A/N..

I don't own these boys, SM does. But they do let me fuck with their heads from time to time.

I want to thank everyone who reads and reviews you guys are amazing. I'm humbled really I am.

And as always my wonderful Beta Deβra Anne, have to thank her, she rocks, she puts up with my crap on a daily bases and still comes back for more.

I want to give a big thank you to Prassacut author of Roads And Musicmovesmypen author of Tell Me What You Want. They both took the time to listen to me whine over parts of this chapter and for that I'll be forever thankful...If you haven't read either please do so now, you don't know what your missing.

This chapter was a hard one, I knew some off you wanted it to go one way. But Jasper had other idea's and as per I listened.

So when you leave your reviews, which I hope you still feel the need too, I'll be the one hiding behind the couch until the smoke clears.

Now lets go find out what Jasper and Edward Hale-Cullen have been up too:

As we exit the forest, I glance at Edward nervously, concerned with the fact that now that we're back in the so-called real world and not locked away in our little make-believe cocoon, he would shut down and retreat back into himself.

But the boy looks refreshed in a way, maybe a little lighter than before, making me feel a little smug. That's the power of the blow job baby. Even if I do say so myself, I can suck a really mean cock when I put my mind to it. But as I continue to stare, I do notice the tension in his stance. Who's he think he's kidding? The boy ain't fooling anyone really, especially me. He still has his furrowed brow and guarded eyes. So I make a mental note reminding myself to still tread carefully around him and give him time.

Not that I'm expecting my awesome skills of giving head to solve all the world's fucking problems. Shit! If that were the case, I'd be running this God damn country and I'd be on my God damn knees daily. But I at least thought that he would be a little happier and somewhat giddy. God knows I would be, but as I mentioned earlier, these days, if the wind blows wrong I'm ready. Really fucking ready!

And then I look closer and inspect a little deeper, and I can see it, I can make it out, a glimmer of his old spark is back, dancing behind his glorious green eyes. There's a new flush on his delicate cheeks and a pink plumpness to his beautiful pouty lips.

As he returns my gaze, he smiles widely, though still a little shyly. But what has piqued my interest and concerns me the most, is the fact that his eyes nervously dart between me and his shoes like he's embarrassed as he kicks restlessly at the stony ground.

What the fuck's he got to be embarrassed about?

Not wanting to give him the opportunity to shut down on me again, I step up toe to toe with him. My breath fans his glorious face, making his eyes flutter anxiously. His brow begins to smoothe as his chest heaves profoundly under a still somewhat damp t-shirt.

I watch mesmerized; my stare unable to leave his beautiful face. His eyes close slowly once more, and thick, heavy lashes fan lightly over high flushed cheekbones as they dance slightly, the midday sun brushing them, making each one glisten under its rays. His nostrils flare smoothly, allowing him to inhale soft, deep breaths. Plump lips part, enabling his pink tongue to roll seductively over the bottom one, moistening it before it retreats languidly back between beautiful, straight white teeth.

And as I watch in awe and wonder, swallowing hard, taking in his beauty, I try my best to constrain my impulse to devour him where he stands. My head spins as my cock swells, twitching frantically in my now tight as all hell jeans. I really don't know how much more I can take. My God damn body wants to explode with fucking need and want. I'm unable to pay any fucking mind to the God damn consequences or the aftermath that would follow if I dared to go a step further. But I'm pulled up short as his forest greens capture my vivid blues, making my body shudder with its new-found recognition.

Our eyes maintain contact as I feel his hand slip strong and slow around my waist, his lean fingers tuck into the back pocket of my jeans as he cups my butt cheek, pulling me to him. Feeling his heat makes my pulse pound rapidly under my skin. My body tingles in anticipation as his fingernails scratch, intensely clawing in their denim sleeve.

Placing my palm on his cheek, cradling his face, my finger swipes a loose strand of hair attempting to block the view of his forest greens. I sigh acutely as my wondrous boy leans tenderly into my gentle touch. The loving motion causes my eyes to impulsively flutter closed. I inhale deeply through my nose, trying to will myself to stand strong, hoping to obtain the strength needed to rein in my lust and desire, fighting like all hell to gain some self-control, not wanting to cause my boy any unnecessary distress, just needing to express my love.

"Edward, babe, you still want to continue, right? You OK? We can go home if you want; if you'd really really need to."

