an: this was going to be a longer fic, but we got distracted. This is the end for now.*Six Years Later*
"Are you sure this is what you want?" X asked for the fourth time in as many minutes.
"God dad, I'm sure. I want it to look like yours but not just
like it. And you did say I could have any one I wanted," Xan pouted. He knew he shouldn't, it didn't really help project the grown up image he wanted but he also knew his dad could never resist the puppy eyes.
"Fine alright. Who am I to say anything about someone else's art. But this is the only one I will sign for. That means no more until you are old enough to do it yourself," X gave in with a smile. He might have protested a bit but he did think the kids idea was cool.
Jade smiled at the artist waiting patiently. Spyder was the best tattoist in the Sacremento area. He had done all of her and X's tat's and now it looked like Mini-X was continuing the tradition. As Mini-X strattled the ergonomical chair giving the ink covered man the perfect angel to the back of his neck she thought back to when she had given the nick name to him.Xan sat on the edge of the counter watching as his Aunt Jade poured the second cake mix into the round cake pan. He thought about how the last year had gone. Uncle Xander had offically become Dad, or Daddy when he really wanted something. Xan was doing so much better in his school work than ever before his friends from Sunnydale would never have beleived it. Of course he didn't actually go to school, Jade home-schooled him.
With the way that he traveled all over with his Dad, going from one extreme sporting event to another, he would never have been at school anyway. His own skateboarding skills had improved drastically with the support of his dad and all of his dad's friends. The big group of men and women that followed any type of extreme sport had come to adopt the younger Xander and treat him much like he was there for everyone to raise. All in all he was happier than he had ever thought of being. There was only one last thing that could make his life better.
"You know Aunt Jade. My birthday was a couple of months ago."
"Yes Little X, I know this. I'm the one that made that cake too," Jade grinned at the boy. She could hear in his voice that he was working up to something. She handed the chocolate covered bowl to him.
Xan swiped the bowl with already chocolate covered fingers. "I just saying. I'm older now. You know."
"Xander, I've already told you, I don't date younger men," She grinned when he blushed. They both remembered when he had asked her to marry him the first year he had been there.
"No, not that. It's just that I'm ten that's not really little anymore. I move up a rank this year," puffing his chest out al little at the thought of going up against some of the older boys. He wanted that trophy. If he could get that in skateboarding maybe his dad would let him get a dirt bike early.
"What's this about Xan?" Jade turned and gave him her full attention. He loved that about her. She never made him feel ingorant or like she just couldn't be bothered by him.
"Dad's birthday party tonight. All of the guys are going to be here. Evan said he was going to bring his friends and that new game he had."
Jade groaned a little. Evan was trouble, nothing but, however he was also the only boy Little X knew his own age so his word was usually taken as law by the younger Xander.
"Really Little X, what's going on?"
"Do you think you could not call me Little X. Please. Just for one night. You know how embarrassing it is. All the guys laugh and do that hair ruffle thing."
Jade had to turn and take the first layer of the cake out of the oven to hide her smile. Little X had never liked that name. She loved it. Ever since X had brought the half starved boy home he had tried to emulate the older man. She found such hero worship adorable on Xan where it was disgusting on most of X's fan club. It had taken a while for the chest thumping look to leave X's eyes everytime Xan imitated him. Nearly all the first year they had been inseparable. She cleared her throat when she thought she could speak without laughing.
"What do you want me to call you then?" She straightened and turned back to him only to burst out laughing again. His face was covered in chocolate. He had his stuck his head down in the bowl and licked it clean. But the look in his eyes was serious. It made for the most hilarious picture. She really wish she had a camera with her at times like these.
"I don't know. Something that doesn't have the word little in it," Xan huffed. He jumped down from the counter and walked off towards Jade's bathroom to wash his face. He just knew she would use the stupid nic-name all night now.
"I'll think about it Little X!" She called out with a giggle, before turning back to the stove and putting the second pan into the oven.
An hour later Xander was sitting up slowly. Jade hurried to his side to see the tat before Spyder applied the bandage. "Oh, man. X you gotta come see it."
Xander moved to stand beside Jade and glanced down at his son's neck. A huge grin lit the broad face.
Jade admired the triple xs that were an exact match for the elder Cage's, just behind them was the roman numeral two.