Falling in Love (Alexander X Reader)

Training for My Safety

"First things first, I need you to change, but not into a dress, I bought you pants and a shirt, don't wear that outside of training. You can meet me in the backyard when you are done" George explained.

I couldn't explain why, but I was excited as f*ck, I feel this training will bring back memories of Abuelo.

Fast Forward to Training:

"Y/N, are you sure you want to do this?", George asked, obviously concerned.

"Of course I do", he handed me the gun

"Hit one of those cans", he ordered.

I kneel down as I position myself. I did what Abuelo told me to do: first my Y/n you have to the gun powder here, I filled the spot with gun powder, then you have to close the prison and lock it, I heard a click as I locked the prison, then you pull the trigger, I aimed. I heard the shot got and a ping, the bullet hit the can. I got out of the position and waited for George's feedback. His mouth was open as wide as it can be and he grabbed my hand and told me, "Your grandfather must've been cool"

"I didn't see him often, but this is what we did with our time together", I explained.

Fast Forward to later in training;

I punched and kicked as hard as I can.

"Good, Y/N", he complimented. I decided that that wasn't enough so I punched harder, kicked harder, "Wow, I'm impressed"

Fast Forward to before dinner:

"Wow, you really hit me, Y/N", he looked at his hands which were so red.

"I'm sorry" I said, ashamed I hit him hard.

"Don't be, I've had worse", he chuckled.

"If you don't mind, dinner is ready", Martha announced.

Us, the hungry, hardworking people we are, George and I rushed to the table.

"Uh, Uh, uh, go wash your hands, I can tell you guys worked hard" Martha said. We both raced each other to the sink to see who could wash their hands first, I won.

After we washed our hands we ran to the dinner table and we ate dinner.

"Thank you, Dad", I thanked him.

"For what?" he munched on his food.

"For giving me a privilege a lot of women don't have", I explained.

"Oh, your welcome, you're tougher than you look, Y/N. Happy Birthday", he stood out of his seat and came to kiss me on the head. Martha did the same.

"I have one last present for you," Martha said as she stood up and ran upstairs.

She came downstairs and gave me a pamphlet, Common Sense by Thomas Paine.

I hugged her, "Thank you, I will treasure this and reread it a lot" I told her.

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Holy Shit, another chapter. If you guys like it, please stick around and vote, but I am going to move a little faster in this, I am going to fast forward to her being sixteen. Okay byes!