A/N: As always I own nothing its all Stephenie Meyer, I just like to make them do stuff she would probably not approve of, hehe!

Beware this is a slash story and will have delicate situations and drama. It will also span several years and will change POV's but never mid-chapter. So with that on with the story. Let me know if you think it's worth continuing, and I would like to thank Jaspered01, she is betaing my other story (Tape Over my Paper Heart, if you haven't read it you should check it out! It's a Jasper/Carlisle multi chapter story.), anyway she read this first and said she liked it so I hope you do also!

This may not be updated as often as my other story, this is just kind of a distraction when I am suffering from writers block, but will update as often as possible.

CharliePOV:

I was laying in our bed just enjoying the feel of my loves body next to mine. I slid my fingers through silky dirty blond locks as my hand traced the ink on my lovers shoulder. We were savoring the last few hours of solitude before real life came calling in the form of work and duty when our perfect bubble was shattered by the shrill of the phone.

"Hello?" I answered pissed that my bubble had been intruded upon.

"Yes, I am looking for Charles Swan?" The nervous voice at the other end of the line asked. Charles, it's Charlie you jack ass.

"This is Charlie Swan, who is this?" Skipping over all pleasantries.

"I apologize, my name is Nathan Reinhart, I am a detective in Phoenix Arizona." This peeked my interest why would a detective from Phoenix be calling me?

"Ok was there something I could help you with?" My patience was weaning quickly I wanted to get back to my bubble, now. He cleared his throat nervously and the body next to me shifted and rolled over.

"Yes did you know a women by the name of Renee Higgenbotham?" That sounded really familiar and I raked my brain.

"It sounds familiar but I am failing to see why it would matter." I was still trying to place it.

"Well, as it were, about 14 years ago she was living in the town of Forks Washington when she apparently had a one nightstand with a one Charles Swan." OH FUCK! Now I remember. The bar, the booze, the lies, the guilt, everything had come to a head that night and I sought the first warm body I had come across. Renee Higgenbotham, the town bicycle, you know, everyone's had a ride.

"Yes I remember her. Is she ok?" We only spent a few hours together and when I had woken up the next morning she was gone never to be seen or heard from again. I moved on with my life as if nothing had happened and finally embraced who I was.

"Well no actually, she's not, as it were." I swear if he says that one more time I am going to flip my shit.

"Would you care to cut to the chase here, please?" I sighed as my bed mate looked over at me in question I just smiled and turned to sit on the bed.

"Yes, I am sorry. Well it seems she has passed, well actually she was murdered." My eyes about bugged out of my head.

"Oh, wow, I am sorry, that's too bad. I don't think she still has any family here though for me to contact for you." I figured he was calling now because I was Chief of Police and he wanted me to contact her family.

"No her family has already been notified. I am calling in an official capacity. It seems she left some….thing's behind that you need to be aware of." My brows knitted together in confusion and frustration and I felt the bed shift as my lover hugged me from behind and kissed below my ear.

"She has nothing that I could possible have wanted. We had a one nightstand over thirteen years ago then she disappeared. I hardly even knew her when we were in school." I was perplexed.

"Yes she left almost exactly 14 years and nine months ago." Fourteen years and nine months. Why would the amount of months matter, nine months so what, what's nine months matter? Oh Shit, it hit me like a ton of bricks what was significant about nine months.

"Shit, are you telling me she got pregnant?" I felt the body behind me stiffen and went to move but I clasped onto their arms not letting them leave me right now. I needed my anchor.

"Yes, as it were, that is exactly what I am telling you." I growled under my breath lightly. If I ever get to meet this guy we are going to talk about his rapport building skills.

"Ok so what do you need me to do? Do they need money? Certainly she got married and the child will want to stay with their step-father or something. I mean what do you need me for." I couldn't comprehend what was happening.

Five minutes ago I was happy and carefree. Life was wonderful. I have my partner, a good home, we were accepted in the community. Life was comfortable, we were content. Now this, what does this mean?

"I think it would be best if you came to Arizona so we could discuss this in more detail." He was being so vague and it was really pissing me off.

"Why would I need to come to Arizona? You really need to start making sense." He sighed on the other end of the line.

"Ok, I didn't want to get into the full story over the phone but I will start with some basics. You are listed on the birth certificate as the children's father." Ok, so what, wait a minute did he say CHILDREN'S, as in more then one?

