Golden Eyes, Broken Heart

Chapter 5 Frosty Blackout

Really sorry that nothing eventful happens in this chapter everyone :( but I will try and make the next chapter better :)

Chapter Five

"What did you do when you first found out?" Rosalie questions, gazing at me from her side of the bed as I rhythmically run my hand up and down Jake's back. We've all been snuggled up in my bed ever since the electric went off, which was about an hour and a half ago. I lift my head to look at her, "When I first found out about Jake?" I can just make out the movement of her nodding In the murky darkness. "I panicked," I whisper honestly, recalling the way I had denied he was mine. Despite the golden eyes. I remember the way I used to avoid being near him or even just looking at him, treating him like some kind of disease as he stared helplessly at me. And then she left and I was ditched with a little kid to look after even though I was barely old enough to able to look after myself nevermind a one year old boy. "Dex?" Rosalie says softly and my eyes flick from Jake's sleeping face back up to her. "I just wanted to be a good dad," I whisper, as she reaches over and touches my cheek softly. Jake stirs in his sleep and unconciously wraps his little arms around me. "You're a great dad." she smiles, her perfect white teeth standing out in the pitch black. "And you have a beautiful face," she adds with a girly giggle, still stroking my cheek as if I'm her pet. "We should probably get to sleep," I murmur, gently moving her hand away from my face. "What happened to Jake's mum?" she asks softly. My jaw clenches as I drag the covers over our mingled bodies. "Go to sleep," I mutter, ingoring her question and closing my eyes. Jake mumbles something in his sleep and shuffles closer to me, pressing himself against my bare chest. Without opening my eyes I move my arms out from beneath him and cuddle him. Loving the feeling of his warm, smooth skin.

Beep. Beep. Beep. My tired eyes open to see sunlight pouring in from the windows. Illuminating Jakes peaceful face and the spot where Rosalie should have been. I reach out to feel the section where she had been to find that it's still warm. I frown when I feel paper and sit up so I can read it.

Dear Dexter

Thanks for letting me stay I didnt want to wake you or Jake, ill see you at school

P.S the electrics still off : (

Rosalie

I smile at her neat hand writing for a few moments before the beeping starts again and I grab my phone off the bedside table, quickly turning the stupid alarm off. Jakes eyes blink open as his little body stretches over the mattress. "Do I have to get up now?" he whispers sadly, moving to sit up but I stop him with my hand. "No little man," I smile, ruffling his hair. He smiles back before sleepily closing his eyes. "Where did she go?" he asks, suddenly opening his eyes to look at the place where she had been. "She had to go," I say and ruffle his hair before sliding out of bed and going into the bathroom. God it's cold. I try to turn the bathroom light on then remember that the electrics still off so I just decide to leave the door open so light can flow in from the bedroom.

When I emerge from the bathroom a few moments later Jake is fast asleep, sprawled out over the bed. Only half beneath the covers. Smiling slightly I slide the covers up to his chin and head downstairs. Only when I'm pouring a bowl of cereal do I realise that there are so many things I still don't know about Rosalie. I don't know where she used to live before moving over here, although her Australian accent is a bit of a clue. But why would she move over here from Australia? She hasn't mentioned her parents or siblings. She's a mystery for sure. I sit at the dinner table, munching on Crunchy Nut, my naked feet resting on another chair to keep them off the freezing cold floor. When I've finished I put my dish in the sink and gasp when I notice Jake standing in the doorway like some ghost. "Fuck, don't creep up like that Jake," I scold gently. He just smiles slightly, shivering at the coldness seeing as he's naked from the waist up and not wearing any socks. "Come on, we'll have a nice warm shower to warm up," he nods happily and I hoist him up into my arms and carry him up the stairs. When we're at the top I smirk and think it'd be funny to act as if I'm going to drop him, so I jokingly loosen my grip and dunk him down towards the ground but immediately stop when he whimpers softly, clinging onto my arm. I chuckle and hug him but he whimpers again and hides his face in the crook of my neck, a few seconds later I feel bits of wetness on my neck as he cries silently. "I was just joking Jake," I soothe, he doesn't reply. I quickly carry him into the main bathroom and place him down on the floor. "I'm sorry little man," I whisper, kneeling down so that we're level. He gazes at me with heart tearingly sad eyes. His cheeks are soaked with tears of shock and fright. "Lets get nice and warm," I smile, ruffling his hair. This time he smiles back.

Once we've showered I decide that we may aswell go for a walk seeing as it's probably warmer outside than it is in the house. "When will we see that girl again?" Jake asks casually as we walk down the driveway, wrapped in a black hoodie and grey coat. I raise an eyebrow at him, "Her names Ro-sa-lie Jake," I say slowly so that he can learn how to say it, as he practices mouthing it we walk down the street towards an open field where a group of boys are playing football. "You seem to like her quite a bit," I inquire, glancing down at him. He blushes but doesn't give me a response. I can't help but assume that it's because she's like the mother he never had. The mother he deserves. Am I even the father he deserves? I pretended to drop him down a flight of stairs for god's sake. Only when I feel Jake's hand wriggle its way into mine do I look up to find that we're on the side of the grass field. I realise the boys have stopped playing and chuckle when I realise their football is stuck in a tree at the end of the pitch. The ball is only stuck on one of the lowest branches but the boys' are all pretty short and young. "Sir can you help us get the ball out," the tallest of the boys with spiky brown hair calls over, looking nervous. The joys of having golden eyes. Jake clutches my hand tightly and I give his a reassuring squeeze before letting go and heading over to the tree. Even for my six foot four self the ball is still out of reach, so I just decide to do the kick-it-and-hope-for the best tactic. The branch with the ball cracks from the force of my kick and I catch the ball as it falls. All of the boys grin when I toss the ball over and head back to Jake. "He can join in if he wants mister," the brown haired boy calls, pointing at Jake. One glance at Jake tells me that he would probably rather die than play football with a bunch of randomers, and they clearly don't realise that he's actually only two years old, "Nah you're okay mate," I reply smiling. They return to their game and I take Jake's hand again, impressed that he stood still for so long without falling over or collapsing. "Come on then you little monster lets get home," I chuckle. "Do you guys have electricity?" I shout over to the boys playing football, they all stop and shake their heads. I nod back and start walking Jake home. The one day I'm not at school is the day there's no electric. Really?