When June kissed December (Completed)

Chapter 9

"That's what we were told in art classes at school. The teacher explained to us that it is the dark shadow that gives depth to any object. Without a shadow, it is impossible to value the true light."

Pete notices the alpha's adam's apple twitching. He gives a small nod of agreement and still opens the window. Then he wishes "enjoy your meal" and is about to leave the room. But Pete detains him:

"Won't you have breakfast with us?"

"I'm not really hungry. I'll ask for coffee to be brought to my office.

"Okay...."

"Once again, enjoy your meal, Pete. And have a est, please."

"Thanks. Have a nice day, Khun Vegas."

The alpha bows his head with a smile and leaves the room. And Pete sadly looks after him for a while. Then he puts his feet on the floor. Looking around, he notices carefully prepared home clothes for him, as well as a bathrobe and a couple of towels.

Okay. First, the shower, and then we'll see.

On his return, he finds Macau waiting for breakfast to begin.

"Hungry, aren't you?"  Pete winks at the newt, then sits cross-legged and moves the breakfast tray closer. What's not there! There would definitely be enough for both of us... will you be avoiding me now? Scolding himself for his too hectic, or semi-conscious, impulse of yesterday, Pete spends way too much time putting everything on his plate . Macau pulls its paws to a bowl of lemon jam.

"Uh, actually, Vegas forbade giving you sweets."

But this little one brat makes such desperately pleading eyes that Pete giggles:

"I'll give you a teaspoon, but first a piece of bun, got it?"

The newt's mouth shrinks to a satisfied smile, and the tail flies up like a pipe. Pete giggles again and breaks off the edge of the bun. Then he crumbles it into small pieces on a saucer, adding a spoonful of jam on the side. He puts the saucer in front of Macau, and that one —Pete's eyes almost pop out — sits on his tail and starts taking piece by piece with his paws.

"Wow!" the omega is about to clap his hands, "how smart you are, little brat!"

Macau closes its eyes. Pete is sure that he is very pleased with his praise. Breakfast takes twenty minutes. The omega is still distracted and going over fragments of last night in his memory. And he doesn't even notice how having eaten his portion of sweet Macau sneaks to the bowl to take more. Pete comes to his senses only when Macao, who took advantage of his confusion, almost pours the jam on the bed.

"Hey, we didn't agree on that," Pete shakes his head and puts the tray back on the bedside table, "no offense, but there will be no sweet more than you have already received."

Macau defiantly turns away and sneaks under the pillow — only the tail remains sticking out.

"Aw, you little brat!" Pete laughs and touches the sharp tip of his tail, and it instantly disappears under the pillow.

***

"Uh... sorry, I didn't mean to spy."

"What are you talking about, Pete? Come in, please."

Half an hour after breakfast, Pete gets bored sitting alone in Vegas' bedroom. Of course, his husband brought the phone and the tablet in advance, but it's no good. It seems like he's too lazy to do anything... but the prospect of sitting or lying down all day is also not happy. So, after getting dressed, Pete grunts to Macau, who is still offended at him, and leaves the room. His legs seem to carry him to Vegas' study by themselves.