A/N: Ah! Thank you for all the lovely reviews so far! I love to read them and know what you all think. I do feel as though I'm dragging this story out a bit now :/ I have suffered from sever writers block, I just hope it doesn't show in this chapter. I have been trying my damn hardest to get at least two chapters out today, as a few people have requested just that. I love to read other people's fanfic on the famous Aarson, so get writing people! I can't wait to read more stories I've been continuously refreshing the page incase a sneaky update or new story has appeared without me noticing, it's been a slow day today. *sighs* Anyway, enjoy!

Monday morning Aaron woke up to find himself alone in the house, alone with Freddie. Paddy and Rhona were on call out at a dairy farm down the road, Hazel was at work in the café and Jackson was no where to be seen. But Freddie was crying in the next room, screeching his lungs out. As soon as he found his phone in the pocket of his discarded jeans on the floor he dialed Jackson's number.

"Jackson where are you?" Aaron demanded panic rising in his voice.

"I'm just down the road at Home Farm. Declan might have some more jobs for me." Jackson explained to him.

"When you coming back?" Aaron asked rubbing his free hand over his head.

"A while as yet. why? - Is that Freddie I can hear?"

"Yeah, I don't kno-." Aaron began.

"-Just give him his bottle, he might just want a cuddle. I gotta go now, bye." Jackson said before hanging up rather abruptly.

"Jackson . . .!" Aaron cried out as he herd the dial tone click in.

Great, Aaron thought sarcastically. He really would have to face his demons head on.

Freddie was in fact screaming his lungs out in the nursery. Tear's streaked down his red tinted face as he flung his balled fists and legs around.

"Hey. . . Shhh." Aaron soothed softly leaning into the cot to pick him up and hold him close to his chest.

As he waited for the bottle to heat up in the microwave, he rocked Freddie backwards and forwards hoping it would have some affect on the crying baby.

"Shhh. . .please." Aaron muttered to him, close to pleading. "Please. . . be quiet."

As soon as the bottle was heated he tried to feed Freddie, doing exactly what Jackson done. He'd only fed Freddie a couple of times and both times had been under careful watch of a nurse or Chas, now it was just him. He was scared that he would choke or he wasn't doing it right. Freddie refused the bottle and continued to wail.

After the seventh time that Freddie refused the bottle, Aaron slammed the bottle down on the countertop and rubbed his spare hand over his head again. He was growing frustrated and stressed. He couldn't stop Freddie from crying. Why did Jackson have to leave him alone? Pulling his phone out of his pocket he called the one person he knew who could help him.

"Mum, can you come over please? . . . Yeah. . . Thanks, bye." Aaron said down the phone before hanging up.

When Chas walked up the pathway to Smithy Cottage's front door, all she could hear was Freddie crying. She'd herd him on the phone and both her boys sounded distressed. When she entered the house Aaron was sat at the kitchen table head in one hand as he pushed the stroller with his other, trying to rock Freddie to sleep.

"Go upstairs and have a shower. I'll take care down here for a bit." Chas said, easing Aaron's grip from the stroller and guiding him towards the stairs.

Gratefully Aaron did as he was told and allowed Chas to do what mothers do, care for their children.

By the time he came downstairs again, fresh from the shower, Chas had fed Freddie and put him to sleep and made time to make Aaron a bacon sandwich.

"Here you go love." Chas said pulling out a chair at the kitchen table. "I can stay until Jackson comes back if you want."

"Please. . ." Aaron said leaving the sentence unfinished.

"Sure." Chas assured him. "Anyway, tuck in and I'll make you a cuppa."

Jackson got back to Smithy Cottage just before lunch time, in a cheery mood having just booked himself half a year's worth of work. Chas cornered him in the kitchen before he even got the chance to say 'hello' to Aaron or Freddie.

"Jackson, could I have a quiet word?" Chas asked, giving him no option but to as she had him cornered in the kitchen.

"Yeah sure, what's it about?" Jackson asked all ears as he leant against the countertop.

"How's Aaron been with Freddie recently?" Chas asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Fine, why?" Jackson answered a bit bewildered.

"No, seriously. Honestly tell me how he's been." Chas pushed.

". . . He's not overly excited about him, but it's Aaron so . . ." Jackson said slowly, before it triggered.

"I think he might have the baby blues." Chas told him quietly so her son wouldn't hear in the next room. "He called me up today nearly in tears, I came over and he's at his wits end, pushing a screaming Freddie back and forth in his stroller."

Jackson seemed at loss for words. He's suspected as much, but to have the words confirmed by somebody else brought it home. "How are we. . .What do we do then?"

"Just . . . I don't know. Be there for him." Chas breathed. "Go through and see him. I'll bring us some tea through."

"Freddie?" Jackson asked, hesitating at the lounge door.

"Upstairs, asleep." Chas said, tapping the baby monitor on the kitchen countertop.

Jackson gave a simple nod before going into the lounge to see Aaron.

He was sprawled out on the sofa, staring at the TV. If he was actually watching the TV program was anyone's guess, but he continued to stare at it even when Jackson sat down next to him. It took Jackson putting an arm around his shoulders and resting his head on his arm to get his attention.

"Alright." Jackson greeted smiling at him.

"I guess mum told you what a failure I was." Aaron muttered.

"No one said you were a failure, you just needed a bit of help." Jackson corrected him. "Me and your mum have been talking and we think . . . we think you've got postnatal depression, Aaron."

"What?"

"Baby blues. Its okay, most people get it. It's just you're gonna need our support to help you get through it." Jackson assured him. "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you before, but I am now."

So he wasn't a failure? He wasn't the world's worst dad. There was a reason to why he had been feeling like he had. And Jackson wasn't angry with him, annoyed that he found it hard to welcome Freddie.

"I don't wanna feel like this . . . not anymore." Aaron admitted to Jackson, his eyes wide with fear no longer trying to cover up what he was feeling.

"And you don't have to." Jackson soothed, pulling Aaron into a fierce embrace. "We can get through this."