Jack, Robert and Jane story

AN: Kathryn gave me a prompt of "sad violin" or something along those lines a few weeks ago, and this is what came from it. It is part of the universe, but it's nothing that's crucial to the story line (although it does have a bit of a foreshadow in it!) So you can read it on it's own without any of Heartstones being spoiled! :)

If you want to know what Robert and Jane look as (as I haven't actually described them, but then I didn't need to really did I? :P) click here.

*loves little boy Jack*

Enjoy!

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The crescendo of the haunting, dramatic and sad violin music reverberating up through the theatres high ceiling, allowing the final notes to carry on a little longer before they disappeared, leaving the audience silent from the impact of the tune.

Robert chuckled to himself as the five year old Jack wriggled impatiently in his knee. Jack had only been silent during the more dramatics moments of the music, but staying silent and still for more than five minutes just didn't work for him. His games were far too important and much more interesting than sitting in a theatre, listening to music that made everyone cry for reasons Jack didn't understand.

“Is that the end Daddy?”

“Almost...now shhh.”

Robert smirked as he heard a small huff of impatience coming from his son and wrapped his arms around him gently. Jack soon had hold of his fingers and began to play a silent game with them as the music started up again. Robert didn't know what the game was, only that Jack needed his fingers to play it. Robert didn't mind though, now Robert had turned into a lively boisterous little boy Robert didn't get a chance to just hold him on his knee closely like this.

He had to let go instead.

By the time the concert had finished Jack had fallen asleep on Roberts knee. The applause that erupted at the end of the show being the liveliest moment within the theatre, yet Jack was so tired from boredom that he'd fallen asleep soon after he'd played with Roberts fingers.

Robert and Jane walked back through the city, happily discussing their thoughts on the concert. Jane had wanted to see this particular violinist since she'd been a teenager. So when Robert found out they were playing in the town they lived in, he'd surprised her with tickets.

Jacks head leant against Roberts shoulder as he continued, his arms gently tucked up against Roberts chest. He roused briefly as a the chilly winter wind picked up and blew over their faces, but he'd soon dropped off back to sleep by the time they reached their street. And he was soon snuggled up amongst his toys in his bed when they got home.

Jane could tell that Jack was going to be asleep until morning and so persuaded Robert to put Jack to bed when they got home.

Robert smiled when he came back downstairs. He watched silently as Jane read a newspaper on the sofa, happily sipping at the wine she'd poured herself. He sat down next to her and gently kissed her shoulder instinctively.

“Anything interesting today?”

“Just an article about that illness that has doctors confused. Says there's been another death. But...”

Jane put the newspaper down cuddling into his side.

“You're much more interesting.”

They smiled at each other lovingly.

When Jack awoke early the next morning, he didn't question why his parents had fallen asleep on the sofa the night before.

Instead, he quite happily played with his toys.