His eyes dart between mine, as he contemplates an answer. I wait patiently in silence. I want him to come to his own conclusion, wanting him to understand that he has a choice and that he won't be pressured. But that doesn't stop me from hoping to all hell that he makes the right one, fucking praying to all that will listen that he wants this. He can't be forced, and I understand that. But shit! I'm just saying a little persuading never hurt anybody! Right?

His face brightens as he smiles widely with damp, unsure eyes. He glances tenderly at my weary expression. All the while, his other hand reaches over, running slim fingers softly through my dewy curls, tugging when they come to rest at the nape of my neck, pulling my mouth towards his soft lips.

But believe me when I tell ya, it doesn't go unnoticed, cause the fucking sight makes my chest tighten beyond pain. I watch helplessly as he tenses and shivers, anxiously anticipating his next action, his bottom lip quivering slightly.

He shockingly places a soft hot kiss upon my awaiting pout.

His tongue glides seductively over the swollen rim off my bottom lip as his teeth nip gently.

Fuck! Don't the boy know I'm weak right now? Weak I tell ya! The shudder starts at my toes and tingles over my thighs. My butt puckers nervously as the sensation lands smack damn between my fucking legs, making my balls hurt so God damn bad, causing a husky groan to rumble deep in my throat. And it takes all that I have not to pounce.

Mama naked! Mama naked! Fuck! Please Mama naked. I smile warily as my body starts to flush with a light sweat. I blink rapidly, reining in my lust.

He leans back panting a little, his eyes pooled with moisture. Sighing deeply, he gingerly answers, "We should continue on, babe. The change will do us good. Don't you think?"

Licking my lips, unable to breathe properly, my only response is to nod.

You bet your ass it'll do some God damn good. Fuck! I'm such a douche. I mentally kick myself for being so weak.

Climbing back on the bike, my body trembles. I can feel the tension rolling off me as we head out again.

Really don't know how much more of this I can take - it's been so fucking long. It might be a few weeks to you guys, but you have to understand weeks are like dog years to a sex-starved gay man.

He wraps himself around me even tighter this time. His hot breath flies up under my helmet, making me shiver as my hair dampens from the sweat on my neck.

Fuck! Don't know how long I can hold on. Does he know what he's doing to me here? I'm dying, fucking dying.

I'm not sure if it's my imagination or just wishful thinking on my part, but I swear, as we ride, he's leisurely grinding his hard cock up into the crack of my ass on purpose. The sensation makes me shiver with lust. It's not as if it's all gentle-like, the boy is as subtle as a fucking brick. He's acting like he's fucking hungry right now, and I don't mean in a cookies and milk kinda way either. Trying my best to concentrate on my driving, but finding it hard to do so, it takes all I have to take my mind off what I thought was happening and keep my eyes on the road.

But fuck I can't concentrate. My mind is constantly reeling. All I can feel is him rolling his hips up on me. All I can think about are his hips rolling up on me. And to make things worse, the fucker now has his hands up under my jacket, his palms wandering my chest, his fingertips connecting with my nipple rings under my damp t-shirt. And the little shit is trying his best to be all nonchalant about it. Fucker!

Thank God for the roar of the engine, cause I'm groaning and moaning like a fucking mad man. And with every duck and wave that I make within the traffic, my head spins as my blood pounds in my veins. My heart soars with happiness and amazement, but I'm still a little nervous that my lust will take over, and I won't be able to control myself around him. So I keep up my chanting and prayers. Mama naked! Mama naked! Oh please, baby Jesus, Mama naked!

It takes us roughly two hours to drive to get to where we have to be - even though it feels like fucking forever for me, cause Edward is relentless. The ass that he is keeps up his teasing shit the whole God damn way. The only release I get was when we stop for bathroom breaks, and it takes all I had not to run off and leave his sorry ass stranded on the side of the road. It wouldn't be the first time I've had to think about that over the years. I've threatened him a few times. But I just needed to get my poor self some relief.

And each time I even dare to glance in his direction, I swear the cocky fucker's smirking to himself. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing my boy get his nasty on and be his playful self, but have some mercy. Give a guy a heads-up. Let me know up front that I'm able to reciprocate. Don't just leave me hanging and hard. But by the look on his God damn face, he's enjoying every fucking minute of his teasing. Fucker!

The bed and breakfast was settled in a quite comfortable neighborhood with a lake as a backdrop. Long midday walks would be a wonderful relaxing thing to do here, maybe before or after dinner. But as I'm pulling up the long driveway, finding a parking spot easily, my mindset changes.

Maybe Edward's got other things in mind. Maybe this whole God damn road trip will turn out better than I thought?

