Xavier drummed his hands on the snooker table he seems to be far away in a world of his own.
Xavier! A tale sign of amusement was heard in the voice.
"What," Xavier snapped, narrowing his eyes at the source of interruption.
"I called you three times." The amusement now turning into a chuckle.
Muffled snickers were heard around him.
"So? And what the hell is funny," he said glaring at them.
"If you no longer want to play just say so." Another pitched in, his tone was a tab bit calm and less amused than the first voice.
"So what got your panties in a bunch, tell us." The first voice continued.
"Shut up, Tony!" Xavier growled out his response.
Xander shook his head at them as he leaned against his cue. "Stop trying to reel him; he has been grumpy ever since this morning."
"I'm going inside, rather than to stand here and hear you guys talk about me like I ain't here," Xavier said, storming out of the room.
Loud waves of laughter followed him out of the room.
Leo raised an eyebrow as Xavier stormed off. "What his problem."
Xander chuckled. "All I think is he was expecting to see Glory, but she left with Evan this morning."
"The asshole is smitten and doesn't even know," Tony said, disbelief evident in his tone.
"We just pray he admit it eventually cause we made bet how long till he breaks," Xander said.
"He is breaking alright, but I just hope it's within my frame of time."
"Interesting, can we join?" Leo said, aiming the cue ball.
"Sure, Marie gave it three months and she uses every given opportunity to pitch them together. Charles, Evan, and I gave it a year."
"We will join Marie in this," Tony said exchanges looks with Leo.
"She is always right."
"Not this time she isn't." Xander shrugged.
"Suit yourself, you will lose anyway."
Xavier felt disgusted with himself. He made a promise to himself that he wouldn't have anything to do with her. He would just go on dismissing her like that night never occurred.
Then she up and left him without a word and he didn't like it at all.
His eyes squeezed shut in disgust and self-loathing.
He wanted to wake up to her smile and at least have the choice of acknowledging or ignoring her, Instead, his ego was badly battered.
It doesn't matter anyway, he didn't need her near him. That's the last thing he wants.
He felt indecisive; a part of him desired the opposite, and that made him angry.
Xavier stepped into the kitchen, the frown on his face eased as he saw Marie.
"My boy," Marie called as soon as he walked in.
"Marie? Do you need help with that?" Xavier said quickly coming to her side.
"No boy," she said, swatting away his hand. "I tell you I have been lifting things heavier than this small pot long before you were born."
"But if you insist on being a gentleman, you can carry up the broth to Glory."
"She's back?" he said.
"Yeah. You should see the fishes they caught, some trouts, a couple of croakers and mackerels. Huge I tell you, I will stew them for dinner." Marie said with one breath.
"What took them so long?" Xavier almost growled the words out.
She regarded him. "You should ask her that, now shoo, I've to start preparing dinner." then she passed the tray of the soup bowl and a glass of water to him.
Xavier made his way to his way to Glory's room. He opened the door ready to berate her going out like that after what happened last night. It didn't matter that she was with his older brother, it just matters to get the words out of his chest.
Discovering her on the bed, twisting and turning, groans writhing out of her lips. All the thought of chastising her fled.
He placed the tray on the nightstand, rushing to her side. "What's wrong."
Another groan bites out from her lip in response.
His eyes zeroed on her hand which was digging into her tummy.
Sitting next to her on the bed, he replaced her hands with his on her tummy.
"Stomach ache?" he asked.
Glory feebly shook her head in denial.
"Then what? Your period," He said as understanding dawned on him. "Have you taken any drug for it?"
She shook her head again.
"Where are they? The drawer? The first one?" he asked as she confirmed it with a nod.
"How many?" he asked again. "One? Two? Two it is."
"Come on, sit up. Let's take the medicine," he said, placing a pillow at her back and assisting her to sit up.
"Good girl, now let's eat our soup, It will help." He coaxed, plopping the glass of water on the nightstand.
"Atta girl, just one more," he coaxed again, bringing the spoon to her lips.
"The last one, Love I promise." He cajoled until the last of the soup was gone, and laughed as she scowled at him.
Placing the soup bowl back on the nightstand, he reached for the massage cream he sighted in the first drawer.
Thankfully she wore a short top and shorts so it would be less awkward like if she had worn a dress.
"Lay back, so I can massage your abdomen; I heard it soothes." He explained in a gruff whisper.
Glory laid back down as ordered. Tingles danced through her as his hand pressed lightly on her belly.
The concern on his face lessened as she eased the bite on her lips.
"Sleep it off Love," he held her to himself, stroking her hair.
And he pressed a kiss to her forehead as her lashes fluttered close with a smile on her lips.