Bella brought her son Edward Jr at the restaurant today.

She hides him in the kitchen, under one of the sinks where Jane won't be able to see him.

But I think she knows.

It's not the first time she does that. It's just easier now that he's 4 because he doesn't cry or wander around like he used to.

Her situation saddens me. She had her son at 17 and her parents threw her out while she was still pregnant. And from what I've gathered, there is no father in the picture.

When I take the garbage out, you are here looking all apologetic.

It's been days since I last saw you.

"I'm sorry." You say when I go back in the restaurant kitchen.

"What for?"

"I don't know."

"Sometimes Jasper, sorry isn't enough. I thought I would never see you again."

"Who are you talking to?" Edward Jr's head pokes out from under the sink, his mouth full of pizza.

"No one."

"You're weird." He says still watching me with his wide green eyes.

I can only smile. He is cute but I'll never want one.