"Did you say children, as in more then one?" I was astounded.

"Umm, yes I did, she actually had triplets." When that came out of his mouth I dropped the phone to the floor and blacked out.

I don't know how long I was out but when I came to Peter was on the phone mid conversation.

"…Yes…ok….we will get the first flight out…..ummhmm…no thank you….yes, yes I will let him know. Thank you again Detective….yes he will see you soon." I sat up groaning and confused.

"Oh shit baby, are you ok? Damn I was worried." He was looking me over to make sure I was ok and I quirked a smile at him.

"Yes I'm ok. So that whole 'you have kids you didn't know about' thing wasn't a dream?" I rubbed my eyes with the heals of my hands.

"No I'm sorry, it wasn't. We need to get you a ticket to Arizona. You need to go and work this out." I frowned at him.

"You're not coming with me?" I knew he wouldn't be able to close the shop he was the boss after all. We had no idea what to expect, what was going on, or how long I would need to be gone.

"You know I can't, and I think you need to do this on your own right now. You know I am always here for you, but you need to meet them and find out what happened. Then bring them home." I cocked my head to the side.

"You mean you are ok with 3 teenagers in the house?" We never really considered having children before. The process of adopting was daunting and we were content just being together. We never felt like we were missing out on anything before. Now hearing that I had children out there stirred something in me.

"They are your children Charlie. I would never turn them away." I grabbed him around the waist pulling him to me resting my head on his chest as he stood between my legs next to the bed.

"Thank you." I whispered into his chest. He kissed the top of my head.

"Come on let's go get you a flight and get our kids." My heart swelled with love for this man. I didn't think I could ever love him more then I did yesterday, but he never ceases to amaze me.

I said goodbye to my love at the airport telling him I would call him when I landed and keep him posted when I knew more what was going on. Keeping our goodbye as PG as possible I made my way to the gate looking forward to having about five hours in the air to think about stuff.

I couldn't believe what was going on. Not only did I have an unknown child but three unknown children. I was having a hard time wrapping my mind around it. Also who had killed their mother. Were Peter and I prepared to deal with three very hurt teenagers? I guess we didn't really have much choice. The detective said that there wasn't really any family that was capable of taking the kids and apparently Renee had never married.

I wonder what they are like. He didn't give any details about them to Peter, no gender, no names, nothing, just said you need to come to Arizona. Oh my God, what would we do if it was three girls. I don't know what the hell to do with girls! All I have to go off of is Leah, our neighbors daughter, and I gotta tell you I am not impressed with the idea of teenage girls. But would three more hormonally charged teenage boys be any better? Shit I don't know.

Then I had the questions like why did she hide this from me? Why didn't she try and contact me? What kind of mother was she? She had always been a bit flighty and honestly I always thought she was a tad crazy. Defiantly not someone I would ever want to raise my children, and yet she had been raising my children for the last fourteen years. I really hope she got her shit together.

I couldn't help but remember what events happened leading up to my short time with Renee. Peter and I had always been best friends. He grew up just a few houses down from me when we were children, then his mom's dad got ill and they moved in with him across town when we were fourteen. We stayed close but it wasn't the same with him so far away. We saw each other in school, but where I was always a jock, he was more of the bad boy, tortured artist type. So we ran in a different group of friends.

It was about this time that I started to notice things about myself, or should I say I noticed that I noticed things about other men. It was very confusing at first and I kept it all locked up and hidden away. I didn't even know what gay was at this point. I thought I was a total freak. Over the years in high school I never really dated, no girl ever held my interest, and the idea of actually having to kiss one was repulsive. In my senior year I started to comes to terms with this.

Peter and I were still friends and saw each other on weekends, and if I am being honest with myself, while I thought other men were attractive, none of them held a candle to him. He kept his hair longer about shoulder length, and it was a beautiful dirty blond, his green eyes would cut right to the quick of my heart and send me fluttering in my heart. He was taller then my own 6'3" by about 3 inches, and he was very muscular from working out and surfing. I was not scrawny in anyway playing Quarterback for my school had me in decent shape, but he was just 6 feet 6 inches of pure bulging muscle. He stared in every masturbatory fantasy I had.

