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I feel as though, the more this goes on, there should be a cue for evil laughter… mwahhaha! Thanks for the reviews! This story has already gotten to 2k. Now, I feel as though we need to reflect more on Xavier's child-ness….

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William POV

"Xavier!"

"Daddy!"

"Willy!"

"Grell….."

"ME!" Xavier squeaks happily, and I sigh. Grell pouts a bit, and then excuses himself to go to the bathroom to clean up. Xavier had… well, he had just accidentally spilled a plate of spaghetti on Grell. Shaking my head, I get a cloth and begin to clean up the mess. Xavier watches me from across the table.

"… daddy?"

"Yes Xavier?"

"Are you mad at me?"

I look at him in surprise. "Why would I be mad at you?"

"Because I spilled stuff on mommy."

"I'm not mad." Sighing, I take the dishes to the kitchen. I hear the small boy's steps following quietly. I have definitely become use to the small pattering of his feet.

"Is mommy at me?" His voice is small, and he stands next to me as I put the dishes in the sink. I glance down at him.

"Of course he isn't."

"But I spilled stuff on her."

Shaking my head, I bend over to pick him up. How that boy could destroy everything, but never got a speck of dirt on him was a mystery to me. "Grell isn't."

"Grell isn't what?" Grell walks back in, having changed into one of my shirts. I bite my lip watching him, noticing how it actually suited him in a way. Managing to hold back a smile, I shrug.

"Xavier thinks you are mad at him."

"He does? Xavier, I could never be mad at someone as adorable as you." He kisses his cheek, promoting a loud giggle from him. "Now, how about ice cream, since you love it so much?" Grell heads over to a cupboard, pulling out three bowls. I pick up Xavier, returning him to his seat at the now clean table.

"Can I have vanilwa?"

"Definitely." In a few short minutes, we are seated at the table, eating quietly. I wasn't a fan of ice cream, but at least Xavier seemed to be relatively happy.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?"

"Can I still be a shenanigan?" He looks at me questioningly, his large blue eyes peering through his bangs.

"It's shinigami. And of course."

"Mommy?"

"Yes, darling?"

"Can I have a chain-sawie thingy to?"

"NO!" I say this a bit loudly, and both Grell and Xavier look at my surprised. Clearing my throat, I speak again. "It's dangerous.

"But Daddy….." he pouts.

"Xavier…"

"Awe, please, William? He just wants to take up after his mom!" Now Grell is pouting, and I pinch the bridge of my nose.

"No. That's it."

Xavier keeps on staring at both of us. "…. Can I have a lawnmower?"

"NO!" This time, both me and Grell protest, and Xavier is quiet, still staring at us. Suddenly, he giggles again. I sigh, and Grell starts giggling.

"You're funny, you know that?" Grell pokes the boy's side, tickling him, and Xavier laughs more. He kicks his feet, accidentally bumping the table. Now, Grell's bowl of ice cream tips over the edge, covering Grell's newly changed shirt with vanilla ice cream.

Xavier giggles. "Vanilwa!"

"Xavier!"

"William!"

"Me!" More giggling fills the room.

Xavier POV

I place the book so it is standing straight and parallel to another one. Once it is balance, I place a book on its side over the two, creating a sort of squared arch. Grinning, I step back to admire my work.

I have taken as many books as I could find, and have stacked and modelled them all into what looked like a tower. Once I was done, I proudly turned for the door, and headed to the kitchen to tell my mom and dad. I wanted to show them the tower I had successfully made.

As I got nearer, I heard the feminine voice of my mother. "Well, yes, Will, he is, but it's probably only natural…"

"I know, but it just makes me wonder." I hear my dad sigh slowly, and I step quietly, peering around the corner. The two are washing dishes, and discussing something.

"Well, William, it is upsetting. I mean, I won't get to enjoy him as a child as much as I would like to. I mean, I can't have children anyways so…"

"I know Grell." My father gives him a look that might contain the slightest hint of sadness, which is surprising. I creep back into the hall a bit, so I can eavesdrop more on their conversation without being seen.

"Oh well… at least I had him so little once, that's what matters." My mommy's voice sighs as well now, and I frown and go back to my room, deciding I've heard enough.

So… my mommy wants me little? I wonder to myself in confusion. I guess I had been growing fast… had I? I never paid attention… but now, as I thought about it, thought about all the books I've read an all the families I've seen outside passing by, I guess I am different.

And my mom wants me little… maybe I can stop growing? I decided to ask the Sebastian-man about it. He seemed to have answers for stuff.

Smiling with satisfaction, I get into my new tower, squeezing into the space under it to play with my stuffed animals.