Thank you for all of your wonderful reviews! You guys rock! A bit of history on Laurent and Vicky and why the heck is Charlie so suspicious?

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Five weeks later...

Jasper's POV

Graduation was yesterday and the girls and I went through the entire ceremony complete with cap and gown. Pete and Emmett didn't graduate because they had only enrolled in classes throughout the day to stay close to their mates. I had faked my papers and managed to get myself in as a matriculated student so I could stay with Bella.

Laurent and Vicky were turning out to be a great help. He trained Bella with her shield and helped to maintain the house while we were in school and working. Vicky cooked all of the meals. Bella said that she was a terrific cook. It turned out that her mother was a scullery maid in England and she had grown up helping out in the kitchens of British royalty. She was transformed in 1574 at the age of twenty-four. Laurent, on the other hand, was born into an aristocratic French family. He was transformed in 1740 at the age of forty. He met Victoria while she was escaping from an evil vampire named Boris who wanted her for himself. Laurent and Vicky soon discovered that they were mates, Laurent killed Boris and the two have been living as nomads ever since.

Charlie and Pat had come for graduation and were visiting us at home right now. Last night, the two of them and Jess's parents took us all out for a graduation dinner at a seafood restaurant. Apparently, they knew better than to go to a steakhouse with Bella. Pete introduced Vicky to everyone as his cousin, and Laurent, her husband. Jess's parents and Pat accepted us instantly. Charlie, however, was suspicious, and he was eyeing the whole situation with scrutiny.

Pat was currently working on giving everyone their bi-monthly haircuts. Much to Laurent's dismay, she took out a pair of clippers and buzzed his hair all off.

"You look so much more handsome this way. Don't you feel much lighter and freer instead of being weighed down by all that hair?"

"Yes," Laurent whimpered.

Pete was laughing away until she gave him a buzz cut too. He kept patting all around his head, as if it would make his hair grow back faster. She gave me what she called a skateboarder look.

"Oh my God! Your hair looks just like Zac Efron's in High School Musical," Jess said.

Aw, hell no! I rushed in front of the mirror and my jaw dropped. Fuck me!

I walked out of the bathroom and Pat asked, "Do you like it?"

I looked up to see both Charlie and Bella with serious expressions and arched eyebrows. "I love it," I lied. Thank God, vampire hair grows back quickly, unless you were like Alice and your hair follicles and cells were fried during electric shock treatments as a human so you couldn't grow more.

Laurent, Pete, and I sat on the sofa and sulked while Emmett got his standard buzz cut. Asshole!

She worked on the girls next. Vicky was last. She was just finishing up when she gasped, "Ooh! I snipped a bit of my own skin. The scent of her blood hit us instantly. We were about to leave, but it was too late, Vicky was draining Pat. Emmett rushed Charlie and the three girls to safety. Pete and Laurent managed to get Vicky off of Pat before she drained her, but it was too late.

Just then, Charlie rushed back out of the bedroom that Emmett had put him in. The next words out of his mouth shocked the fuck out of all of us, "One of you pasty ass vampires better turn my wife into one of you. I won't have her dead! I'd rather have her walking the earth as one of the living dead, than buried under soil. Now do whatever the fuck you have to do!"

Pete and I were so shocked that we dove in and injected Pat with our venom. She started screaming in pain immediately. I took my t-shirt off and shoved it in her mouth to quiet her screams. Vicky was sobbing and apologizing. Laurent was trying to console her.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Oh, I've known about vampires since before Bella was even born. Now, I'm through with all of the lies. What really happened to Angela?"

So, I told him everything. What else could I do? The girls and Emmett were all listening raptly to me explaining everything to Charlie, including the fact that the girls were our mates. Laurent helped by telling him what really happened to Bella in Phoenix and about Alice and Edward's new quest for her blood.

"What I'd like to know is why the hell my daughter is walking around as a fucking human instead of as a vampire? If the fucker wants her blood, then the obvious thing to do is to turn her into a vampire so her blood is no longer accessible. What do you guys have? Shit for brains?"

"I wanted to graduate from college first, Dad."

"Well, you've graduated now so you have no excuse."

"Dad, how did you know that they were vampires?"

