Xavier's POV
"Wake up, buddy, we gave to go," I said to my son, who was still asleep inside the plane.
We landed a couple of minutes ago, Hope went ahead. She is waiting in the car for us. I watched as my son slowly opened his eyes and stretched his arms.
" Dad, where is mum?" he asked me and stretched out his arms for me to lift him up. He was still in his PJ's.
After what happened at the house last night, I did not think that he would be able to sleep. The experience was a traumatic one, and I don't know what happened. All that I know is that my son is safe, and that is all that matters to me. I picked him up, and he laid his head on my shoulder, I carried him to the car.
Hope still hasn't said anything to me since we left New York. She woke up a couple of hours ago and didn't
