Xena
I know the moment Xara suggests for their wedding to be held here that trouble is about to start. Xael, Xaden and Xylon think I am too tough on them, but I know my girls too well. They would have never completed their degrees had I not been tough.
I don’t bother commenting when Xaden, Nadia, Xylon and Amy tell us about the disaster this whole thing is becoming.
I want to laugh when they all turn to me to intervene. I knew that they would.
“We will stay out of it,” Xael vows, but I don’t believe it. The moment the girls flash him their puppy faces or misty eyes, he will be begging me to do whatever they want.
“Swear on your life.”
“Xena,” he calls to me while I shrug.
“I can’t help then. You deal with it.”
He clenches his jaw before conceding. “Fine. I will not get involve