"Billy Black told me some tribal legends when we were kids. I put two and two together when the Cullens moved to town and I overheard Billy telling Harry that the Cullens were back after over seventy years, and they should prepare their sons and reiterate the story of the Cold Ones. The Quileutes are supposedly werewolves."

"Werewolves?" Bella, Jess, and Lauren shouted.

"Oh my God! Bella, was there a full moon out when Edward abandoned you in the woods? Because you could have been attacked by a werewolf!" Jess was completely besides herself.

"Calm down girls, I've met them," Emmett stated.

"Who?"

"Ephraim Black, Levi Uley, and Quil Ateara. I met them in the 1930's when we first lived in Forks. They aren't true werewolves that are controlled by the moon, they're shapeshifters. They literally turn into giant, horse-sized wolves and they smell rank. Carlisle made a treaty with them. As long as we don't bite a human and feed from animals, we can stay in Forks. We're also not allowed in La Push. There's a boundary line drawn."

"Wait a second. You guys feed from humans. Why are you rebuilding the house in Forks, then? Shouldn't you just sell the property?" Bella asked.

"We planned on feeding from animals when we went there," I explained.

"Alright, enough chit-chat, what's the game plan with my wife? When will she wake up and when can we go home? Don't one of you guys have to be buried underground for twenty-four hours with her or something? Do you have a shovel? I'll help you dig a hole in the backyard."

"Huh?" Laurent and Vicky stared at him perplexedly. The rest of us started howling.

"Charlie, have you been watching True Blood?" I asked.

"Yeah, Patty makes me watch it."

"Um, those are fictional vampires. We're not like them at all." I explained what real vampires are really like.

"Wait a minute? So, I've been wearing this silver chain around you guys and looking like a pussy for nothing?"

"Yep," I chuckled.

"Well that sure bruises a guy's ego."

"Probably."

"What about garlic? I've been carrying this garlic bulb in my pocket, just in case."

"Oh, I'll take that," Bella said. "I needed to run to the store for some anyway."

"Garlic doesn't work either, huh?"

"Nope," I smirked.

"So, when is she going to wake up?"

"In three days. You won't be able to be near her then. She'll smell your blood and eat you. In fact, you won't be able to see her for nine months to a year, possibly longer."

"A year? I'm a guy. I've got needs."

"Oh yuck!" Bella and Lauren gasped.

"Sorry girls, but just because we're forty-two doesn't mean our libidos have stopped."

"Too much info, Charlie!" Jess yelped.

"Look, Dad, how about we make a deal? You don't speak of your sex life, and we won't speak of ours," Bella stated.

"You have no sex life, Bella. You're still a V," Lauren smirked.

"I knew I liked you, son," Charlie said to me. He glared at Peter, though. Hey, I was winning brownie points with Bella's dad. Cool.

Peter, Emmett, and I were trying to figure out what to do with Pat while Laurent explained to Charlie about the newborn stage of vampires.

"Excuse me," an impatient Bella stated to all of us, suddenly. She had her arms folded in front of her chest and she was tapping her feet.

"What, babe? We're trying to figure out what to do with Lauren's mom."

"Um, the answer is obvious. You need to take her to Carlisle in Arizona. Laurent and Vicky can go with her. I think the bigger question is, how are we going to explain her absence?"

"Car accident," Charlie said. "We fake a car accident and kill us both off. You and Lauren will then inherit everything. You two sell the house, and you can forward our money to us. That way, we'll have money to live off of when we're both vampires."

"Pardon me?" Bella asked. "I thought that I just heard you saying that you were both going to be vampires."

"Well, what did you expect? For me to go for a year without sex?"

"Yes, actually."

"Fuck that, a year's a long time."

"He's right, Bella. He and Pat are in love. You can't keep them away from each other," Jess agreed.

"Besides, this way we can keep an eye on all four of you girls for the rest of eternity," Charlie smirked.

All of our jaws dropped. Oh fuck.

Pete suddenly spoke. "Okay, here's how it's going to go. Em, Jasper, and I have to gorge ourselves on animal blood. Charlie, you were planning on staying up here for a week this time anyway, right?"

"Right, I wanted to catch a couple Mariner's games."

"So we fake your deaths in a week. Meanwhile, if we feed from animals three times a day, I think our eyes will turn to gold by then so we can go back to Forks with the girls."

"Pete, it takes ten to fourteen days for our eyes to return to gold after feeding from humans."

