Rex picked Xavier up with just a little struggle. He was a very big boy, after all. He smiled down at his son and kissed his forehead, pushing a bit of rogue hair from his forehead.
"Xavier. You can't be mad at your father. It's not his fault." He told him, then carried him into the kitchen and put him at the table.
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