Taking our bag as I watch Edward glance eagerly around our surroundings, the evening air brushing his fucked up locks in all directions, his skin still flushed and smooth, I exhale deeply as I adjust my aching cock - Bastard! - before slipping my fingers to entwine with his as we head for the front door of this old craftsman style cottage. Every light is on like a beacon guiding us in as every window welcomes you into its warmth and serenity.

As we enter the reception area, we are greeted somewhat wearily and hurriedly by a short, plump lady, maybe in her late fifties, early sixties, with light gray hair. Her eyes dart frantically between Edward and me, taking long, lingering looks at our clasped hands before returning her stare to our confused gaze. Fuck! Please don't let this get out of hand. This would not be the time to drop kick a little old fucking lady into the nearby lake for being a closed-minded bigot.

Edward squeezes my hand nervously as I turn and smile at him with a wink, telling him silently, I got this.

Reaching out my other hand, not letting Edward's grasp leave my firm grip, I smile widely, and yeah, people, you got it. The infamous Hale-Cullen smirk, dimples and all, baby, dimples and all, come out to play as my eyes match her darting glimpses. And as she nervously gives us a returning small smile, she heads back behind the counter before reaching to meet my awaiting hand. I guess she thought we were going to mug her or something. Cause fuck, we all know that that's what we gay men are famous for - mugging little old fucking ladies. It's how we roll. Fuck!

"Mrs Sweeney, I presume." I smile wide and shake firmly. No wimpy ass gay boy here, baby! All man, I tell ya! All man! Just ask my husband.'

"That would be me," she replies in a hushed, nervous whisper, with a slight accent I couldn't really make out. I want to laugh out loud - Am I really that intimidating? - not able to wrap my head around the idea.

She takes my hand with a soft but firm hold, her swollen, fat fingers engulfing my slender ones. As we shake for what I'm thinking is a little too long to be socially acceptable, her smile becomes a little more genuine. Her brows rise, eyes still darting between Edward and me. "I called this morning and made reservations. Jasper, Jasper Hale-Cullen." Pulling her hand from my grip, she licks her finger, and lightly fingers the pages of a book on the counter in front of her.

"Yes yes yes. Here it is, Jasper Hale-Cullen. Hmmmm, let me see. Queen-size bed and fireplace." As she turns her back to us, examining a wall of little boxes and hanging keys, Edward squeezes my hand again gently, as I feel him slump slightly into my body. Hurry the hell up, Mrs. Sweeney, or the boy's sleeping where he falls. Returning her attention to us, she gleefully announces, "Here we go," as she makes her wobbly way around the counter.

"Follow me, boys. I'm showing you to the Cascade Room. I hope you like it. It holds everything you requested, Mr Hale-Cullen." She glances over her shoulder. I eye her questioningly before catching her drift. "Jasper, Mrs Sweeney. Please, call me Jasper, and this is my husband, Edward. Edward Hale-Cullen." I step aside, placing my hand on Edward's lower back, giving him a chance to extend his hand to her awaiting one.

As she waddles her way up the stairs in front of us, I can't help but snicker and nudge Edward, as he stares over sternly, nudging me hard back. Fucker! I mouth him silently, "What?"

He laughs out loud, the sound making me smile even wider. Bringing my hand to his lips, he kisses them gently before smirking at me. "What are you, hon, four?" And we both laugh loudly, making Mrs. Sweeney turn to give us a stern look before giggling to herself.

As she unlocks the door shakily, she steps aside, enabling us to enter. "Enjoy, boys." We make our way into the bedroom, where the huge queen-size bed takes center stage. It sits high off the ground, covered in a deep navy blue comforter, but what's making it pop is the heavy deep shade of red that's painted on the walls. The color envelopes the room in warmth and comfort. As we glance around, Mrs. Sweeney busies herself wandering between us. turning on bedside lamps and straightening pillows. To our right is a beautiful red and beige tiled gas fireplace with a large TV mounted on the wall above it, and to the side is an extra large, beige colored, overstuffed armchair, giving the space a homey feel.

As she pushes by us, excusing herself, she opens a door and turns on an overhead light. "This is the bathroom, and as you requested, Mr Ha… I mean Jasper," she smiles, her eyes sparkling with familiarity, "a claw-foot jetted tub.

Edward pulls me to him, his face buried in my shoulder as I hear his muffled plea, "Oh God, please Jaspeeeeeeer…"

I smile knowingly to myself before returning his tender gesture with a gentle kiss to his fucked up hair.