"Charlie, when are you two due back at work?"

"The Monday after next."

"So we fake their deaths on the Monday after next. That's ten days from now."

"Yeah, and they probably won't call you girls until Tuesday or even Wednesday. Let's just hope your eyes change color by then, boys. Now, I know the perfect town between here and Forks to stage the accident. Can you steal bodies from the morgue?" Charlie asked.

"Don't worry about that part, Charlie. I'm an ol' pro at this," Emmett said.

"Alright, one of you girls have to bathe Pat and get the blood off of her so Vicky and Laurent can drive to Arizona. You do know how to drive, don't you?" I asked.

They both scratched their heads at my question.

"How the hell did you get by without driving for this long?"

"There was no need to. We were nomads."

"I've got an idea," Bella said. Of course she did. My mate was one of the few that could keep her head together in crisis situations, and I knew exactly which parent she inherited that from. "How about if Dad drives them?"

"Actually, that's not a bad idea. I can drive to Arizona and we can stage a car accident there. That'll buy you boys more time."

"Yeah, and on top of that, if there are wolves in La Push, they won't go snooping around all the way to Arizona," Emmett pointed out.

Three hours later, Laurent and Vicky had returned from a hunt, freshly fed. Charlie had gotten a quick nap in. The girls had bathed Pat, packed as much as possible in the form of clothes for her, and Charlie, Laurent, and Vicky were on their way to Carlisle in Arizona. Vicky was so remorseful that she carried Patty out and held her protectively in her arms in the back seat.

As soon as they left, realization seemed to hit Lauren, "Oh my God, Bella! We're going to be stuck with our parents for all of eternity."

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Well that just sucks!" she pouted.

Charlie's POV

It took me nineteen hours of straight driving, with a couple of stops for me to eat and piss, in order for me to get Patty to Arizona. Carlisle Cullen had already been notified of our arrival. I finally saw Angela and gave her the biggest hug that I could muster up. I had been completely worried about her. Once I saw Emmett, Jasper, and Peter in Seattle for the first time in September, I knew that she wasn't studying abroad.

When I was about eight years old, Billy had told me about some Quileute legends. He got the verbal beatdown of a lifetime for sharing them with me from his father. That's when I realized that there was probably some truth to the story and that I should not forget the story of the wolves and the vampires Even as a little sprite, I was a pretty sharp kid. Bella gets that from me, thank God, because her mother is a fucking flake. Pretty as all hell, but definitely missing a few marbles.

Years went by, and the year before Bella came back to live with me because Renee and Phil had to travel for his job, the Cullens moved into town. Once I shook Carlisle and Esme's hands when they were introduced to me, I knew that they were the vampires that Billy told me about years ago. Then, I overheard Billy and Harry talking about the Cullens and I put two and two together. Of course, my worst nightmare happened when Bella started dating that schmuck, Edward. She started lying to me and weird shit happened like when she was critically injured in Phoenix. Now that I know the truth about Edward, and what he wants, I planned on killing him and that fake ass midget, Alice. I didn't tell the kids, but the real reason why I want to become a vampire is so that I can kill the two fuckers and be on a level playing field. No one messes with my kid, and I'm going to fuck those two up so that they never walk on this earth again.

Angela and Victoria had moved Patty upstairs to a bedroom. This had to be the hugest, most kick ass house that I'd ever been in. Carlisle explained that Peter was extremely well off, but that Jasper was the wealthiest of the bunch. He had money to begin with as a human, and after he became a vampire, he acquired more assets when he and Peter went back to Texas to assassinate their sire, a sadistic female named Maria. They split her assets between the two of them and the two became wealthier than all hell. That was about ten years ago. Peter held onto Jasper's assets for him because he knew that his greedy wife Alice would take everything from him if she knew about it.

"Wait a minute? If Peter and Jasper are so wealthy, how come they were working with the girls?" I asked, Carlisle.

Carlisle explained to me about the ins and outs of mating, then. Apparently, the girls were stuck to the boys because of the pain of the mating pull. He said that Edward definitely was not Bella's mate, but that Jasper is. He also explained that the pain would subside once the girls were marked by the boys, but that it couldn't be done while they were human.

"Carlisle, how old are you, really? You look way too young to be in your thirties."

