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Sorry for some typos I've caught in some last chapters... my bad!

And I finally decided to upload a cover photo I drew… (forced by my friend). Kind of sucks, made all by hand… and then I uploaded it to the wrong story at first, so if you can't see it on this story first sorry!

Props to my friend who up-loaded the photo for me….

William POV

"Daddy, I want another cookie."

"William, its William. And you just had a cookie. Five, in fact."

"But I want another one, daaaaddyyyy. Gwell would give me another one."

"My name is William, and I just said no-"

"But Da-…. Willy, I want another one." Xavier sits at the kitchen counter pouting, his arms crossed. His large blue eyes threaten to spill over with tears as he looks down sadly at the granite counter tops. I sigh and go over, wiping the cookie crumbs into the garbage before wiping his chin. He looks up at me sadly. I swear that kid has learned a lot from Grell.

"You won't want supper if I give you more. Now, you need to get changed into clean clothes again…" I pick him up into my arms, taking him to the living room. He clings to me, playing with me tie.

"Can I have a tie? I want a tie. Why don't I have a tie daddy?"

"Maybe some time, we can buy you one." I sit him down on the couch, getting a new pair of clothes for him. Black pants, a white long-sleeved shirt, a purple vest. I give him a black bow tie, making it neat under his chin… which is a bit hard as he struggles, trying to get out of my grasp while repeatedly yanking on my own tie. When I'm done, I grab a black jacket, putting him in it.

"I want a tie. Everyone at your work has a tie. I want a tie." He tries to look at the bow tie under his chin, and attempts to take it off. Exhausted from taking care of this kid, I turn around to find something to occupy myself until Grell comes to pick him up. He insists on taking Xavier to see that… demon. I refused to go… well, still refuse. So the two will be going alone.

"You can have a tie then. And I'm busy, so if you wouldn't mind being quiet…." I flip open a book, and begin to read quietly. Xavier stares for a bit before jumping off the couch, heading into the other room. I listen to the loud steps, marveling at how fast that kid was growing. It had only been about a week since seeing Undertaker… and the kid was the size of a two-year-old. And to add onto that, he spoke a few years older. He had the mind of a five or six-year old… and he used that mind for such things as stealing more cookies.

I continue to read, occasionally hearing scuffling in the next room, and I keep on wondering if I should check up on him. I neglect this… until there is a rather unpleasant noise of an instrument being played, not at all in tune.

"Xavier?" I get up, going to the other room where the piano sits. He sits on the bench, his legs too short to reach the ground, and is pressing keys at random. He pouts, and then looks at me with confusion.

"Da-... Willy, why won't it work? It doesn't sound pretty…." He looks back at the keys frowning, and I go to sit beside him.

"It takes practice to play an instrument, Xavier. Not to mention to be able to play it with skill." I click eight keys, going up a scale, the notes in perfect timing and order. Xavier looks more confused.

"Can I play the piano?"

"Well, it takes discipline, and a lot of hard work. It helps if you have an ear for music."

"I only have two ears!" He clutches the sides of his head with his hands, and I sigh with slight amusement.

"That's not what I mean. What I mean is that sometimes, people have a gift with it."

"I want a gift…" He looks at the keys. "Can you teach me?"

"I can, if you want me to." And with that, I begin teaching him the different keys, saying their names while reciting them. He repeats after me.

"C….D… F… no, E... then F?... G… A,B, C!" He grins up at me, even though he only got the letter names… not the right keys. I laugh at his enthusiasm, and ruffle his hair a bit.

"That's great… and Grell is going to come get you right away." I glance at the clock. Grell should have been here five minutes ago. I stand up, picking him off the bench and leading him to the front door. He clings to my hand, skipping while humming a random tune. As I wonder where Grell is, the front door opens with a bang.

"Willy! And… there's my darling!" Grell grins and picks up Xavier, spinning him in his arms. The happy boy wraps his arms around his neck and giggles loudly. After planting a kiss on his cheek, Grell turns back to me. "Sorry I was late… there was a bit of extra work, you know how it is… especially when you're not there." He shrugs, then turns to head out the door.

"Wait… if that demon tries anything on Xavier-"

"You'll rip his throat out? Pretty sure he knows that… and as if you could." Grell grins. "Then again, you may have a chance…"

"Whatever. And you guys need to be back-"

"By 8, or 9-ish.. I know, William. Though it's nice how you are so caring today." And with that, Grell suddenly plants a kiss on my cheek and heads back for the door. Xavier giggles more at this, watching us closely. I am about to argue, but for the sake of the kid being there I don't.

"Bye Daddy!" The small kid waves over Grell's shoulder at me happily, looking as though he wanted me to go with them. I wave and watch them quietly as they head out the door, the sun shining brightly on the two red-heads.

Sorry for the rather short chapter… I just wanted some fluffiness… some character building stuff… but fear not, for now I'll definitely need to have a certain demon next chapter… mwhahaah!.