Mrs. Sweeney excuses herself again before she retreats backwards into the hallway, closing the door with a gentle click.

After removing my jacket and hanging it behind the door, I tend to the unpacking of our duffle, placing our clothes in the drawers as Edward removes his shoes, lying back on the bed, resting his arm loosely over his face.

Before I could finish with the clothes, the phone on the nightstand begins to ring. Edward bolts up and eyes me warily. His stare darts nervously between me and the phone. Raising my eyebrow at him, I nod in its direction, encouraging him to answer.

"Hello?" As I watch him intensely, his eyes widen in surprise.

"No, this is Edward, Mrs. Sweeney. That sounds lovely; let me ask Jasper."

He smiles at me widely, mirth dancing in his forest greens. "Mrs. Sweeney is closing down her kitchen for the night, and she's making herself a snack. So she wants to know if we're going out to eat. But if not, she would like to know if we would be interested in sharing some grilled cheese and a bowl of mixed fruit?"

I smile widely. Fucking Hale-Cullen dimples work every time, baby.

Walking towards him, gently squeezing his shoulder, I give him a small smile. "If that's what you want to do, sweetness, it sounds lovely to me. I don't mind staying in and relaxing for now."

He returns my smile before returning his attention to the phone. "Mrs Sweeney, that sounds lovely. One of us will be down to pick up the tray. We wouldn't want you to have to walk back up all those stairs just for us."

Within half an hour, we're sitting Indian style on the bed, two plates topped with delicious grilled cheese, a big bowl of fresh mixed fruit and a six pack of beer. Yep, you heard me right, beer. Mrs Sweeney handed it to me with a wink, informing me that Mr. Sweeney wouldn't miss it, and what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

After clearing the dishes and leaving the tray outside the door as Mrs Sweeney requested, I stroll nonchalantly toward Edward, who's knocking back the rest of his beer and playing with the remote control. Taking it from his hand, I lean in and kiss his forehead.

"Wanna take a bath me with me, sweetness? Maybe try to ease our weary bones?"

He sighs deeply before removing his t-shirt, flinging it in the direction of the armchair. Lying back across the bed, he releases the top button of his now overly tight ass jeans. His gaze is lustful and wanton - hooded forest greens sparkle. I watch in amazement as the dim light from the nightstand makes his dark orbs dance.

As I stare in awe, I'm unable to breathe, the thick, hard lump in my throat making it impossible to do so.

Slender fingertips glide seductively along his neatly trimmed happy trail, dancing playfully across roped muscles and tight abs. As he takes one pebbled nipple tenderly between long, lean fingers, he moans softly, his head falling gently to the side, the sensation making his eyes flutter closed. Playfully, he bites his moist bottom lip as his plump pink tongue swipes leisurely over the sweetly distressed flesh.

My chest rumbles as a deep heavy groan roars up and out of my strangled lungs. Fuck!

His eyes open slow and heavy, continuing to taunt me, as he resumes his manipulations, sliding his hand up and over his long tight torso, gliding up his lean smooth neck, bringing it to rest lazily behind his glorious fucked up head. My breath hitches, gasping slightly as I'm brought up short. Cause suddenly the fucker winks gleefully and smiles devilishly in my direction.

Enthusiastically and hurriedly, I remove my shirt and jeans, awkwardly fumbling and swaying from side to side. Edward chuckles loudly at my antics as I try my very best to eye him sternly, making my brow furrow, and eyes squint angrily. But the fucker ain't buying it. He continues to laugh his ass off, nearly putting a damper on this very fucking romantic moment. Just nearly!

Once down to my boxer briefs, I slither along Edward's slightly trembling body. With my hands on the bed at each side of his thighs, I begin my climb, gently catching the material of his jeans between my teeth and tugging lightly as I climb up and across my boy's fuck hot body.

His head lifts a little off the bed, giving him a better view of what I'm up to. His chest heaves strongly as short slow pants gust from his parted lips.

Reaching the opened button of his pants, my teeth tug sternly on the zipper, pulling it further down as my lips grab each side, making the opening wider.

My eyes meet his as my hot breath fans his dark trimmed hair, making his belly expand and contract in excitement and anticipation. I take this opportunity to dip my tongue into the opening of his jeans, dragging it strongly up and over the hair line. Edward growls, making my body shudder, but not before taking a hardened nipple between my teeth.

His back arches as he presses his chest tightly into my face, and I release it with a lick, intending to ease the sting left behind by my eager bite.