"I'm only twenty-three. I was changed in 1663 in London."

"Damn, you're old."

"Ah, he might be, but my Victoria is even older. She was changed in 1574 in London at the age of twenty-four," Laurent said.

"I had no idea that she was British. She hides her accent so well," Carlisle stated.

"Yes, well she is roughly two hundred years older than you are. She's had more practice."

"What about you, Laurent. When were you changed?"

"I was changed in 1740 when I was forty years old. I'm a middle aged French fucker."

"Nah, forty isn't middle aged. Patty and I are both forty-two. She and I both had our girls when we were only nineteen. We were too young to be parents."

"But you managed to raise them and you did a fine job at that. I won't feel so old anymore with you around, Charlie. It's not easy being surrounded by these young kids all of the time."

"I feel your pain," I chuckled. "But you're a cradle robber, aren't ya? Your wife is only twenty-four."

"Yes, I'm lucky."

"So, how old are Jasper, Emmett, and Peter?" I asked Carlisle.

"Emmett is twenty. He was changed in 1935 by me. He comes from Gaitlinburg, Tennessee. Peter is from Texas, changed in 1871 at the age of twenty-seven. Jasper is twenty, changed in 1864. His family were prominent plantation owners in Texas, he was also a Major in the Civil War for the Confederate Army. Peter was a Captain in the Navy."

"No kidding? I participate in Civil War Re-enactments. It's my hobby. That's why Bella has such a huge interest in history. If I didn't knock Renee up at such a young age, I would have gone to college and majored in history."

"Really?" Carlisle nodded his head. "You are a fascinating man, Charlie Swan. I'm glad that I can finally get to know you in earnest."

"Same here, doc. Now why don't you tell me how we're going to stage the car accident and turn me into a vampire."

Just then, their doorbell rang. A gorgeous, petite blonde woman with huge ass titties walked in with a

tall brown haired man. The woman approached me, stuck her nose in my neck, and took a deep breath. It was fine with me because I got to have her tits shoved in my face.

"Mmm...you smell delicious, sugar." she drawled. "Like strawberries and honey. My name is Charlotte Whitlock, this is my mate Garrett. And who might you be?"

"I'm Charlie Swan."

"Charlie Swan. Oh you must be related to Jasper's little kitten, Bella. You smell similar to her. She smells like strawberries and cream."

"Interesting. She's my daughter."

"Oh, now, you look too young to have a fully grown daughter."

"I was nineteen when she was born."

"Well, now that explains it. What brings you to these parts, sugar?"

"Charlotte, I called you and Garrett because his wife is changing and Charlie would like to be transformed as well. Angela is still in her newborn stage, and I'm not so sure if Laurent, Victoria, and I can handle three newborns at once. Laurent and Victoria don't have experience with newborns," Carlisle explained.

"You must be Laurent. I'm Charlotte, this is Garrett."

"A pleasure, madame."

"Ooh! French. Okay, now take me to Charlie's wife. Let me see what we're working with."

We all walked upstairs to where Patty was transforming. She was screaming in pain. Victoria was holding her in her arms while Angela dabbed her forehead with a cool washcloth. She was sweating like a pig and writhing in agony.

"When was the initial bite?" Garrett asked.

"About twenty-six hours ago," Vicky stated. "It was my fault, I s...s...slipped."

"I told you not to worry about it, Vicky. It was an accident pure and simple."

"So, she has roughly two more days to go." Charlotte pursed her lips and looked between me and my wife. "Oh good, you're mates. That'll make things a lot easier once you're changed. You wouldn't want to be changed and find out that your wife's not your mate later. That would suck the big one."

"I didn't realize that was a possibility."

"I'm sure you didn't, vampirism is complex. Now, if you have a dick, get out of the room. I need to strip this poor lady naked before she turns into a giant roast. Why you men think that women need to be covered up during their change, I have no idea. Oh, and Carlisle, you and the boys take Charlie out for one final night as a human. You'll need to change him tomorrow night."

"That's a good idea. I should take a quick nap. I've been up all night, though."

Carlisle led me to a bedroom on the other side of the house so I could get some rest. Three hours later, I felt completely refreshed. It was only about two in the afternoon.

"So, what are we going to do?"

"We're going out, Charlie," Garrett said. "Now come with us."

