Warning: Read at your own risk! This story is rated M and for good reason. The prologue alone is going to be hard for some to handle. If you're uncomfortable with language, drug use, and borderline non-consensual sex, I wouldn't recommend this story.

I don't own the characters. I'm just a poor college student borrowing them from someone else.

Chapter Two: The Leaving Song, Part Two

EPOV/August, 2009

Fridays had little meaning to me. It was just a day of the week, like any other. I almost always had to work and when I didn't, I didn't really do anything else either. If I were a normal 24 year old male, I would probably spend my weekends partying and hooking up with girls. But to be perfectly honest, the thought of either made me sick to my stomach.

I sat at the nurses station, tapping my thumbs against the cheap green Formica. The ER was slow today, which was both good and bad. Good, because it meant no one was dying. Bad, because it made time practically stand still. It was a little after three o'clock and I still had over three more hours left in my shift. All of our daily tasks had already been done. I even considered sanitizing everything again to pass the time.

When I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, I checked it almost immediately. It wasn't like I had anything better to do. It was my son's mother, of course. Who else would be texting me?

"Hey, Jane?" I called out to the other RN on duty, "Do you think you can keep an eye on things up here for a second?"

I slipped outside to smoke a cigarette. The rain had let up for a while earlier today, but it was starting to pour again. Luckily, the entrance of the hospital had an overhang for me to crouch under. If it didn't, I probably would have smoked anyway. The rain meant nothing to me. Honestly, everything meant nothing to me.

I tried countless times to stop smoking, but I just couldn't let go. I needed this one vice. Sometimes I felt like it was the only thing that would get me through the day. I always told myself, things would get easier over time. But the truth was, I made my bed and now I had to lie in it.

Back in high school, I was your typical rebellious teenager. I drank on the weekends with my friends and experimented with weed and pills. But I wasn't stupid. I knew my limits, or so I thought. Teenagers make dumb decisions everyday, most of which have no major effect on the outcome of their life. I was the exception. I took advantage of the girl I thought I loved. I lost control. My lapse in judgement ruined some lives, and if it weren't for the guilty conscience I couldn't seem to shake, mine wouldn't have even been one of them.

She had a son. No, Bella had a son, and he looks almost exactly like her. Everyone seems to think he has my eyes, though. I love my son, I really do. I love him more than I ever thought I would be capable of doing; a son I didn't deserve from a woman I was never good enough for.

Both of whom I was convinced would be better off without me.

If Bella knew how I really felt, she would tell you I was full of shit. She would go on the defensive and insist we were both at fault for what happened that night. I knew better. Bella didn't want to sleep with me. Well, not in the mental state we were in, at least. She held onto her virginity when practically every single guy in school was throwing himself at her. She could have had anyone, but she was into me, and I was into her. When we got drunk, it was up to me to take control of the situation and keep her safe. But instead, I took advantage of that.

I took advantage of Bella.

I lit up and tried to push both Bella and our son away from my thoughts. It never worked. Every time I inhaled, memories came flooding back to me. How many times had Bella called me from this exact same emergency room crying because our son couldn't breathe? There was never anything I could do about it; I couldn't even comfort them because Bella was stuck here in Forks raising my son and I was off in Seattle going to school; getting handed all of the opportunities that Bella would never have.

Bella should have been able to go to college. A real college, not some lame ass community college out of Port Angeles. She got a 2150 on her SAT, for crying out loud. She had a future. Add that to the list of all of the things I took away from her.

I heard the sliding glass doors open behind me, pulling me from my thoughts.

The voice that followed was familiar, "Remind me not to put your name on the application next time, bro."

Jasper's interview totally slipped my mind. He had been my best friend since high school; we were even roommates in college until he moved in with his girlfriend. I moved back to Forks after I passed my RN exam, he stayed in Seattle working for the police department until things went south with Maria. I told him he could crash at my place until he got back on his feet and by the sound of it, he still had to find a job in order for that to happen.

Human Resources was on the other end of the hospital, so he must have made a special trip over here for me, "Why, man?"

"Alice did my interview. You could have at least warned me, mother fucker."

I had to laugh. It's a wonder I ever got my job here, "Sorry, dude. She still hate me?"

"Gee, what do you think? Now I know why the police station didn't bother giving me a call back, either."