Finally above him, hovering ghost-like, making sure not one part of our bodies touch - I want his anticipation to grow hard - and I kiss his awaiting mouth. The kiss is soft and moist, our lips melting together, knowing they belong. I let my tongue swipe across his plump bottom lip, requesting entrance. And as he opens wide, he licks broadly along my own before pressing his hard to the back of my throat, making me groan deep, the sound vibrating in our mouths.

A muffled "Fuck!" echoes in the back of our throats.

I let my hips drop, laying the weight of my hard cock against him, rubbing eagerly. We both groan deep and loud as I try my best in my need and lust not to pound the boy right through the fucking mattress. His legs wrap around my waist as his hands and fingers reach into my hair. Our chests are heaving, gliding, sweaty and delicious over each other. Bringing my hand around, I cup his head, grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck and holding his face in place as I let my mouth devour his swollen lips and steal his panting breaths.

And as suddenly as it started, its over. Fuck! Fuck! Goddamn Fuck!

As I lean back, panting hard, trying my fucking best not to feel the need to kill dead things right now, I look at him somewhat sternly. I know I'm being a fucking prick, but I just can't help myself right fucking now. I'm pissed.

Taking a long, deep breath, I whisper harshly, "Edward."

And nothing. Making me more pissed. I repeat even more determinedly and sternly, "Edward, fucking answer me now."

And as his body falls limp beneath me, his head turns to the side, making it nearly impossible for me to hear his nervous whisper: "I'm sorry, Jasper."

I lean back slowly, my body not wanting to leave the warmth and lust of my beautiful boy, but needing the distance, cause right now, it's in fucking shock and disbelief. It can't comprehend what the fuck just happened.

I try to rein in my anger and control my shaking hands as I crawl to the corner of the bed, letting my legs fall over the side before slumping my shoulders to enable my head to drop heavily into my awaiting fists. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Just fuck this to all hell, I chant silently as I pound my forehead on my white-knuckled tight fists.

I feel his hand on my shoulder, the heat from his touch burning into my soul. But my head's pounding, and I really don't give a shit. I can't help it - I've been pushed just way to Goddamn far right now.

I shake him off sternly before jumping from the bed angrily as I spit in his direction. "Don't fucking touch me, Edward. And I don't need your fucking sorry. Just leave me the fuck alone!" The muscles in my back tremble, then tense again. "I'm sorry, but I'm really not in the mood to hear 'WHY?' right now. Forgive me for not fucking understanding."

I take a few strides to the bathroom, not even bothering to turn on the fucking light or glance in his direction. I slam and lock the door, and sit my sorry ass down on the cold tile. My back thuds hard against the door of the cabinet behind me as I bring my hands up, trailing them roughly through my hair, pulling on the roots. Unable to hold back anymore, I let my emotions take over and sob hard and loud into the cold bathroom air. My throat hurts, my head's spinning out of control, my vision is blurring from the tears as I let them fall freely down my face and onto my shirt.

I see his shadow under the door, the dim light from the bedroom washing over the cold tile of the bathroom, giving it a warm red glow. The thought of him just being on the other side a few inches away makes me want to reach out and touch him. So in the cold, dark room, I bring my palm in full contact with the cool wood of the door, pressing down hard, hoping in some way to catch his vibe and feel his warmth, maybe connect with his heart. As he moves closer, I hear his heavy sobs making my chest tighten and my heart break. Pulling away quickly and running my hands through my hair, I remind myself bitterly that I'm pissed right now, and he has to understand what this is doing to me.

Sometimes I wish he wouldn't get my hopes up so much. He knows I can't refuse him. He knows my body longs for his touch, making me weak as I yearn for him, but still he pushes me, still he puts me through this fuckery. And truthfully, it's getting Goddamn old, and I don't think my heart can take anymore pain. It's hard enough thinking about the agony and anguish he's gone through, and what he goes through on a daily basis. The thought alone threatens to make me a lesser man, but to be physically brought into his daily hell rips at my heart and exposes each and every nerve, leaving me drained and doubting.

He knocks on the door quietly, his body closer. I know because I sense him. I know because he's in me, all around me. I breathe him. I watch the door give slightly under the pressure of his lean. But I don't say a word. Any sound I could even try to make is caught in my throat, threatening to strangle my lungs. I just nervously hold my breath. My chest hiccups as hard rough sobs rumble through my form, making me shudder in pain, sadness and grief.

He knocks again, this time a little louder, as he whisper softly, "Jasper, babe, you OK? I'm so sorry, sweetie."

