Sam didn't want to do anything. She just wanted to lay in bed with the curtains closed, she felt so empty.

Tom had died in Sam's arms before Jeff and Dixie could even arrive, upon seeing their friends Dixie broke down into tears, she knew Tom had gone and she knew the family to well, so how was she meant to stay professional?
Sam for sometime refused to let Tom go, she was just sat in the street clinging to him. Many of the people that had tried to help Sam went back into their homes as the police arrived. It was a murder scene . Jeff did try to comfort a distraught Jamie but nothing would help, he wanted his mum.

It had been 3 days since Tom had died. His parents had come over to stay at the family house for a while to look after their grandchildren while Sam mourned. Jamie , just like his mother, just stayed in bed. Not moving. Not crying. As for Amelia, she was to young to understand what was going on. She had asked yesterday,
" Nana, where's daddy?" And Tom's mum replied with.
" He had to go with the angels."
" What up to Heaven?" Amelia frowned just like Sam always did.
" Yes darling." She replied sadly. Seeing how sad her Nan was Amelia replied,
" Oh it's okay nana , daddy will be back soon." And with that Amelia bounced around the house playing with her dolls. She wouldn't understand until she was older.

It was the day before Tom's funeral, Sam hadn't eaten or even slept much in days. Her eyes hurt and were sore from all the crying. She was sure she looked a mess, but she didn't even have the energy to look in a mirror, not that she even wanted to.

Later that day, in the afternoon, Sam was lying in bed when suddenly the door creaked open, allowing the light that she had tried to avoid so much into the dark room. Expecting it to be her mother in law Sam just closed her eyes and buried her head in the soft pillows.
" Mum." That simple word, brought her straight out of the pillows and made her look at the small figure in the door way. Jamie. In the light he look so much like Tom, his brown hair, messed up in a way that perfectly resembled Tom's when he woke up.
"Hey baby." Sam croaked out, Jamie silently walked over to his parents bed and climbed in. Sam just cuddled him tightly, holding her son.
" I miss dad, so much." Jamie cried.
" I know you do darling, so do I." Sam's tears that she was so desperate to hold in silently fell into Jamie's hair. The mother and son stayed huddled in each others embrace.

A few hours later, Jamie just spoke out the blue. Sam was pretending to be asleep because her son seemed to be speaking to himself.
" Don't worry dad, I will look after mum and Amelia. I guess I'm the man of the house now. You know, mum is so upset. She won't stop crying, at night I hear her from my room just crying. I don't know what to do dad. It's your funeral tomorrow, everyone's coming. I want everyone to know you died protecting me and mum, you were so brave dad. I love you dad, I hope you can hear me, I really do."

Sam just laid next her son, listening to him. He was so wise beyond his years, this was her 10 year son saying he would the man of the house. At that moment, Sam realised that in the last few days while she mourned, her son grew up. She should be comforting her son not the other way round.

After finishing speaking Jamie closed his eyes and just sighed. Sam wanting to comfort her son, turned so she was facing him and just stroked his hair.
" I'm so proud of you Jamie, so proud." Jamie just looked startled. Sam then got out of bed and opened the curtains allowing light to fill the room. She was going to celebrate Tom's life, and cherish all the memories they had in this house. She wasn't going to cry, because Tom would want her to be happy. When she finished opening the curtains Sam turned round and smiled at her son, because he was right Tom was their protector

A/N tell me what you think! Wasn't to sure about this chapter... Tell me in a review! Thanks for reading!