All the words written like (this) is a translation for a Spanish word used.
For the names written like this is their name and what it means.
Picture on the side is Xavier's mom-------------------------------->
*****Recap*****
I couldn't wait to see her tomorrow! That was my last thought before drifting off to sleep.
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Chapter 6
Xavier's POV
I woke up the next morning in a great mood, which was probably very strange for my parents because if anyone knows i'm not a morning person it's sure as hell them. I always hated to get up for school ever since I started grammar school and when i started stay out really late partying or stupid shit like that and got even less sleep the grouchiness became a whole lot worse, and then the Alpha duties packed on to my hated of waking up and the partying. So when i woke earlier than i usually do and came downstairs with a smile on my face instead of grumbling my mom looked so surprised when i kissed her on the cheek and smiled.
"Morning mom. Whats for breakfast?" i greeted her than asked.
"Who are you and what the hell have you done with my son?" she asked in a surprised tone. And yeah she's the kinda mom that's not scared of using profanities she says that 'fuck' and 'shit' are just 4 letter words like 'love' and 'home'.
"Haha mom very funny."
"No really my son does not smile until at least noon and in the morning he can be moody little shit. You however, are all smiles. The only way i would be able to think you are my son and are not acting like there is a stick shoved up your ass like you do most days would be for me to belive that you were just acting like asshole all the other days to see what i would do and that's not a very nice thing to do to your mother, Xavier." she said with her mock discipline tone. She was never really big on discipline that was more of my father's thing. When you looked at her you could tell that she was the easy going one when it came to parenting. She had light brown hair like me but she was a little darker than me cause her parents were Hispanic. She grew up in a Spanish speaking household. So she is a complete Latina and you can tell. Me and my sister have our mom's hair and our father's skin color.
"Mom is it a crime to be happy in the morning?"
"It is for you. Now for the last time before i kick you out of my house because i don't cook breakfast for people I do not know, who are you?" she said trying not to smile but failing epicly.
"Uhh MOM!! Its me XAVIER you oldest and VERY HUNGRY son!!!!"
"Ahh see there's the irritatingly grouchy son I gave birth to."
"Mom I'd rather not hear about you giving birth to me."
"What i'm not telling you about what your father and i did to get you here or about how it felt when i was pushing you out of my vagi..." i cut her off before she could finish.
"OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PLEASE stop talking!!!!! I don't wanna hear any of that!!! Ahh I'm not even hungry anymore!!! GOD!!!"
It was at this time that my dad walked down stairs in his suit ready to go to work. He looked just a few years older than me but still young since we usually stop aging around 25 to 27. I looked more like my mom so he and i didn't really look alike.
My mom was laughing her ass off at the disgusted expression on my face.
"What's going on down here?" he asked trying to do his tie but not succeeding.
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