"Of course, but nothin's gonna happen to you. You have too many people on your side for that to happen." He explained with a grin, "I'm also curious to find out whether their mutants or not. Either way I'll love them anyway." Derek leaned back in his seat and studied her face. "What are you gonna do after this? After we get Chinese, too. Oh, and maybe doughnuts."

She picked at her fries some and grew kind of serious, not saying anything for a moment. Her phone actually buzzed on the table, and she kind of gave it one of those... looks. She didn't pick it up, she just stared at it. "I would like some donuts, yes. If that is okay... And maybe you can take me home and stay over for a little while. Whatever you want to do is fine." She grabbed the phone and hesitantly peeked at it. She knew it wouldn't be Artair, they didn't text a lot, they weren't clingy to one another. Yet.

It was from an unknown number.... Again... "Derek... Have your animals ever told you about anyone coming around?" She did not delete the text, she kept it just in case. She took a deep breath.

"Sure, I can stay over, I don't mind that." Derek shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and ate more of his burger. He might get another one since the one that he was currently munching on was so damn good! Derek wiped his lips with one of the napkins on the table before going for some more onion rings.

The African American mutant paused at when Xavia asked him if he has noticed if anyone has followed her. "No," Derek simply answered, "but I'll make sure that they keep a look out for ya." Was Xavia in trouble? Did Artair and Derek need to break someone's face? Mm, "what's up, Baby Girl?" He asked, his tone of voice and demeanor shifting.

"I am sure it was not'ing. Just... weird stuff happening. I feel like someone watches me all t'e time but I am pretty sure it is hormones talking." But then, how did one explain the weird text messages and things just... out of place. She sighed and took a bite, then decided to peek at her phone, only to wish she hadn't. What happened at the hospital? You break a pretty finger?

"Anyway, just... unsettled." she said and dropped the phone on the table.

"...Hm. Yeah, I'll make sure to send a couple of birds your way. Some bats too. Maybe a coyote." Derek was very, very over protective of his friends and now that Xavia was pregnant...

"I know you're a grown ass tree lady, but with you being pregnant with twins, you aren't at your full strength." Derek folded his arms over his chest and leaned back in his seat. "...Have you talked to Artair about this?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "If not, then I'm gonna tell him." And Derek was dead serious about that.

"I appreciate you doing t'at," she said, "I don't t'ink I need a coyote... Just t'e birds will do." She sighed and then slid the phone to him so he could read the weird texts... Creepy texts... She ate an onion ring or two while he had time to look over the words the creep kept sending her. "I am keeping t'ose just in case I need to call t'e cops."

Derek grunted at Xavia statement about not needing a coyote. "Fine, no coyotes, but the birds are goin' to be falcons. No debates about that." Derek sniffed and looked ar the text messages that this creep had been sending her. With each one he read, Derek could feel himself getting more and more upset. God, something was wrong with the guy. He needed Artair to beat his ass.

"We'll take care of this son of a b****, 'Via. You won't have it have to worry about him." And that was a promise.

"I don't know... I just want t'is to stop. I am sorry I didn't bring it up sooner but I am really scared and I don't want him to hurt anyone I care about." She was more worried about him getting to her kid than she was him hurting her, but all of it scared her.

"You don't have anythin' to apologize about, Xavia. Like I said earlier, it'll be handled." Derek huffed and bit angrily into his burger. No one messed with his friends, no one. "...Are you ready to go get Chinese? We can wrap this up and have it later."

"Nah, not so hungry anymore." she muttered, nodding to her phone. "Every time he sends a text, I get nasty in my stomach. Let's just finish what we have here." She sighed and picked at her onion rings.

Derek studied her face for a bit before sighing and looking down at his food, then back up at Xavia, "like I said, we'll get it taken care of ." The ebony mutant cleared his throat and continued eating.

After they were finished, Xavia and Derek exited the restaurant and took Xavia home.