Chapter 2
Jasper POV
I was glad that Edward suggested we should leave work early to get to Ethan's basketball game on time, those we still ended up being five minutes late which wasn't too bad. When we finally made it to the game, I looked over to find my supportive family sitting in our usual spot cheering Ethan on. Man my son was a good player, and to only be five, he could play any position, I could defiantly see him becoming pro if that's something he choose I thought to myself.
Finally we made it over to our family to take our seats, we quickly embraced one another the best way we could without getting in other peoples way.
"Did you see that?' Emmett screamed. "My nephew is on fire!"
"Yes babe we did. Go Ethan!" Rosalie my sister-in law and Emmett's wife responded.
My family has always been big on sports. My father Dr. Carlisle Cullen played basketball and football growing up and in college, he could have went pro if it wasn't for his love of medicine and helping others. My mother Esme Cullen was a cheerleader in high school and in college. Emmett played baseball and hockey. Edward played football, and I played basketball and baseball. I guess you could say "like father, like son."
The game continues without a hitch, with Ethan and the help of his teammates they controlled the game winning by 15 points. I'm defiantly proud of my son as I can't stop smiling and cheering, but I also can't wait until I finally has a chance to speak with him to let him know how proud I truly am. Watching my son as he celebrate with teammates I couldn't imagine how anyone could harm or neglected a child. My son is amazing, I learn things about myself from him every day, and yes he makes me a better person.
I have to admit growing up, fatherhood never played on my mind. I mean I wasn't against the idea, but I never figured it wouldn't happen for me. I was always to career driven never really focusing on women let alone a successful relationship, but things changed when I met Ethan mother Olivia Hardwood.
"Daddy." I heard my son calling for me knocking me out of my own head.
"Hey bubby Great games, congrats." I told my son as we embraced for a long and much needed hug. As you can already tell, I can be slightly protected or as my brothers would say overprotected, but I disagree.
"Thanks dad." Ethan replied back.
"Buddy you were so awesome tonight."
"Thank you, auntie Bella." Ethan said.
The whole family praised my son for winning the game, and we all went out to dinner to celebrate his victory.
"Uncle Jasper is it true your taking Ethan to see Alice Brandon?" and if so can we go please, please, please." I heard my nephews Jordon and Edward Jr asked. "Can we go too?" My two nieces Kayla and Jade screamed at me from across the dinner table.
"Wait, wait, and wait, who said anything about Ethan going to see Alice Brandon?"
"Ethan did. " They all said in unison.
"Wait. Who is Alice Brandon? My mother Esme asked.
"She's some pro basketball player my son is obsessed." I answer looking directly at my son.
"Daddy I'm not obsessed with her Ethan said with a pout.
"Mom Ethan isn't the only one obsessed with her all your grandchildren are fixated about her." Edward said."
"Well, why haven't any of you knuckle heads interviewed her yet? My grandchildren would love to meet her.
"Mom it's not that easy. Plus we're already books for the next two months, and behind deadlines." I answer her wanting this conversation to end. I hear enough about Alice Brandon at home from Ethan.
We continue dinner with all of us ordering our food and drinks, and talking about other topics that have nothing to do with Alice Brandon and I was glad.
Walking into my five bedrooms Atlanta Georgia home I couldn't wait for my head to hit the pillow. I could see that Ethan felt the same way as he dragged his feet up the stairs and into his room.
"Good night bub." I yelled to him from down stairs. I couldn't rest just yet; there were still some work I needed to finish before work tomorrow. I opened my laptop, and got started. About two hours later I decided to call it a night, and head to bed but not before stopping to check on Ethan. I slowly opened his door and looked in; he was sound asleep, and still wearing in team uniform. I laughed at the sight of my little man, he looks so much like me, and he truly loves basketball.