"Oi, don't let me leave my stuff out there," Jake mumbled, annoyed at being pused forwards. He gazed around him, feeling overwhelmed by the large house but not necessarily showing it on his face. Two more people entered the hall, But Jake wasn't necessarily bothered about them. He heard his name be called out, and froze in shock.

Heath stopped, staring at the boy. There was no denying he was the product of his and Brooke's gene cocktail... he was just... the spit of Brooke had been when she was younger, and he definately inherited the height problems Heath once had to face. Poor kid.

"Jakers..." Heath whispered again, stepping closer to the boy and holding his arms out.

Sniffling, Jake stared up at the man. This was the bloke he'd seen in the mirror at school... with the little kid. "Daddy," he whispered, running up and flinging his arms around Heath's neck and embracing him into a hug. When Heath lifted him off the ground, Jake wrapped his legs around him too, in a way not unlike Dale had done. "I missed you."