What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots

Day 15|| Alone- Jarbah

Summary: He sees them in every room. Hears them between every word

Jack's POV
Playful, giggling screams greeted me at the door. Corbyn stumble-running over, short arms constricting my legs tight. Beaming up at me, small chest heaving with pants.

" Papa, save me," I took the little boy into my arms. His butt pressing easily to my forearms, legs dangling on either side of me. Pressing a sweet kiss to his head.

" Save you? Why? What did you do?" My throat rumbling with a chuckle, amused brown flicking up as Jonah rounded the corner.

" Noting," his giggle innocent. Flecks of milk chocolate staining his creamy skin. A sprinkle of crumbs surrounding his plump lips.

The sight of Jonah made him scream. Face tucking into the crook of my neck," Papa!"

" I can't save you, Bean. I'm sorry," feigned grief lingering in my words. I could feel the burn of his betrayed eyes. Not having the strength to look up as I handed over to Jonah. To his doom.

" Aha! I have finally caught you!" I swallowed the laugh bubbling in my throat at Jonah's cartoony announcement," cookie monster told you not to touch his stash. Didn't he?" Grin leaving Corbyn's cheeks crimson. Squirming in dad's arms.

" Put me down!"

" No can do. Cookie monster's hungry and since you ate my cookies. I'll have to eat you," Jonah's eyes alight with faux malice, lunging for our son's neck. Lips curving over his teeth, mouthing at Corbyn's hot, supple flesh.

" Neeeeew!" The toddler squirming against his father's chest. Desperate to shield his neck and end the assault, " Dada! Stop!"

I couldn't help the warm affection gleaming in my eyes as I watched them. My heart aching with emotion, engorged with it. God, I love them so, soo fucking much.

My eyes empty now, gazing down the shadow-clad hall as if I expected Jonah to appear. Expected him to pull my close, to feel the firm warmth of his chest. To kiss me soft, lips lingering against mine. Mumbling a question into my mouth, forcing me to swallow his words. How was work? How was shopping? Did you have a good day? Or a simple, welcome home, Love.

My gaze drifting to my feet, almost expecting to see Corbyn there. Always grinning, always so happy to see me. His eyes would glow no matter how low the light, face always flushed with excitement. Always looking forward to something that just never seemed to come. He always wanted to be picked up and cuddled. He would always pout when I reminded him that he was 9 now, that he was a big boy.

I even expected to hear them. Hear the sizzle of Jonah cooking dinner. The patter of Corbyn's tiny, bare feet.

Though, all I seemed to hear was the rasp of the news anchor. Warning everyone watching of the traffic delay on Cane street. There had been a terrible accident.

I heard my mumbles mixed in. That wasn't our car. It was popular car, black was a common color. A thousand other people must have that car. It wasn't them, it couldn't be. God, please don't let it be them.

The living room lay desolate now. No longer alight with the tv's warm, artificial glow. The remote coated with a thin, dusty layer, just waiting to be used again. Always waiting for the warmth of a hand.

The couch sat cold. Forever seeking the weight its family. Forever waiting to creak under a body.

The entire room was freezing. The shadows the only things that existed there, dancing away happily. Celebrating the absence of the dreaded light.