I settled my ass into a huge ass Dodge Ram truck. "Is this your truck?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"It's nice. I like it. It's way better than my wife's minivan. This is a man's truck. When you're driving a minivan, you have to imagine that you're driving a truck. Then you look in the rearview mirror, see all of the seats, and all of your man hopes are shattered."

Carlisle and Garrett started laughing. Laurent didn't seem to understand. "I really have to learn how to drive," he sighed.

We drove out of the huge gated estate then Carlisle told me that we were going to Las Vegas. It was only three hours away—two at vampire speed.

"Vampire speed? What's that?" I asked.

I had my answer as soon as Garrett floored his truck and kept it at a steady 110 miles per hour to Las Vegas without losing control.

"You do realize that I would have pulled you over if you were in Forks. I've pulled Carlisle over four times for speeding."

"That's right, you did," he chuckled. I paid all of my fines, though. You do realize, Charlie, that for some reason, you were the only cop that we were never able to get past."

"Damn skippy."

We arrived in Las Vegas an hour and fifty minutes later.

"So, what do you want to do tonight, Charlie. This is your night."

What did I want to do? Hmm... "I want to gamble away five thousand bucks, I want to drink like a fish, I want to see some titties, then I want you to change me before I wake up with a hangover. Oh, and I want to eat steak."

"Casinos, steak, liquor, and tits it is," Carlisle chuckled. "Let's do this men."

Garrett pulled into an underground garage at Caesar's Palace. We started with the casino there. I pulled out five grand from my bank and gambled it all in one go at the roulette table. I placed my bet on red number 7, and, lo and behold, I won. I was at ten grand now. I kept going seven more times until I got to one million two-hundred eighty-thousand bucks. Thank God I wasn't drunk yet because I stopped then, cashed in my chips, and took my new found wealth with me. I'd need that if I'm going to be a vampire.

"Carlisle, hang onto this check for me. I don't want to lose it tonight."

"No problem, Charlie, looks like tonight's your lucky night."

We went to a steakhouse called Del Frisco's next. The manager took one look at Carlisle and freaked out. "Carlisle, what's with that manager? He seems kind of shocked to see you."

"We came here with Bella and..."

"Say no more, she scared the hell out of him, didn't she?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, trust me. I've been there. It's not a pretty sight."

"No, definitely not."

I'll tell you one thing, though. I had the most perfectly cooked, medium rare porterhouse steak in the world brought out to me by the chef himself. Bella must have put this guy through the wringer.

"So, Garrett, tell me about yourself," I said to make conversation. "Where are you from?"

"Originally, I'm from Boston. I was changed in 1780 at the age of twenty-five."

"So did you fight in the American Revolution?"

"Yes, I did."

"No kidding. Awesome!"

"I like participating in war re-enactments. Do you want to go sometime?"

"Sure, it sounds like fun."

We went to a bar where they were holding a wet t-shirt contest next. I was drunker than drunk and acting like a fool. Thankfully, Carlisle, Laurent, and Garrett were drunk along with me. The guys kept downing bottles of whiskey. When they finally hosed the girls down, the four of us stood up on our table and started cheering. Laurent stomped his foot so hard that the table splintered and cracked beneath us. We were thrown out of the bar after that.

We decided to walk along the strip and let some of the alcohol wear off. An hour later, a cop pulled over and ran into a McDonald's probably to grab a quick dinner or take a piss.

"The fucking idiot left his engine running. We've got to teach him a lesson guys."

"If you say so, Charlie."

We climbed inside and I started driving.

"Charlie, we just stole a cop car," Garrett said in realization.

"Hey, that guy isn't a cop. No cop leaves his keys inside with his engine running. I'm a cop."

Twenty minutes later, I heard an APB go out for the car that we were in. Since it was the last night of my life anyway, I decided to fuck around a little bit.

There was a silver Volvo in front of me like the one that little shit, Edward, used to drive. I pointed the radar gun at it then smiled. I turned the lights and siren on. The Volvo immediately pulled over to the side of the road. I saw that the cop left his uniform jacket in the patrol car so I put it on and zipped it all the way up. I got out and walked to the Volvo.

"License and registration," I demanded from the kid driving his parents' Volvo.

"Sir, I don't know what I did wrong, I..."

"I said, license and registration. Did I say that you could argue with me?"