During our annual camping trip on fall break I decided I was going to tell him I was gay, yes I had learned that that was what I was, and see how he reacted to it. If he was ok with it then maybe I would tell him how I felt about him. We would see how everything played out. Things most certainly did not go as well as I had planned. I ended up with a busted lip and a black eye. Peter and I didn't talk for months after I came out to him. I was crushed, heartbroken, and slowly losing control of myself.

That was how I found myself in the bar that night. I had seen Peter wrapped around a dark haired girl from the reservation and felt like my heart was being torn in two. As if that wasn't bad enough when he spotted me he proceeded to call me a fag, and a cock sucker. I was completely decimated. I grabbed my fathers ID and made my way to the closest bar, and the warmest body. Renee.

We talked, we flirted, I drank enough that I didn't feel completely repulsed when she touched my leg, and then we left. The night itself is a blur. All I remember is waking up alone in a hotel with the rumpled bed as the only evidence of what had transpired. I went home to my own bed and forgot about the night entirely until that phone call.

Peter and I remained estranged through senior year. Then one night the summer before college he showed up on my doorstep not exactly sober. He was babbling and going on about how Sarah was pregnant and then he found out that she cheated on him so they didn't know who the kids father was. He was a right mess. I wanted to be pissed at him, I wanted to kick him out but I still loved him so I could do neither of those things.

I took him too my room hoping that my father wouldn't wake up and find Peter drunk on our doorstep. Being the current Chief of Police in Forks he was not going to take kindly to underage drinking. I got him up to my room and on the bed where he instantly fell asleep. I just sat for hours watching him, taking in his utter beauty.

The next morning he woke up and apologized for everything he had done and for ignoring me. He told me it was only because he was actually scared of what he was feeling also. When I asked him about it his only response was to kiss me.

That kiss was the most amazing moment in my life and I knew then that we would be together forever. He was the first and only man I ever wanted to kiss, to hold, to love, and spend my life with. We had a long talk that day and worked on getting our friendship back on track, as well as exploring our new feelings. Things were great with us that summer. When we left for college we went to different schools. I went to University of Washington to study Criminal Justice while he went to Cornish College of the Arts. Both in Seattle. He wanted to be a tattoo artist. Since we were in the same city we were able to stay together.

We came out to our parents over Christmas break from school that year and they were shocked to say the least. But they only wanted us to be happy. I had been worried that my father, being the old fashioned man that he was, would have a major problem with it. But he just told me, 'when you find love you latch onto it no matter what form it comes in,' He told me my mother told him that right before she passed. I think she may have had an idea that I was gay.

We had been together ever since. Peter found out that the child Sarah was carrying was not his and he was relieved. He didn't want to be a father at the ripe old age of 18, not that I blamed him for that I didn't want that either.

After we graduated we staying in Seattle for a few years. Peter apprenticed at a popular tattoo shop where he got experience and notoriety, and I was working as a police officer for Seattle PD. Life was good we were out and happy.

About 5 years after we graduated my father became gravely ill and we made the decision to go home so I could take care of him. We were home for a month before he passed away leaving us with a substantial amount of money I had no idea he had. We sold my childhood home, took the inheritance and money from the house and bought a new one on the beach. Peter always loved the beach, and Peter opened his own shop.

It wasn't always easy, but I wouldn't trade Peter for anything. He was my life and I had to admit I was a bit nervous about what would happen throwing three teenagers into the mix. What if they didn't get along with Peter or Me? What if they couldn't accept that I was gay? So many questions and no answers to be had. I was giving myself a headache.

I fell asleep after awhile only to be jostled awake a few hours later by the flight attendant saying we were getting ready to land. I suddenly felt very nauseated. My nerves were getting the better of me. I just wanted to land and figure out what was going on.


I departed the plane and called the number that Detective Reinhart gave me to call when I arrived.

"Detective Reinhart speaking." He answered on the third ring.

"Detective, it's Charlie Swan. I just landed in Phoenix and need to know where I should go?" I asked him.

"Oh, yes, Charlie. Meet me at St. Josephs Children's Hospital. A cab should be able to take you there. I will meet you in the front lobby." I was about to ask why I was going to the hospital but he hung up before I could. I was very annoyed. Were my kids ok? What the hell was going on.

I took my bag and made my way to find a cab. While on the way I called my man.

"Hey baby, you get in ok?" He asked before I could even say hello. Just his voice was calming for me.

"Yes I just got in. I called the detective first and am now on my way to the hospital." I heard him gasp.

"Why what's wrong?" I ran my hand through my hair in frustration.