Rubbing my hands over my face roughly, and in a shaky, hoarse voice, I answer him, a little more sternly than I'd like: "Edward, please give me a fucking minute. I'll be fine. Just let me be right now."

"But Jasper…"

And not able to hold back and control my anger, I raise my voice louder than I have even spoken to Edward before: "But fucking nothing, Edward! I need fucking time right now. You need to back the hell off and give me that time. I'm sorry to say I'm a little Goddamn pissed and confused, and before ya go off, it's not all with you, it's at myself and this whole fucked up situation."

"Jasper, I'm so sorry, I... I… wis...wish... I could fix it," he whispers nervously, but gently, like he's trying to tame a wild animal.

His back hits the door hard and the frame sways. I watch the filtered light disappear, and the door gives as he presses himself to it. So he's now sitting on the floor outside the Goddamn door.

I speak softy, not trusting my voice to remain calm for too long.

"I know you do sweetness, believe me, I know you do. But that doesn't make it any easier. That doesn't make it go the fuck away."

"I...I… wis... wish it would, Jasper. I... wis… wish I could just forget everything that ha... has happened, and move on."

My head falls to my hands and my chest tightens, making me fist my shirt trying to ease the pain.

"I know you do, Edward. I'm not asking you to do that, baby. I'm asking you to bear with me and understand where I'm coming from. I'm dying here, baby. I'm slowly, but surely, dying."

"I...I...I..." he stutters, trying to catch his own straining breaths.

'I know, Edward. Believe me, I know. I'm just trying my Goddamn best to understand."

"Edward, I'm worried. It terrifies me. We have babies coming, they'll be here before we know it."

I… know, Jasper. It worries me too. That's why I... need to speak to m...my… father, and... soon."

Taking a deep breath, I let out my fear. "And Goddamn it, Edward, they will not come into a home that's broken. Believe me, I know firsthand they would rather come from a broken home than a home that's broken. And I won't fucking have it, Edward. You hear me? I won't have it."

Our cries are now louder. Our sobs echo throughout the walls. Hiccuped breaths bounce angrily in the night air.

'Jas… Jasp…Jasper, please... help me."

I stand, turning towards what I'm hoping is the sink. I fumble for the water faucets, letting the cold water run freely between my fingers, then cupping my hands under the running water, throwing it in the direction of my face. I'm fucking pissed at myself. I'm mad that I can't control my anger right now. I've always been a hothead, but never to the point of where I've taken it out on my boy. And the thought that Alec fucking Volturi has created this fuckery just makes me want to kick his Goddamn teeth down his Goddamn throat again. So help me God.

Now I'm banging on the counter, feeling my bones hurt and my skin swell with every hit. My head is spinning with loving memories from our past, when everything was right and good. Then they're followed with the black and white snapshots of the fuckery it's become. And I'm pissed. I can't stop my body from shaking so hard. I'm pissed that I can't fix it. My hands are trembling and sweaty. But overall I'm just fucking pissed.

And then I'm pulled up short as Edward starts knocking a little harder on the door.

"Jasper, please open the door. I need to see you, and I hear you banging around. If you continue, you're going to hurt yourself."

I turn the water off and let my hands search for a towel, which I know is somewhere in the vicinity, cause I'd spotted it earlier. When my fingers come in contact with the soft terrycloth, I bring it eagerly towards me, rubbing it roughly over my swollen tear-stained face.

Pressing each hand to either side of the doorframe, I lean in, noticing from the light that he has made it to his feet again, probably mirroring my same stance. I close my eyes while taking a deep, heavy breath before speaking, trying to sound calm and controlled.

"Edward I need you to get ready for bed. There's a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt in the top drawer of the dresser. Please put them on and get yourself under the covers."

I hear the drawer open and him shuffle around as I pace the bathroom floor, trying to figure out what the hell I'm going to do now, how the hell to make this right and set us straight. And then I hear his hushed whisper, my ears straining to hear his soft voice.

"I'm in, Jasper. I'm ready."

Leaning against the frame once more, I speak softly. A strained cry catches in my throat, but I'm hoping he'll understand. "Go to sleep, Edward. Get some rest. We'll talk again in the morning."

My back hits the wall as my heavy, weary body slides slowly to the floor with a thud. Bringing my knees to my chest, I hug them tight. Laying my head on my knees, I sob, angry and sore, and in the still of the night, and the whisper of the wind, I hear him. My heartbroken boy mirrors my pain and anxiety as his own heart breaks and he painfully cries for the loss of our once so easy love and trust.

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