This is unbeta'd and not pre-read by anyone. All mistakes are my own.
MA: This story will have explicit and lemony scenes. If boy x boy relations offend you please don't read any further.
Characters belong to S. Meyer.
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[year: 2000 – Jasper age 13]
"I don't think he's ready quite yet. Do you want to come in and wait?"
I was supposed to go out today to spend time with my dad. If I was a good son I'd have been waiting for him to arrive so she wouldn't have to deal with him at all, but I couldn't quite muster up the effort to hurry for him.
There is a quiet knock on my door and I hear Momma's soft voice calling to me.
"Jasper honey, your father is waiting."
"Momma? Can you come in here? Please?"
She probably already knew what I was going to ask, and although I knew her answer, I found I had to try one more time.
When she poked her head in I gave her my saddest, puppy dog eyes.
"Do I hafta to go? I don't wanna see him," I whined.
She gave me one of her "don't' mess with me" looks and I know the answer's "no".
"But he's a fuckin' douche, and I shouldn't hafta waste my time with the asshole!" I spit out, maybe loud enough that he might hear.
"Jasper Robert Whitlock," Momma hissed. "You had better get your butt in gear and spend some quality time with your father. No matter what he's done, he is your father and that is never, ever going to change."
"This is so fuckin' unfair!"
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"So, I have tickets to the Astros/Cardinals game this afternoon. Have you seen a game at Enron yet?"
"No."
"Alou is back on the roster again. Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll get a home run today."
"So fuckin' what. I hate baseball."
That wasn't true at all and my dad knew I was a baseball fanatic. But going to the game with him today - it would fucking ruin baseball for me.
Even though Dad had brought me to my favorite restaurant I could barely stomach half my burger. He made several more attempts at conversation, but I chose a new approach and ignored him as if he hadn't said a word.
I couldn't make it easy for him.
Not when he'd hurt Momma so much.
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"Where does your wife think ya are this weekend?"
He sighed like I was being a fucking pain in the ass.
"Jasper, can't we simply enjoy an afternoon of baseball."
"No. I think ya owe us some answers," I twist in my seat and stare at him with my arms crossed. There is no fucking way I was about to let him off scot free.
"Okay, I'll answer a few of your questions if you promise me you'll drop it for the rest of the afternoon and at least attempt to enjoy the game."
"Where does your wife think ya are this weekend?" I repeated. I didn't agree to shit and he was a dimwit if he thought I'd let him take pleasure in any part of our time together.
"Her name is Yvette, and she wouldn't care where I am at the moment," my dad answered sounding weary.
"So your wife wouldn't have a problem if she were to find out who ya spend your time with when ya work out of your Houston office?"
"I know you can't understand this at your age, but sometimes relationships are complicated. Yvette and I are never on the best of terms and as much as I'm sure you don't want to hear it, I love your mom. I always will."
His answer only served to make me angrier.
A jolt went up my arm when I banged my fist on the arm of my seat and almost overturned my soft drink.
What a fuckin' joke!
"Jasper, pull yourself together!"
"So that's the best story ya could dream up? You and your wife are basically in a loveless marriage and Momma is your one true love? What a crock of shit! Good luck trying to convince Momma of that."
"Your mother knew about Yvette from the day we met. She was okay with our…lives the way they worked."
Yeah he was trying to spin that shit so he sounded better. Like Momma was as guilty as him. What he didn't know, nor did Momma, was that I'd overheard Momma one night crying and spilling her guts to her best friend Sandra.
I knew the real story, and I can't even describe how awful it felt to hear how sad and lonely Momma was feeling. I felt helpless. From what I understood he'd told Momma some crap about having to stay married or he would lose his position within the company. She'd believed him when he had promised her that they only stayed married in name only.
I call bullshit on all of it.
If I was a second grader who didn't understand what it took to make a woman pregnant, maybe I might have been fooled. But, if their marriage was business only as he'd claimed, how did Yvette end up pregnant at the same time as Momma?
I think that was the evidence that Momma couldn't overlook. You can't explain away a child who was conceived after they'd met. Uh huh, doesn't work that way.
We were better off without him.
How much would really change anyway? Momma and I have basically only had each other all these years. Yeah, Robert (otherwise known as Dad) came around one weekend a month, and then there were times he hadn't return for several months. But, every time he stepped through that door, Momma and I had both thrown ourselves in his arms.
I cringed thinking about how happy I used to be seeing him.
That wouldn't ever be happening again. Sometimes I wished I could step back in time and have chosen Momma's work for my research paper instead.
And I fuckin' thought he had to travel for business.
"Okay with the way your lives worked? I know she didn't know fuckin' squat about your other child! Or, did the fact that ya had another blond-haired, blue-eyed child in your exact image slip your mind whenever ya walked through our front door?
"Does she know she has a brother? Maybe I should contact her, ya know, to welcome her to the family," I sneered.
"Shut the fuck up Jasper." My dad's voice was low and dangerous, like he was barely able to restrain himself from hitting me. His cool demeanor had slipped under a cloud of anger as he pointed his finger in my face. "I don't want to hear another word out of your smart mouth about my daughter. Leave her out of this. Don't you ever try to contact her."
I'd thought he'd hurt me as much as he could. It was then I realized there was always another level of pain that could be reached, you just didn't know it until it happened. I brushed away the sting of a tear that gathered in one of my tear ducts.
I guess I fuckin' know who he loves more.
I bet she's a real daddy's girl too.
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Thanks for reading!
What's coming up? A few time jumps. I'm anxious to get us to present day and meeting Edward!
Chapter 4 -: [year: 2001 – Jasper age 14]
Guess who shows up uninvited at his door? Those of you reading It's Waiting There For You will have a distinct advantage in answering this question.
Chapter 5 – [year: 2002 – Jasper age 15]