"Whatever, man," I argued, "Chief Swan probably doesn't even know we're friends."

"Bull shit. Bella's dad knows exactly who I am, Ed."

I winced, "Yeah, I know. So it was that bad, eh?"

"I think I managed to salvage the interview," he smirked. "Alice has a picture of Seth on her desk, you know? He's cute, man. Looks almost exactly like Bella. Didn't you say he was coming over tonight?"

"Yeah," I sighed, "I think his mom has a date or something."

"No shit? Well, at least one of you is getting laid."

If looks could kill...

He must have noticed the fury behind my eyes, because he didn't dwell on what he insinuated, "Or maybe not. What makes you think she's seeing someone?"

I really didn't want to talk about this or think about it more than I already was, especially after the mental picture of anyone else touching Bella was put into my head but I explained anyway, "Well, for one, she asked me to watch him all night."

"'But that's something you should be doing anyway, right?"

"Dude, my car, our apartment... It reeks like cigarette smoke. I wouldn't be surprised if we're up here by the end of the night, and I'd rather not watch my son get a chest tube because of me."

"Whatever, man," he scoffed, "You and I both know that's a bull shit excuse. Are you ever going to tell me what actually happened that night? What made you hate Bella so much and why you decided to be such a shitty dad?"

"I don't hate Bella."

"But you won't argue with the shitty father part. Grow the fuck up, Edward. I hate to say it, but maybe Alice is right about you."

He threw his cigarette down and walked away before I could argue back. I knew he was right. I was a shitty dad. I used to hope that someday, Bella would find someone else. Someone who could look my son in the face without being reminded of every single perfect thing they had ever fucked up. He deserved a good father far more than I deserved him. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that signing my own flesh and blood over to another asshole was something I never wanted to do.

I took a few more drags and went back inside to finish my shift. I resolved, once again, to try harder.

I was doomed from the start. Of all nights for the night nurse to be late, it had to be tonight. When Tanya finally showed up at 6:50, she thanked me for working over but I barely heard it. I got out of there as soon as possible. Seth was probably sitting at home, waiting for me with his backpack in tow. I didn't want to let him down. I was so focused on it that I didn't even bother knocking when I made it to Bella's house.

The image that came into my sight as I opened the door was the opposite of what I expected and enough to send me into cardiac arrest. Seth was in the arms of another man, laughing hysterically. This guy looked a little younger than Bella and me, but he was huge. He must have been at least six inches taller and twice as muscular.

I hadn't felt this small and obsolete since the night Seth was born.

Bella called me back to reality and I quickly masked the pain I felt. Without thinking, I walked over to her for a kiss. A few months back, Seth caught us kissing, and I've used the situation to my advantage ever since. I had done something stupid to hurt Bella and at the time, it was the only way I could prove to her how much she and Seth really meant to me. But when Seth walked into her bedroom and saw my lips on hers, it caught us off guard and caused Bella to turn her attention to Seth and how he perceived the situation. The point I was originally trying to make fell by the wayside.

Hopefully, it wasn't lost to the asshole in Bella's living room.

I walked over to Seth and he barely acknowledged me. I always knew it would hurt when I saw Seth with someone else, but I never actually thought about the repercussions of it. Seth had apparently already decided he liked his mom's boyfriend more than he liked me.

The knife twisted a little further, and I regretted not having a cigarette on the way over here.

Some unspoken exchange must have occurred between Bella and the guy, because she stumbled her way through an introduction. I sized Jake up again, fully knowing I would never win in a fist fight against him but not opposed to die trying.

I began to wonder how long Bella had been letting him come around. This obviously wasn't the first time he had met my son, and they seemed pretty close. But how close was he with Bella? I started to worry that maybe Jasper was right. Maybe tonight was the night, or maybe things had already gone too far.

Just because you got there first does not mean she's yours, I had to remind myself. You had your chance, Edward. You blew it. Over and over again, you blew it.

Dad had been acting strange. It was as if he wanted to tell me something, but every time he tried he changed his mind. On top of that, he kept asking me if I wanted to invite Bella over to watch a movie. Or, out to dinner. If it weren't for the fact that I was almost positive he had no way of knowing, I would think he knew about what I had done, and what I was going through.

Maybe he wasn't acting strange. Maybe it was just the weight of my guilty conscious.

