Creating Memories

Chapter Twenty Five

Tankhun sat at his desk, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the wood, a sign of his restless thoughts. It had been a week since Vegas and Pete returned from their trip, and yet, the conversation he had anticipated never came. Tankhun had prepared himself for it, certain that they would soon discuss Pete and the children moving out of the main family mansion to the minor family mansion. But there was nothing—no mention of it at all.

Pete seemed more relaxed, even well-rested, but beyond that, there were no signs of the big change Tankhun had expected. He kept an eye on Pete, waiting for any hint or subtle gesture, but he found nothing unusual. The silence was unsettling.

One afternoon, as Tankhun sat in his office, his mind preoccupied, Arm walked in and immediately noticed the worried expression on his boss's face.

"Khun Noo, is something bothering you?" Arm asked, concern lacing his voice.

Tankhun looked up, his thoughts momentarily interrupted. "Arm, have you noticed anything different about Pete and Vegas? Since they got back, I mean."

Arm furrowed his brow, thinking for a moment. "Not really. Pete seems the same, just a bit more relaxed, maybe."

Tankhun sighed, leaning back in his chair. "It feels weird. I remember Vegas asking for my permission to let Pete move in with him, and he even said he was going to propose. But since they got back, I haven't heard a word about it."

"Maybe they're not ready to talk about it yet," Arm suggested gently.

Tankhun shook his head, still troubled. "It's just... odd. Vegas isn't the type to delay things like this, especially when it comes to something important."

Arm hesitated before speaking again. "Actually, Khun Noo, Khun Vegas contacted me earlier. He invited the main family to the minor family mansion for dinner."

Tankhun perked up slightly. "Dinner? What's the occasion?"

"Khun Cherry is hosting a family dinner," Arm replied.

Tankhun raised an eyebrow. "Is that all?"

Arm nodded. "Yes, Khun Noo. That's all he mentioned."

Tankhun sighed again, leaning back in his chair with a thoughtful expression. "People nowadays are weird," he muttered to himself. "They're up to something, I just know it."

Arm just shrugs and just let his boss overthink.

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Vegas gently brushed his fingers through Venice's shoulder, making sure the pajamas were snug and comfortable. "All done, buddy," he said, smiling as Venice yawned, looking adorably sleepy. Venice nodded, rubbing his eyes as Vegas scooped him up and carried him to the dining table where Pete was already seated, his eyes soft as he watched the two of them.

"I'll get your warm milk," Vegas said, setting Venice down next to Pete. He moved to the kitchen, preparing the milk while keeping an eye on his family. Pete offered Venice a gentle smile, though there was a slight tension in the air that Vegas couldn't ignore.

As Vegas handed Venice the cup of warm milk, he mentioned casually, "By the way, Pete, Cherry prepared a family dinner for this week. The main family are coming. She invited you and the kids, too."

"Okay," Pete replied, his tone calm but distant. Vegas's heart twinged at the short response. Ever since they returned from their vacation, Pete had been quieter than usual. Vegas knew why, and it had been eating at him.

After a moment of silence, Vegas finally spoke up, trying to keep his voice steady. "Pete... Are you still upset?"

Pete looked at him, his gaze softening. "No, I'm not."