"I don't know he hung up on me before I could ask. He just gave me the name of the hospital and told me he would meet me in the lobby. I am freaking out. I mean what if one of them is sick? What would we do?" I really wish he was here to help me through this. He was always my rock.

"Baby, if one of them is sick, we will handle it. We can handle anything together." I knew he was right but I needed to hear it anyway.

"I know, I miss you babe, I hope that I can figure this out and get home to you soon." My heart always ached when I was away from him. Which wasn't very often.

"I miss you too. I love you, but those kids need you. I have a feeling about this." Him and his feelings, I had to roll my eyes, "don't roll your eyes at me. I know shit." I had to laugh at him and it felt good.

"I know you do. Hey I just pulled in I better go and see what this is about, I love you. I'll call as soon as I know something." He told me he loved me and to focus on the kids, who had just lost their mother, and to call when I had a chance.

I paid the cabby and made my way inside. I was looking around the lobby but wasn't sure what I was looking for when I heard a voice to my right.

"Charlie Swan?" I turned and came face to face with a man who looked like he hadn't slept in days. This did not bode well.

"Yes, that's me. You Detective Reinhart?" I held my hand out for him to shake. He took it in a firm grip and looked at me with sympathy. Wonder what that was about.

"Yes I am. I think I should tell you a bit about what's going on before we go see the children." I nodded at him and followed him to a office that I am sure he got permission to use from the staff.

"First of all let me tell you about the kids themselves first. There are two boys and one girl. Emmett is the oldest by eight minutes, then Jasper by four minutes, and lastly Isabella. All three of them, as well as another we found in the house, James, have been admitted to the hospital. We still don't know everything that happened in that house but what we do know is it wasn't pleasant. Right now all four of them are under heavy sedation." I was trying to get a grip on what he was saying. Why would they need to be sedated? Why didn't they know what happened in the house? What the hell happened to my kids? I was about to ask when he continued.

"What we currently know is this, 911 was called two days ago by Isabella, she was crying and saying that they killed them. She just kept repeating it over and over," He paused to look at me to see my reaction which right now was just confusion, "When police showed up at the house it was chaos. There as blood everywhere. Emmett and James were covered in it. Isabella was cowering in a corner and Jasper was standing over a man with a knife in his hand." What! My son killed someone? Why?

"You're telling me that my son killed a man?" I was getting a bit hysterical now. I got out of my chair and started to pace.

"Please just let me finish before you jump to conclusions." He pleaded with me. I gestured for him to continue but kept up my pacing. "It appears that it was self defense. We have been unable to actually speak with any of the kids at this point because they haven't been stable enough to get coherent sentences out of them. What we could tell from the scene and past medical history was that it looks like they finally fought back after years of abuse and neglect." Shit this was too much.

"What about their mother where is she, you said she was dead? Did the man kill her?" He just looked down before answering.

"No, he didn't. He was her boyfriend slash pimp." I barely heard the last bit but it immediately sent my blood boiling.

"WHAT? SHE WAS A WHORE?" I slammed my fist into the table.

"Please calm down I am getting to it." He stood up and held his hand up. Only then did I notice two other men in the room with us. I would guess they were there to restrain me if I got out of control. Which was a strong possibility at this point. I tried to regulate my breathing and sat down again.

"Ok, yes she was a prostitute. As far as we can tell she was killed by the same knife that killed her boyfriend. There were only two sets of prints on the knife that night, Jasper's and Isabella's." My world was spinning. He just told me that two of my children murdered their mother and her boyfriend. What was happening to them that they would need to do that?

"Do you know why they did it?" I closed my eyes steeling myself for the answer.

"We can only speculate at this point. But after examining the kids and the state we found them in it appears that she was, well…..ummm," He was stalling.

"SPIT IT OUT!" I yelled at him.

"It seems that she was allowing her boyfriend to use them, sexually, to help fund her habit." Oh God. With that I bolted to the closest trash can and lost everything I had eaten that day.


A/N: Ok so that's the first chapter. In my story I imagine Peter looking like Eric Dane, he is dead sexy if you haven't seen him you should Google him! I just saw him in the movie Valentines Day, and it was so cute! I also picture Charlie with full goatee not just the mustache, lol. I may see if I can link a good picture of the two of them on to my profile for you all. Anyway let me know what you think. Reviews always get a Preview!