"N...No sir." He reached into his dashboard, pulled out his registration, and handed me his driver's license from his wallet.

I walked back into the cop car for a minute, the guys were all staring at me like I was nuts. I returned to the Volvo and ordered the kid to get out of the car and lay face down on the pavement. I cuffed him using my handcuffs that I always carry, and pretended to search his car. I un-cuffed him a couple of minutes later, then had him get back into the car. By now, he was shaking.

"I pulled you over because you were going thirty-six miles in a thirty-five mile per hour zone. I'm gonna be nice and let you off with a warning this time, but remember this, I don't give second chances."

"Yes, officer, thank you."

I scowled at the kid one last time and made my way back to the cop car. Carlisle, Garrett, and Laurent started howling like banshees.

"You've probably scarred that kid for life," Garrett noted.

"I know, right," I chuckled.

Another APB was sent out from dispatch looking for our stolen cop car.

"Hey, Charlie, we've got to ditch the cop car," Carlisle stated.

"Yeah, I know, but if we're gonna ditch it, I'm gonna need your help."

I pulled away from the curb and passed the Volvo at top speed. Ten minutes later, I had driven the car to where they were least likely to be looking for it—the police station. The place was completely deserted with all available police looking for the stolen cruiser. The idiots never think about the GPS units installed in the car. Why? I have no idea.

We got out of the car and I had my three vampire buddies carefully place the car up on the roof. Before they did that, I jotted a quick note that read, "Next time, don't leave the engine running, you fool."

After that, I climbed onto Carlisle's back and we took off running back to the casino. We drank some more at some swanky hotel lounge located in front of a pool and went skinny dipping after we were good and drunk; got thrown out of another bar; drank a little more, then made our way back to Arizona. I rode on Laurent's back this time. Garrett had to leave his truck because he was too drunk to drive, but he told me not to worry about it because Las Vegas was only a forty minute run. Cool.

When we got back to the house, Carlisle asked if I had any last requests so I asked for some chocolate chip ice cream and an ice cold Heineken. He ran to a mini-mart and brought me back both.

While I was eating my ice cream, I decided to have a bit more fun. I made a drunk phone call to my ex-wife, Renee, because I felt like harassing her.

"Renee?"

"Charlie, it's four in the morning, what the hell do you want."

"I miss you," I lied. "I want you to come back."

"Charlie, you're married, I'm married, we've moved on with our lives."

"Let's get back together, baby. We'll raise our little princess together. Just you and me."

"Charlie, our little princess has just graduated from college. I would have gone to her graduation, if Phil didn't have his traveling to do for baseball."

Well, that plain pissed me off. The bitch was so selfish that she didn't give a shit about Bella anymore, now that she had her new, young husband. Time to get serious.

"You know something, Renee. You've got to be one of the most selfish bitches on earth. You met Phil, fell in love, and got married. You realized that Bella was in the way so you sent her to me, then proceeded to forget all about her. You didn't show up to her high school or college graduations claiming you were busy because of Phil. Well, those were once in a lifetime events in Bella's life, Renee, and you missed them. And what about the time she was nearly date raped a couple of years ago? She was really shaken up and she wanted her mother, but you were too damn busy with Phil to show up. At least, I can safely say that I was there for Bella when she needed me the most and to celebrate her achievements."

"How dare you wake me up at four in the morning and started bitching to me about my way of parenting! Are you really that jealous of me and Phil?"

I laughed out loud. "You'll never understand, Renee. You're so damn selfish that you think that everything is always about you. I'm through talking to you. Have a good life and good riddance." I ended the call before she could say anything to me, satisfied that I had just given my ex-wife the dress down that she should have gotten years ago.

A few minutes later, I called Bella, and told her that I loved her. She said that she loved me, too, and that she'd talk to me when I woke up to my new life. She also thanked me for being the best dad in the world. After that, I took a long soak in the tub, then had my last beer. As soon as I was done I felt a pinch in my neck. I fell fast asleep after that.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Well, do you like Papa Swan? He sure went out with a bang, didn't he? And he told Renee off to boot. What did you think of his real reason for wanting to be changed? Oh, and don't worry, he knows to give the girls space, heck, he needs more personal space than anyone. Let me know your thoughts and I promise to reply. XOXO mama4dukes