What He Left Behind

Chapter 7

Chapter 7:

I quickly pulled away, looking at Noah, and I put my fingers up to my lips. What is wrong with me? One minute I’m angry at Noah, and the next, I’m happily playing tonsil tennis with him in my kitchen.

“Rose, babe, what’s wrong?” He put his hands on my shoulders; his eyes darting between mine, trying to figure something out.

“Don’t ‘babe’ me Noah Anderson! I can’t believe I fell for your charm again! I’m so stupid! I have managed without you perfectly for this long already, and now you’re here, everything is beginning to be all messed up! How do you think Nathan felt when he saw you kissing another woman? Huh?” I pulled away from him, frowning.

“It was a kiss that didn’t mean anything Rose! I thought you understood that!” He shouted back, causing me to flinch away from his body.

“And explain that to a 3 year old Noah! He didn’t know any different! All he saw was his newly found Daddy with another woman, and little Nate thought that the only girl for his Daddy, was his Mummy!”

Noah shook his head, turning away from me and moved into the hallway.

“I think I liked you much better when you were 17, Rose. At least then you listened to what I said and did what I told you to do, now you’re just unbelievable!” I felt like showing him my middle finger, but held back the urge to do so.

He walked down the short hallways and pulled open the front door, letting in a cold, windy gust of wind as he did so. He turned round to look at me, anger in his gorgeous ocean blue eyes.

“I don’t want to see you again Rose, not you or Nathan. You are both dead to me as far as I’m concerned now, and I’m happy with it being that way. Now, all I have to do is live with the regret of ever meeting you at that interview.” And he walked off, kicking over some of my ceramic plant pots in the process. I huffed, and shut the door, not too loudly in case I woke Nathan up, but loud enough to show Noah that what he said didn’t hurt me; at all.

I locked the old wooden door, making sure the bolts had been securely put in place, and I pulled across the metal chain for extra precaution. I went into the dining room and dragged Nate’s old baby highchair in front of the door. Just in case, you know.

“Jerk.” I muttered, as I turned away from the shut door, to see little Nathan stood behind me, his teddy looking as if it had been dragged along the floor.

“Does Daddy not love me anymore Mummy? Have I done something wrong?” I felt my heart break into little pieces as I saw the upset look that covered Nathan’s beautiful face. He started to rub at his face, his chicken pox was probably feeling a little bit itchy.

“Hey, hey baby, stop that, or I’ll tell Blake that you’re losing because you itched your face. And you don’t want Blake to win now do you?” He shook his head, but I could still see the sadness in his eyes. I bent down on my knees to his level and pulled him close to me, running my hands through his silky hair. I let out a sigh, figuring out how to answer my son’s earlier questions. I didn’t want to upset him anymore than what he had already been through this evening.