Fight or Flight?

Chapter 19

Jack's Pov

I awoke to the sun beaming in through my kitchen blinds telling me that it is going to be a glorious day outside. I could feel the warmth of the sun hit my bed as I squirmed beneath the sheets still having a scent of Rose who I imagined laying next to me. Her plump pink lips, her pale coloured creamy white soft face. And her hair the colour of the red wax stamped by a rich aristocrat seal like in the letter I finally received a week ago.

Since that day of its arrival I have dreamt nothing of her except here in my arms and nurturing Jack Dawson Jr who I renamed Ronan after missing her so incredibly much. Ronans sleep that night brought havoc on me, but towards the end of the new week he had settled down. I only had to wake up twice during the night, but within ten to twenty minutes he was back fast asleep. All he wanted was his bottle, a lullaby, or story that I give him.

Ronan is a very easy to manage baby. He knows what he wants and is satisfied very easily falling asleep in the process. Maybe he gets it from me. Or maybe it's Roses schedule that she made and made me stick to. Probably just the luck of the draw and a bit of both actually.

But I know he is smart enough to know what's going on. I'm sure he knows. He can feel the tension in my muscles and voice. As well as the air with me trying to keep him safely hidden as posters and inquiries have already been set up and are in full swing. He is very quiet and barely even whimpers as most other babies do. But he is an extremely happy outgoing baby too. I can't wait till he is older. We can go out fishing and exploring together. Draw whatever we want, play whatever and whenever we want to. Letting our creativity and imagination run wild and free.

Rose clearly and obviously has never had that. But for a little boy to have his own setting and beautiful backdrop of the world for him to create his story in. It's a dream come true. I had that, and look how I turned out. That's all Rose wants for him too.

To play in the long tall grass where he will be able to hide and roll around in without getting in trouble for getting dirty. I could also show him how to build stuff through wood work. He would have good hands from me and Rose. Not frail ones like his grandma Ruth.

Rose would be so proud of him. She would love to see his wonderful creations he has made with his own two hands. She would swam him in hugs and kisses as well as spoil him with delicious meals that she has learnt over the years.

Our house would be full of fun and laughter. We would also have more children as well. With more love to give and share.

"Rose", I moaned seeing her face so clear and up close in my dream with the fading laughter of children in the background. Then she faded out by the power of the sun behind, "Ro...Rose", I woke up immediately holding my hand up to block the sun from my face. I then lowered my body back down to the bed and pinched my nose to regain my thoughts and senses. Today.. Today is Sunday. Sunday Sunday Sunday. What do I have on Sunday? My eyes then bolted to look at the clock. Rose said she would be coming 10am Sunday morning. Oh shit. ROSE!

I scrambled out of bed and grabbed my clothes. Immediately trying to get my pants, shoes, and socks on. I was halfway through getting my shirt on when someone at the door knocked.

It was a gentle knock. One that could pass for a 'lady like' or 'feminine knock'. Oh no. The person knocked again as I threw my dirty laundry in my basket and closed it, "I'LL BE THERE IN A MINUTE!", I yelled clearing my beside table, kicking shoes or left over pencils and art under my bed. Least of all grabbing Jack Jr and putting him in my washing basket. When I was done I rushed up to the door and swiftly opened it to see Rose there with heavy eye sockets.