Vegas talked together.
He knows, he knows that Vegas never liked Porsche, he hates him, but he can't help but be jealous of Porsche, his own best friend.
The pretty, cheerful, handsome man that makes everyone love him.
He really doesn't know why Vegas chose him, when Porsche exists.
The doctors said these kind of thoughts were normal for a patient like him.
But he's been having these kind of thoughts long before the sickness had taken over his body.
Somtimes at night, Pete wondered if anyone will be sad after he passed away.
Maybe Vegas, but he'd forget him after a week, same with Macau.
Pete really couldn't help but cry, Vegas sleeping right beside him, looking so peaceful and beautiful, his husband.
Pete didn't wanna see Vegas sad ever again, and he hasn't really, he hasn't seen Vegas sad ever since the accident with his father and when he got shot, which was a few months ago.
So Pete hoped that Vegas wouldn't be sad for Pete one bit after he died.
Maybe he wanted Vegas and Macau to forget him, so they don't have to be sad for him.
He new his sweet boy is too young too even notice when his gone, so atleast his baby won't be sad.
Pete has very confusion emotions and thoughts.
Another fine morning, Pete wakes up, looking weak and pale and sick.
Vegas has been worried sick about him, so was Macau, but Pete kept saying he was fine, he refused to go to the doctors when Vegas asked.
Why should he go, he knows whats wrong with him anyway.
What he feels regret was for making them worried about him ,he didn't want to worry them, he was too useless for someone to be worried about him, no one ever did anyways, except his grandma, that had died two months ago.
Going downstairs too see his family sitting there waiting for him, so they all can eat breakfast together.
Vegas was again feeding Venice.
He had felt terribly sorry how he'd let every responsibility he had on Venice to Vegas.
He was too weak to even hold his own baby.
Tears were finding their way into his eyes as he looked at his family.
"Beautiful, come eat"
Beautiful
Vegas called him that even though he looked like a mess
A small smile entered his face
He felt as if his body gave up.
And than all he could see is black.
He died on the floor, with the last thoughts of how much he loves his little family.
