Golden Eyes, Broken Heart

the Chapter 20 Mean Bruises and Small Cuts

Hey everyone, sorry for the long wait, been a bit puzzled on what happens next and now I have decided to just use my favourite tactic - improvisation. was aiming for short and sweet but no doubt failed.

Enjoy

Chapter 20

"You're small,"

"You're mean,"

"But, you're like super small,"

"But, you're like super mean," I burst out laughing at Jake who is sitting cross legged on the kitchen floor beside me pouting. We had finished a dinner of pizza and chips about two hours ago and for some reason decided it was a good idea to sit on the floor (not one of the perfectly comfortable chairs) and basically throw harmless insults at each other. And after two hours of this all we had discovered is that I was super mean and Jake, a mere three year old, was super small. Like small small. "Meanie," he huffs, sticking his bottom lip out even further. I chuckle and tickle his ribs lightly, making him immediately curl up into a happy ball of squirmish laughter. "If you don't grow quickly enough I may have to disown you," I tease, smiling playfully down at him as I continue to tickle his side whilst he carries on squirming helplessly. My heart stops when I hear his little leg thump off one of the rough wooden chair legs. "Jake?" I whisper, my voice hollow and scared. I lean over his side to peer into his face. Bright golden eyes stare back at me, and smiling lips move forward to kiss me lightly on the nose. "Got ya," he giggles cutely and I grin back at him. "You're small enough without damaging your legs monster boy," I smirk, giving him a playful wink. I gather myself up off the floor, hearing my bones click and creak back into place from being in such an uncomfortable position for so long. Why do ktitchen floors have to be so damn cold and unwelcoming? I realise Jake hasn't stood up yet and glance down to see him rubbing the leg he had bashed. "Are you okay?" I ask, kneeling back down beside him. He grimaces as I reach over to hold his leg. "Hurts," he whispers. My brow creases, "Why didn't you tell me it hurt before?" I ask whilst gently rolling his trouser leg up to reveal a brutal purple bruise covering the middle of his leg. I swallow before risking a look at his pained face. "Come on, daddy will fix your leg because he's magical," I smile, lifting him up into my arms. Jake giggles doubtfully.

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"Told you I was magical," I grin proudly, gently rubbing the soothing cream over the bruised area. Jake hisses in pain for the seventieth time before cautiously moving his leg up and down to see if it hurts. He grins back up at me and starts slowly raising himself up off the cabinet he had been slouched across as he hissed dramatically. "Now it's definitely bed time," I announce after glancing down at my watch. 10:12, its been nearly an hour since the whole chair leg incident. "Jake begins to walk slowy towards the door, going at such a glacial pace that I soon find myself unable to bear such slowness and swiftly swoop him into my arms. "Your legs are too small and slow," I smile. Carrying on from our earlier insults. Jake on the other hand simply smiles without replying. I lie him down on my bed beneath the freezing cold duvet and stride around to my side. Not even bothering to strip because I'm cold enough as it is. As soon as I feel Jake snuggle up against my side I flick the light off and we are both plunged into darkness except for the constant ray of streetlight pouring in from the window on my side of the room. I turn onto my side and cuddle Jake against my chest, pleased to find some source of warmth. After only a short moment of having my eyes closed I hear Jake chuckle and open my eyes as his shoulders quake slightly with every laugh. "What?" I whisper, slightly annoyed at having my sleep disturbed so quickly but also unable to hide my amusement at seeing Jake's small figure trembling as he giggles and chuckles. He shifts slightly and I lift my arm to give him more freedom. I smirk as he flips over to face me. His golden eyes glow perfectly in the darkness. A light. Like a beacon of hope in some fantasy novel. I raise an eyebrow curiously as he moves his head closer to me and plants a featherly soft kiss on my chin. "You're mean." he pouts, his earlier amusement gone. "I'm sorry about your leg little man," I murmur softly. Truthfully. The silhouette of his head shakes from side to side as he sits up slightly. Still staring at me with those precious eyes. "You mean for not hugging me," I smile slightly, understanding that he was talking about kissing rather than hugging but I choose not to correct him and instead simply place a tender kiss on his forehead, his soft hair tickling my face. "Goodnight," I smile, quickly adding "Small person," on the end.