Snippet #2552834

Clara watched them all discussing her boy, her Xavier. She glanced over at Kirsten and Daniel. She wouldn't let them take Xavier. . . She didn't know them well enough, no enough to trust them, not after all she had been through in her life. No way in Hell. She wrapped her arms around Xavier tighter, clutching him close to her chest nuzzling her hair.
"I don't know about his previous family, all I know is he is my son. My boy, my dear one now. If the mother tries to reclaim him . . . I will, well I'll decide what is best then." Clara shifted holding Xavier as he smiled and tugged onto her hair. She turned slowly into her original form, large green eyes, white hair, pink skin, and a serpentine tongue that would flicker out occasionally. The baby looked up at her with his deep brown eyes and looked confused before smiling again and laughing. He cooed and screeched flailing his arms around happily. Clara sighed and rubbed noses with him.