I graduated from high school two weeks ago. That same night, I met Tyler Crowley on the beach for some Adderall. I didn't need it to study anymore. I just wanted to feel something. High school was over, and I knew I would probably never see Bella again. She'd never know about the acceptance letter UCLA sent me, or the fact that they hadn't offered me any type of scholarship money. She'd continue to think I was happy to be attending the University of Washington in Seattle, and she'd never know how much I wanted to be with her. Or that I was in love with her.

I entertained the thought of fooling around with some other girl to get her off of my mind. After all, Lauren Mallory was right there, offering me her bottle of Jack and a good time to go along with it. And in order to do it, I would need the Jack. It would probably take an entire fifth for me to get drunk enough to have sex with someone. Jazz and I drank a lot and I could hold my liquor well, but the Adderall I already popped had a way of countering its effects.

I tipped the bottle back, allowing myself one last time to think about it. I was still a virgin, but did I really want to go to college without having any experience with girls? No, I didn't. I wanted to go to school with Bella. I wanted Bella to be my first experience, and I wanted the experience to continue over and over again.

When I was sure I had enough whiskey in me to at least tolerate the mere thought of a conversation with Lauren, I removed the bottle from my lips. Staring straight at me was the one woman I never expected to see on that beach.

Bella.

She wasn't gone, but she was getting there. I knew she didn't drink. Chief Swan would never let that shit fly, and I had to wonder what she was even doing at the beach in the first place. I practically begged her to follow me to my car. I still felt okay to drive, even though I was sure I was over the legal limit. For some stupid reason, she got into my car. Instead of taking her home, I ended up taking her to my house.

I kept drinking, and so did she. I told her about the pills and even offered some to her. I'm still not sure if she actually took them or not. I tried to make her think she could trust me, because I honestly thought she could. I never thought I would be capable of doing anything to hurt Bella. But eventually, I couldn't hold myself back anymore. I had this one chance to show her how I felt, and I took it.

The only thing I could focus on that night were my needs. I needed Bella to know how I felt. I needed to kiss her. I needed to touch her. I needed to see her naked, and I needed to fuck her. And since she wasn't saying no, I just assumed it was something she needed to.

The next morning, I didn't even know what to say. I knew I had seriously fucked things up. I was so ashamed of myself and what I had done that I couldn't even look Bella in the face. I spent the next day sleeping off my massive hang over, trying to escape what I had done. In the days that followed, I ignored her calls. I didn't love Bella. Taking advantage of her innocence while she was drunk was not the product of love.

Jasper and I were at Newton's Sporting Goods to get ready for our weekend camping trip. Bella was working, but I did my best to avoid her. That is, until Mike told me something that changed everything. I couldn't ignore Bella anymore.

"Dude, did you guys hear about Bella?" he asked as we were checking out with our tent and sleeping bags.

"No." I answered curtly. Whatever it was, I didn't think I wanted to know.

"She's pregnant, man. She told my mom today, 'cause she needs tomorrow off to go to the appointment."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Newton must have been an idiot, because I'm pretty sure everyone we went to school with saw us leave the beach together that night. Well, almost everyone. Jasper apparently had no idea.

"Dude, Ed. Calm down," I barely heard him whisper, "She's probably dating someone from another town. I don't think Bella would fuck around with any of the guys we went to school with. She probably has a boyfriend. Breathe, man."

But I couldn't breathe. I just found out from some prick I didn't even like, and Bella sure as fuck didn't like, that I was going to be a father.

I stormed over to the aisle I had seen her stocking earlier. I was sure she had seen me, too. Why didn't she tell me? Why didn't she try to catch my attention? Didn't she think I deserved to know?

"Is it true?" I asked, more stern than I had intended on being.

"Dude, Edward. Calm down," Jasper tried to pull me back, "Leave it alone, man."

Bella's face had been red. I knew she had been crying already, and I was making her start again.

"Yeah," she sobbed, "it's true."

"Fuck, Bella! why didn't you tell me? I should have been the first person to know!"

"Oh, I don't know, Edward," she scoffed, "Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you've been ignoring me every since it happened!"

"Dude." I heard Jasper gasp.

I knew Bella was right. This was my own fault, but it was too late for that now.

"Get an abortion." I demanded, without thinking.

"What?"

