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Xavier's POV

I walked into the house with Ace in one arm, Amelia's medication in the other. I used my body to close the door as Ace continued to run his hands across my stumble, small giggles leaving him. Amelia left work earlier today after falling ill before a meeting, which worried me since she didn't really do well with illness. Lesley and I had stopped at the pharamacy before I dropped her off, getting pills for headaches and an upset stomach.

"Juice" Ace exclaimed as I moved into the kitchen and I smiled placing him to sit in his highchair, pulling the fridge door open.

"What kind?" I asked him as I filled a glass of water for Amelia.

"Apple" He pronouced as perfectly as he could and I filled his sippy cup handing it to him. Footsteps sounded and I looked up to see Amelia walking towards us dressed in my clothes from head to toe, her hair flowing down her back.

"How are you feeling?" I asked as she moved around the island, walking into my hold, and she laughed slightly her hands