When I woke up my head really hurt. I tried to remember what had happened last night but it just wouldn't come back to me. I blinked a couple of times, sighed and then rolled over. I almost fell out of bed when I saw him. This gorgeous man lying next to me; his arms around me. It was then that everything came flooding back to me. The attack, this man, his wife... And my Mum. I gasped and sat up. Peter groaned next to me and opened his eyes. It took him a few seconds to register my terrified face before he put on arm round my shoulder and the other round my waist. He pulled me close to him and I eagerly snuggled up to him, suddenly noticing he smelt amazing.
"My Mum?" I asked, clutching on to him, not wanting to let go. He sighed.
"Katie... I'm so sorry..." and the realisation sank in. Mum was dead. I wasn't going to see her again. I felt my body jolt and I shook. I wrapped my arms around Peter and buried my face into his chest. Not wanting to let go just because I was happy here and if I did I would have to face the fact that I now had no family. Whatsoever. We stayed embraced for a while before he gently put his hand under my chin and lifted it up so he was looking straight at me. It felt like my insides had just disappeared when I looked into his eyes but I shook my self and concentrated on what he was saying.
"Come on, why don't we go and get you some breakfast, pancakes sound good?" I couldn't help smiling. I loved pancakes.
"Oooh okay" I sort of squealed. I wriggled out of the duvet and fell smack on the floor. Peter just looked at me and then burst out laughing. He jumped out of bed, looking incredibly sexy in just a shirt and boxers and gave me his hand. I gave him a grin and let him help me up.
"You sure your okay?" he asked, still smiling but I could hear the seriousness in the question. I looked up at him.
"You know, I think I am. I mean, she must be happy now wherever she is, and she wouldn't want this to ruin my life, so yes, I am going to miss her like crazy, but at the moment I'm happy. It's almost like a fresh start" I said, it sounded a lot more confident that I really was but I had meant what I said. Peter looked down at me with sympathetic eyes.
"I think you must be the strongest person I've ever met. You're doing an amazing job of this." He said smiling. I couldn't help but grin at him.
"Come on" I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the door "Pancakes!"
We got down stairs and that delicious smell hit me. I went to go into the kitchen but Peter, who had still been holding my hand didn't move. Instead, he pulled me, and then let go of my hand.
"Go into the living room, Jacob will be in there, I need to talk to Lucy" his expression was distant and as much as I was worried I simply nodded and walked off. I entered the living room and saw the most beautiful little boy. He looked up at me with big eyes. I smiled at him and he giggled. My heart hurt.
"Come" he said, grinning and pointed to the floor next to him. I walked over and sat down, cross legged on the floor. He was surrounded by bricks.
"Can you help me?" he asked. I couldn't say no.
"Of course" I said. He giggled in delight and then he started building a tower. When he realised that he could only make one three blocks high he asked me to make one. I made a really tall one and then he knocked it down and squealed in delight. This routine carried on for a good ten minutes before I heard Lucy call us in for breakfast. I stood up but Jacob just sat on the floor, his hands up towards me.
"Carry please" he said. I laughed and picked up the adorable child and put him on my hip. I carried him into the kitchen. When Lucy saw up she looked astounded, then laughed.
"Well he must like you, doesn't normally let strangers carry him." I simply shrugged.
It wasn't long before we were all sat around the small table in the kitchen eating pancakes, I had Jacob on my lap as he had refused to sit anywhere else. I didn't mind though, I loved this little boy. He already felt like a little brother to me. I was sat feeding him pancakes, small mouthfuls that were cool enough for him to eat. I looked up when Peter started talking.
"Right, it's almost 12, I should probably get to school." He said. Lucy looked appalled.
"But you called in and said you would have the day off"
"I know, I know, but I was thinking about taking Katie, showing her round a bit, so she knows where she's going tomorrow" He said, looking straight at her. She sighed.
"Well, yes, that does sound like a good idea" she said as she stood up. She put all of our plates on the side and then went to pick Jacob up but he just snuggled into me.
"Go on" I whispered "I'll be back soon" and with that he let me go and went to his mother. She walked out and I turned to look at Peter.
"Upstairs" he said, with a grin. That made me nervous. Stupid, I know but that little bit of me couldn't help but hope he meant it in that way. I walked up the stairs but he poked me in the back for me to speed up. I ran and he chased me all the way into my room where I fell on the bed and he fell on top of me. He put all of his weight on his elbows so that he was hovering centimetres above me. We were both breathing hard. He was looking intently into my eyes and my heart was beating like crazy. He smiled up at me and placed his hand on my chest just above where my heart should be. He looked up at me, grinning.
"Now... Is that because of the running or...?" he asked. I opened my mouth to say something but all that happened was I blushed. He moved his hand from my chest to my cheek.
"You look very pretty when you blush" he said.
"Thanks" I whispered. I couldn't stop myself now. I placed my hands on his waist and looked up at him again. He looked surprised but then his expression changed. His head moved towards mine. I was so close but there was a knock on the door. We both jumped violently. Peter leapt off the bed and ran to the wardrobe. I sat up instantly. Lucy walked in. We both smiled at her, which probably just looked creepy rather than comforting. She didn't seem to notice.
"I just came in to give you these" she said to me, handing me an outfit, and giving Peter a strange look for staring into an empty wardrobe. She walked out again swiftly. I looked up at him. He simply closed the door and rested his head against it, his eyes closed.
"What am I doing?" he whispered.