"Get. An. Abortion. Don't let some stupid fucking mistake I made ruin your life," I opened my wallet and threw my credit card at her.

At this point, Jasper pushed me away from Bella and practically dragged me out of the store. Bella had been reduced to hysterics.

Once we were outside, Jasper threw the his first and only punch. It took me to the ground.

"What the fuck was that for?" I yelled, rubbing my jaw.

"The fact that you have to ask just shows me how much you deserved it."

I didn't get an opportunity to finish my conversation with Jasper, because at that moment Bella came storming out of the building and towards her truck.

"Bella!" I called out, getting up and running towards her, "Bella, please!" I begged.

She didn't even turn around, she just kept going. The truck was locked, and by the time she got the door open, I caught up to her. She tried slamming it on me, but I got in the way.

"Baby, please," I begged.

She threw the credit card back at me, "Don't baby me, Edward."

"I'm sorry. Look, I flipped out. Can we at least talk about this?"

"Great. So now, you want to talk? Where were you two weeks ago?"

"Bella, I'm sorry. I was... ashamed. Please, just talk," tears were accumulating in my eyes by this time.

"Fine. What? But so help me God, Edward, if you tell me to get an abortion one more time..."

"I won't ask you to get one. I was only saying that because I was angry and I don't want you to ruin your future because of me. We can get married. We can raise the baby together."

"Married? Are you fucking kidding me? I hate you, Edward! Why would I EVER want to marry you?"

I had my chance. I blew it. I've ran that conversation through my head millions of times since that day. There were so many things I should have done differently. I should have never demanded she get an abortion. I should have never spent two weeks ignoring her. If I hadn't maybe I wouldn't be in this situation right now. Bella would never be mine, but it would never keep me from wanting what I couldn't have.

The words left my mouth before I could even realize what I was saying, "Bella, can I talk to you in the bedroom for a second?"

I knew she was unsure of whether or not to follow me, so I was glad when she did. As soon as the door was shut, my emotions got the best of me. I asked her if she was fucking him. I wanted to know if that's why I was keeping Seth all night and she felt the need to remind me that what she did was none of my business.

"Just. Answer. The. Question." I seethed.

If Bella had just answered the question, like I asked, it would have hurt. But Bella's silent response was so much worse. She made her way across the bedroom and over to her nightstand. When she opened the bottom drawer, I half expected her to show off some form of contraceptive. Instead, I found my eyes being pulled towards her body. The shirt she was wearing was too tight fitting. It hardly covered the small of her back. Peeking out from under it was a tattoo. I never knew Bella had one, and I'd be lying if I didn't think it was sexy as fuck. It was easy for me to recognize what the tattoo was; the tiny, premature footprints of my baby boy. I subconsciously rubbed my chest. I wonder how Bella would react if she saw my tattoo.

When my eyes finally drifted lower, I saw what Bella had probably been intending for me to the entire time. The night we had sex, Bella was wearing boyshorts. Today, Bella had on a black, barely there thong. I knew her. Bella was a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl. She had kept her very sexy body after giving birth to Seth, but her number one priority had always been to be comfortable. There was only one reason Bella would ever be caught dead in something like this.

Sex.

I'm not going to lie, I wanted her. For a split second, I thought about how Seth would be occupied with her date in the other room. I could make Bella mine, again. When we finished, it would be obvious to her loser boyfriend what had happened between us. I'd thank him for babysitting and tell him to get the fuck out of her house.

Yeah, right. Keep dreaming, Ed.

I was starting to get turned on by the fantasy in my head when Bella's words brought me back to reality, "I don't fuck on the first date. Not sober, anyway. Besides, I already have one bastard child. I'm not sure my reputation can spare another."

My heart fell through the floor. I felt like a pussy, because I almost started crying, "Bella, please do not call our son a bastard child."

"Why? We both know exactly what he is. Don't misunderstand me. I would fucking die for that little boy out there. For that same reason, I refuse to put myself in any situation where Seth becomes the odd one out. So, no, Edward, I am not fucking Jacob, or anyone else for that matter."

She was about to leave me there to compose myself, but I couldn't let her go. I grabbed her arm and tried to apologize. I hoped she felt the weight of the sincerity in my words. I wasn't just apologizing for what had happened in this bedroom. I was apologizing for everything.

