A/N: Chapter 21 is here, Finally! Enjoy. Thinking of time skipping a year to when Jay and Lee have a second set of twins then to when the boys and their siblings are older once everyone/thing gets sorted out.

Jasper POV
Day 2 of Embry, Seth and Harry's Vacation

The boys woke at their usual time at 8:30 in the morning excited to play with their guests. They helped me pick out their clothes for today; something that they enjoyed doing since they were old enough to understand human speech outside their twin speak. Both talked to each other in their preferred language, known as 'Moo-sa', and agreed on both wearing the dark jeans I held up for them, as well as tees, yellow for Macon and blue for Mason. After that, they were out of the room almost immediately, moving almost as fast as I do. They just learned it about two weeks ago, after watching me move between my car and the front porch, unloading things for the house.

Macon had, as usual, been the first to attempt it, running from their place among the front trees to the car and back to his brother. Macon managed to get it after about a dozen tries, flashing to his brother and nearly colliding with a tree in attempt not to hit is brother. Mason laughed at his brother quietly as I walked over to see what was up.

I smile at the thought of them as I made my way downstairs, intent on seeing what was up. I can hear Leah in our in-suite bathroom, getting ready, as well as Embry and Seth in their rooms and Harry up, downstairs. "Granpa Hi," I hear the boys greet. I walk into the kitchen to see Harry at the kitchen table with the boys on his lap.

"Mornin' Harry," I greet as I put turn on the stainless steel restaurant style range, planning on making everyone something. I also set the oven to 'LO' to keep waiting food warm. This is one of the newer restorations I had put into the house, knowing that Leah would like to cater to those she still talks to. It's nice, large and open, painted a nice teacup yellow with red boarders, oak cabinets stained a deep red, the original stone floors and an island with a shiny granite top. The island hosts four chairs, two on the one side, and two on opposite sides, as well as a sink and storage.

"Hey, Jay," Harry nods, "The boys get up pretty early."

I shrug as I open the fridge, eyeing the eggs and milk, "They always were pretty solid about sleeping. They slept through the night since they were a week and a half. I think it's the vampire part in them, though Macon seems to have more resistance about sleeping than Mason. He probably has more vampire in him."

"That could be," Harry agrees, bouncing the boys a little on his knees.

"Want some coffee, Harry," I ask, knowing that Leah loves her coffee in the morning to help her keep up with the boys.

"You bet your vampire butt I do," Harry chuckles, "I need all the energy I can get to hang with my favorite grandsons."

"Coffee it is," I laugh, "Leah likes her's as strong as strong and black as Muhammad Ali, you?"

"Yes'sir," Harry nods, "Can't quite remember anyone putting coffee into the boxing ring before."

"Sorry," I shrug, "Sometimes I say things that aren't quite politically correct, being raised in Texas in the 1700's. I sometimes say things that would be unthinkable now because that's just how I was raised and they slip."

"I think I can understand," Harry approves, knowing it's not intentional or anything, I was raised in a different time. That and I mean, hey, I'm with his daughter, who's clearly not white.

"Good," I smile, "'cuz I like you." I set up a pot to broil and get working on making food. I plan on making eggs, bacon, hash browns, pancakes, sausage and cutting up fruit for the boys and Leah. Running a quick hand by the side of the stove top, I feel it's hot enough to start cooking on, layering a non-stick spray before starting on the eggs. Pulling the carton of eggs closer, I open two at a time and place them on the stove side by side, making a grid of four by four cooking eggs, placing strips of hickory smoke bacon next to them in a similar grid. I turn to the island behind me and started working on the pancakes, stirring up the mix in a medium sized glass cooking bowl. After pouring out some good shaped pancakes, I check over the eggs and bacon, shuffling the eggs onto a large serving plate and place them in the oven.

The coffee finished brewing, allowing me to pour some into a large and red china mug, bringing it over to Harry to drink. "Good man," Harry chuckles as he brings the cup to his mouth for a quick inhale, for it's still too hot for him to drink. "Smells good," Harry notes as he puts it down on the kitchen table, just out of reach of the boys, who are playing some kind of hand slap game they made up. I pour them both cups of blood mixed with orange juice into

"Local guy grows them," I inform Harry, "I gave him some work cleaning around the yard with me, so I get it for free. That and I'm sure he thinks I'm a Hoodoo spirit."

I add some more eggs and place the done bacon on a paper towel to wipe away the excess oil. I flipped the pancakes over and smiled as the tops are colored a light brown. I took a couple of the cooking eggs and flipped them over, intent on not breaking the yolk. Leah likes them smashed between an English Muffin with ham, tomato and cheese. Speaking of which, I pull out the plastic roll containing the English muffins and popped two into the four slice toaster to get ready for Leah. I brought out the thick sliced ham and placed a couple in the area where the bacon was cooking, to add flavor. The ham sizzles in the oil as it cooks.

Embry and Seth come in just as I put out the pans of food out on the island, smiling at the smells, "Smells good," Seth greets.

"Thanks," I nod, pulling out some of the daily plates and silverware and placed them in a group on the island. I pull out some glasses and a pair of mugs, as well as opening the fridge, pulling out the juice, tea, and some half and half for coffee."Help yourselves," I reply as I put the rest of the cooling food on the pans.

Leah joined us just as I finished her morning sandwiches, smiling and beautiful in a pair of tan shorts, blue tee and sandals. "Hey Jay," She greets as the pecks my lips.

"Mornin' Lee," I greet, handing Leah her plate.

"You know me so well," She winks, taking the plate from me, filling it with bacon and some pancakes.

"You know," Seth states in a joking manner, "This is pretty good, for a leech."

I chuckle a little, "Well, I woke up this morning and saw that I was out of blood so I was forced to put something together." With that, the others chuckled lightly.

A/N: Decided to do a little get together to show some family dynamics that are forming and the like. Didn't mean to be inadvertently racist or anything about Jasper's coffee analogy. Remember, Jasper's a good ole Southern boy who fought for the South, which still advocated slavery in his time.