Xena
It has been a year since I left my old life and continent behind.
I am nursing Xylon when Xaden walks in and plants a kiss on my cheeks.
“Hey, sweety.”
“Good afternoon, Mother. I am going to eat and be on my way.”
I raise my eyebrow. He has settled in too well here. It helps that the people are great.
“The team has a football practice. We have a match this weekend.”
I nod. “don’t stay too late and don’t get hurt.”
He laughs. He thinks I worry too much and too protective, but I can’t help it.
“Well, you have Xylon if anything…”
“Xaden!” I exclaim and he cracks up.
“Just joking, Mother. I know that you love me more,” he teases while I shake my head and place his fast asleep brother on the cot bed.
“He looks so much like him.”
I nod, Xael’s image flashing in my head.