"I'm trying, Bella. You know its hard for me."

She handed me the inhaler she had gotten from her night stand, and I went to rescue my son from the mother fucker in Bella's living room. When Bella leaned down to give Seth a kiss goodbye, he apologized too. For what, I have no idea. Bella told me she'd tell me later, and I tried to forget about it.

Relief swept over me as I finally got to hold my son. I knew he was getting too old to be picked up, but I had a lot of lost time to make up for. It wasn't like I had ever denied the fact that he was mine. Even I wasn't that big of an asshole. It was just easier to ignore the fact that he was my son when I never saw him. I'll never get the first five years of his life back. I should have started being a dad the second I found out about him, rather than waiting for someone else to step up and do it for me.

Hindsight is 20/20.

He wrapped his arms around my neck and I carried him outside as Bella went to retrieve the booster seat from my mom's old Explorer. After everything they had done for Bella, the amount of respect I had for my parents was endless. Seth and I waved bye as the mother fucker helped Bella into his raised truck. His hands lingered on her waist for a little too long and I had to fight back from saying exactly what was on my mind. He shot me a smug look before getting in himself and I almost lost it.

I have my son in the car, I told myself.

"Edward, do you like pizza?" Seth asked from the backseat, bringing me back from my jealousy.

"What'd you call me, son?" I asked, shocked. It was always dad, or daddy. Never Edward.

"Well, mommy calls you Edward. And when you were in mommy's room, Jake he told me it was okay if I called you Edward, too."

My vision went red, and I had to hold back from taking my anger out on my son, "My name is Edward, buddy. Edward Anthony Cullen," I told him, in case he didn't know the whole thing, "but I like it when you call me dad. Or daddy."

"Sorry, daddy. Can we still get pizza? Mom said you might take me to Nana and Pop Pop's."

I had intended on it just being Seth and I tonight, but if he wanted to see my parents, I wasn't going to tell him no, "Do you think Nana and Pop Pop would want pizza, too?"

"Duh, dad. It's pizza. Who doesn't want pizza?"

I called my parents to make sure they hadn't eaten before Seth and I headed over to Pacific Pizza. When I asked what toppings he preferred, he told me he just wanted cheese. I had to laugh, because it was so Bella. Not only did he look exactly like his mom, he seemed to act like her too. I saw it as a good thing. I'd much rather him have Bella's intelligence, personality, and looks, than my own.

After we ordered the pizzas, I sat down to wait. My son crawled onto my lap and leaned his head against my shoulder.

"What's wrong, buddy?" I asked, sensing he was upset about something.

"Nothing," he told me. I wasn't convinced.

I gave him a kiss on the forehead and looked across the restaurant to see what might have been bothering him. Nothing struck out as odd to me. I knew I had an opportunity to step up and be Dad.

"If you need to talk about something," I began, "I'm here to listen. You know that, right?"

"You might get mad," he enticed. Now, I really wanted to know.

"Why would I get mad, buddy?"

"I miss mommy."

"Me too," I answered honestly. Why would I get mad over that? He was only five. It was perfectly normal for him to miss her. Hell, I knew I was a total momma's boy at his age. He probably got it from me.

"I wish," he hesitated, "I wish we were a real family"

"Me too," I sighed. This wasn't exactly a conversation I wanted to have in public, "I love you, Seth."

My parents were excited, as always, to see him. Seth was their first grandchild, but Emmett and Rosalie were about to pop out their second kid any minute now. Seth's cousin Henry was three, and I was glad there wasn't a huge age gap between them. I wasn't an only child, and I hated that Seth was going to be. Well, he might not always be, I supposed. Bella might have kids with Andre the Giant or some other mother fucker eventually, but Seth was it for me.

By the time we made it back to my apartment, Jasper was out for the night and it was already way past Seth's bedtime. I reached into his overnight bag and pulled out the Transformers pajamas Bella had packed. He changed and brushed his teeth before crawling into bed. Seth didn't have his own room over here, but eventually, he could. I started planning it in my head for when Jasper moved out. Friday could be our day, I decided. In the meantime, Seth had to sleep with me.

"Those are some rockin' pajamas, man. I loved Transformers when I was your age."

"You did?" he asked, amusement shining through.

"Yeah, I was even Optimus Prime for Halloween one year. Nana has pictures. I'll bet she'll show you sometime."

