It's The Little Things. (completed)

Evil drool

Alex’s birthday was a few days away, I was planning on a having a small family and friends birthday, because I hate chaos and simply because of the limited people I had in my circle.

I really didn’t care. I just wanted my baby to have his sweet and simple birthday which will be, hopefully, wrapped in warmth and uncountable love.

So that’s the reason I was having this talk-err-argument with Xavier, he wanted a full blown sweet sixteen type of birthday bash where I was restraining from even the illusion of it.

I am not being selfish, I am being sensible; he will be one not sixteen. But does Xavier listen, no.

“Why can’t you agree with me?”He said irritated and I shook my head and crossed my hand stubbornly.

“Because you just don’t get it.”I pointed out and he glared at me.

“I get that you want to be a stick in the ass parent.” He fired back and I just raised my eye brow at his explanation.

“You are ridicules.” I concluded and picked Alex up from the floor.

He was quite entertained from our little fight.

“oh! no miss you come right here.” He ordered, to which I simply rolled my eyes.

“make me.” I challenged unknowingly and didn’t really think he will take it seriously.

I heard a warrior cry, which startled me and I spun around alarmed, only to find Xavier running at me and, quite comically, slipping over the Alex’s fresh droll.

Let me emphasize it, he slipped and flew back, literarily, his hair wildly flying around, feet up and he was down with a thud that sounded like pos falling on marbled floor.

Ouch, that will hurt, a lot.

I tried, I really tried to control my hysterical laughter that swelled me like a balloon but all the restrictions went in vain and combusted at the spot. Lying/rolling on the floor, with tears down my face. Alex was sitting next to me with having his own fits of laughter.

Why wouldn’t he be laughing? He just saw a live scene Tom and Jerry style.

“OMG! Ar-are you o-ha-okay?” I asked still trying to control another wave of laughter that begged to be out.

Hr grumbled and rubbed his back of head. I crawled towards him and hovered above it.

I giggled and rubbed his arm that was red, no doubt from the impact of torture of his whole body weight.

“that’s what you get for not agreeing with me.” I concluded his fall and dragged him on the couch.

“that’s not true.” He complained and I rubbed his back.

“yes it is, let me get you an ice pack.” I said and made my way to the kitchen.

I opened the fridge and grabbed two ice packs and made my way towards the living room.

Alex was standing, his hands on Xavier’s knees and he watching his father curiously. Xavier kissed Alex and grunted from pain.

Xavier was shirtless with only his blue jeans on, he looked appetizing even in pain.

I moved at the back of the couch and touched his back and pushed it gently. He grunted and moved forward. I gasped as I saw his back.

It was red and had purple bruises forming on his back. I guess he hit his back pretty hard and there were few cuts too. I was just thinking from where he got them. I glanced at the floor only to see Alex toys sprawled on the floor and the reason of cuts on Xavier’s back.