Back home.

~When its good, you are shaking.~

Xavier POV:

The familiar scent of home enveloped me as I stepped through the front door. It was a comforting blend of my dad's cooking, the wood of the furniture, and the subtle perfume that always lingered in the air. It was good to be back.

"Dad, I'm home!" I called out, my voice echoing through the house.

Moments later, his head popped out from the kitchen, a wide grin spreading across his face. "Xavier! It's about time you showed up. I was starting to think you'd forgotten where you live!"

I laughed, crossing the room to give him a bear hug. "Trust me, Dad, I could never forget this place. It's good to be back, though."

He clapped me on the back, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, you better get used to it. Look how much weight you have lost. You better prepare yourself to bulk up."

"I am focusing on my muscles, Dad. I cannot bulk up. It will be hard for me to play on the ice." I said to him playfully, "Or you want you son to fall on his ass