Mama Don't Preach

Kane

I’m having lunch with my mother at the gazebo. She insists that we spend more time together. Now that I’m about to become a father, she wants to make sure I’m ready for the responsibility as if I have not been taking care of an entire kingdom for over a century. I don’t tell her this and just slowly sip my blood.

“The nursery is ready,” she informs me. “I’ve had new baby items purchased. I saved several pieces from your childhood, but my grandson deserves his own belongings.”

“What about Lex’s baby things?” I ask out of amusement.

“If you can recall, your brother took pleasure in destroying his things. Most of his childhood toys were decapitated, burned, or melted.”