"Optimus Prime?" he gasped, "Dad, you can't be Optimus Prime!"

"Why not?"

"'Cause mommy's Optimus Prime!" he snorted, "And I'm Bumble Bee."

I had to laugh, "Oh yeah? Who am I then?"

"You..." he thought, "You can be Megatron."

"What? I'm a Decepticon?"

"Somebody has to be the bad guy."

I knew better than to read too much into what Seth was saying. We were talking hypothetically. He was only five; there's no possibility of a deeper meaning behind his words. It was just Transformers. He wasn't insinuating anything. Or was he? Did he really think of me as the bad guy?

"Jake can be the Decepticon," I told him, trying to push what he just said out of my mind, "I wanna be Ratchet."

"Ratchet! The nurse! That's you, daddy!"

Yeah, that was me. I had high hopes when I was younger. I wanted to be a doctor like my dad, but it wasn't fair for me to go to medical school when Bella couldn't even get a bachelor's degree. So instead, I settled for second best and became an RN. I still had an education, and I could still provide for Seth. I still got to help people, just without all of the prestige of being Doctor Cullen.

Seth eventually fell asleep, and I needed a smoke so I grabbed my cell phone and slipped out of bed. Jasper still hadn't made it home and I was beginning to wonder what sort of trouble he had gotten himself in to. It wasn't that late. 10:30, maybe. Bella was still going to be pissed when she found out what time Seth went to bed.

I stood outside on our balcony and felt light headed after a few drags of my cigarette. I hadn't had one since three, and it felt good. I was probably going to have to shower before I got back in bed with Seth, but it was worth it.

I felt my phone vibrate in the pocket of my pajamas.

Bella.

"Hey," I answered, trying to be quiet.

She didn't say anything. I heard her inhale deeply and I immediately knew something was wrong.

"Bella? Are you okay?"

My thoughts went to Jake. What had he done to her?

"I'm fine," she sniveled into the phone, "Just calling to check on Seth."

"Seth is fine, sweetheart. He's in bed. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Just lonely, I guess."

"Did something happen with that mother fucker tonight?" I asked, feeling more than a little on edge.

"No, Edward. Nothing." she insisted.

"Good. He told our son to call me Edward."

"What?" she gasped.

"Yeah. As soon as we got in the car. I wanted to turn around and kill him. Jake, I mean. Not Seth."

"I'm sorry.I never call you Edward to Seth. It's always dad or daddy."

"You call your dad Charlie," I pointed out.

"Yeah, but I'm an adult."

"Well when Seth's an adult, I still want to be dad."

She stayed quiet for a second.

"Bella, what's wrong?" Something was up. Something had happened with Jake, and I wanted to know about it.

"I had to make a decision. A big one. And now I'm wondering if I did the right thing."

As much as I wanted to know, I decided not to press it, "I'm sure you did. You always make the right decision. Everything you do is with the best interests of our son in mind. I love that. So whatever it was you had to decide... I'm sure it was right."

She sighed, "Thanks, Edward. I'll be by to get Seth at around 9:30... Do you, maybe, want to go to breakfast with us?"

"I'd love to."

Bella hung up after that. I didn't want her to. I wished we could have stayed on the phone until she was comfortable enough to tell me what was really wrong but I knew better than to think Bella would ever really trust me again. I wasn't lying about anything I said to her. Bella always put Seth first andfrom now on, I was going to follow her lead. Everything I did was going to be with Seth's best interests in mind.

I flicked the cigarette down to the parking lot below and went back inside. I still had 9 left in my pack, but it didn't matter. I threw them away, along with the lighter, too, because I didn't need vices. I needed my family.

So what did you think? Was it what you thought it'd be? Edward knows he has made a lot of mistakes. He just doesn't know how to deal with them. But like the title of the story would suggest... Is it too little, too late? I guess we'll find out. Up next is Bella's point of view. I'm trying to make them overlap, but I don't want it to be too repetitive. So, let me know what you thought. Also, I'm on twitter. So if you're bored, you can talk to me over there. Sometimes I even post teasers. :)The name is abbrecken. Also, there's a good chance reviews will be replied to with teasers.

Thanks to simba517 and broduergirl30 for being awesome as always. Though, I may never drink another milkshake now...