—JWiD—

"Jasper, you better not get bit!"

"I'm fine, Carlisle! Relax!"

"Just like he was as a boy," Beau chuckles.

"Can you see it?" Jasper asks as he points his cell phone under the porch.

"Yeah, I see it! That's really cool!" Alice's voice can be heard through Jasper's phone.

"They're nocturnal, so it's pretty rare to find one in the middle of the day like this." Jasper explains.

An armadillo crossed the yard and scurried under the deck, and Jasper jumped into action. He video called Alice so she could see too, despite Carlisle's requests for Jasper to leave the animal alone. The deck has a broken piece of lattice on the side where the armadillo crawled under for cover.

"Are you in my bed?" Jasper asks as he rises from the ground to his feet. He looks at the phone with a sly grin.

"Yeah, because I miss you," Alice responds.

Jasper keeps the camera on and walks around to the side of the house and lowers his voice as he speaks to Alice. Carlisle shakes his head.

"Those two stress me out," Carlisle admits with a sigh.

"You said Alice is a nice girl." Beau reminds Carlisle.

"She is. She just doesn't have much guidance at home and is unsupervised a lot."

"Jasper had told me before that she spends a lot of time at your house."

"Yes. She might as well be another one of my kids with how much she's been a part of my family." Carlisle explains. "I just worry about them making smart choices."

"You mean you don't want them making you a grandfather of two just yet, right?" Beau says with a laugh.

"Exactly," Carlisle agrees, then smiles. "Thanks for everything you said to Jasper last night. I think it really helped him get his head on straight."

"Good, good. He just needs a little straightening out to undo all the things he's learned between Avery's death and now."

"He asked me if AJ can call me Papa."

"Glad he came to his senses."

Jasper returns from the side of the house with his phone hung up and a big smile on his face. He jogs up the steps to the porch, sits in his rocking chair, and takes a sip from the plastic cup of sweet tea. He smacks his lips before speaking.

"Are you sure you don't want to come to the cemetery with us, Uncle Beau?" Jasper asks for the thousandth time since Carlisle suggested visiting Avery's gravesite this morning.

"Oh, no. I'll stay home." Beau says.

"You don't like going to the cemetery?"

"I prefer to pay my respects by holding tight to the memories I have with you father." Beau explains.

"Then just Carlisle and I will go." Jasper states, smiling happily at his foster father. "Should we go fishing afterwards?"

"We could fish." Beau nods.

Jasper chatters about the casual plans for the day before Carlisle interrupts him and tells him they should head to the cemetery now so they have enough time to get back to Beau's house in time for Jasper's phone appointment with his therapist. Jasper jumps from his seat, says goodbye to Uncle Beau, and types the name of the cemetery into the GPS app on his phone while hurrying to the rental car. Carlisle follows behind him.

The cemetery is in the small town, neighbored by a bank and a hardware store. It's a small area, surrounded by a black steal fence. The memorials are set in a grid system. A dirt path lines the inside of the fence and runs in between the rows of graves. There's no parking inside the cemetery, so Carlisle pulls into the hardware store's parking lot and he and Jasper walk over to the cemetery's open gate. They only take a few steps in when they're forced to choose whether they go to the right or the left.

"Which way is his grave?" Carlisle asks Jasper.

"I," Jasper's excitement turns to a lump in his throat that he tries to swallow. "I don't remember."

"Let's start by going to the left." Carlisle says. He pats Jasper's tense shoulders. "It's a small cemetery. We'll be able to find Avery's plot soon."

Jasper's eyes stayed glued to the ground as he and Carlisle slowly and silently walk the dirt path. Carlisle can hear everything from the gravel crunching beneath their feet to Jasper's unsteady breathing. He noticed how the grass is cut, but the weeds have grown tall around the fence line and most of the headstones. Jasper, on the other hand, tunes everything else out. No smells, no sounds, no taste, no touch. All he's focused on are the names on the headstones. They finish one row and move up to the next. With each step he takes, Jasper's anxiety grows even more. He wanted to do this. When Carlisle suggested it this morning, Jasper was thrilled. This is what he needed, or so he thought. This is the closest he can get to talking with Avery. He never felt anxious around his father when he was alive, so why is the anxiety so overwhelming now?

The second row disappoints, and they move to the third. Carlisle catches himself watching Jasper more than the headstones. When Jasper gasps, though, he knows they found it.

The stone is covered with grime and debris. "Avery Harold Whitlock" is carved in the stone, and Carlisle can make out a partial part of the dates at the bottom, but some of the numbers are hidden under the dirt. Jasper looks at the headstones to the right and left. One has some overgrown weeds, and the other has been groomed neatly. Looking back at Avery's headstone, it's obvious that no one has been out here to take care of it.

"Daddy," Jasper whispers.

Jasper lowers himself to the ground and runs his hands over the granite. When he pulls his hand back and looks at his fingers, he can see that a film of filth has transferred to his skin. Avery's headstone is disgusting. No one has been out to take care of it. If Joann wouldn't have moved them to Washington, he would have taken care of Avery's headstone. Avery doesn't deserve tis. It looks like he's a forgot soul, just someone who dropped dead and his family moved on without a second thought about him. How horrible, how embarrassing, how disrespectful is this?

While Jasper loses himself in his thoughts, Carlisle kneels next to him and grabs a handful of weeds down at the base of the plant and gives it a hard yank. He tosses the weeds onto the dirt path and continues pulling them from around the headstone. He looks over to his adopted boy. This isn't going to be an easy fix.

"It will be okay, Jasper," Carlisle attempts to comfort him.

"No one took care of it," Jasper's voice shakes with every word he says. "Isn't the cemetery supposed to take care of it?"

"They don't do the detail work like this," Carlisle says.

"It looks… awful."

Carlisle sighs as he examines the stone. There has to be something he can do.

"I'm sorry, Dad," Jasper says softly. His chest quakes as emotion threatens to boil over. "I wish I could have been here to take care of this. I tried to tell Mom to stay in Texas."

Carlisle listens, but his mind races. He's more like Beau; the cemetery isn't where he feels he needs to be to pay his respects. He's never had to clean a headstone before. He looks around, trying to find some sort of inspiration.

"I'm going to be a dad soon, too. I'm having a son. I have to be a great father, just like you were. I'm the only parent AJ's going to know." Jasper's eyes stay glued to the stone and he speaks freely as if Carlisle wasn't right next to him. "I wish you were here. I could really use your advice right now."

"Hey, Jasper," Carlisle sets his hand on Jasper's shoulder. Jasper glances at him for just a split second before lowering his tearful eyes again. "Will you be okay if I go to the hardware store?"

"I want to stay here and talk with my Daddy."

"You can. I'll be right back." Carlisle says. He rises to his feet and walks quickly, but continuously looks over his shoulder. He thinks about how Beau said young Jasper would cry when he was in trouble and would try his hardest to catch wild animals to keep as pets. Even at fifteen, Jasper still cried when Beau scolded him and just a few hours ago he was determined to get a good view of that armadillo. No matter how hard Jasper tries to portray himself as a tough badass who doesn't need anybody, there's still parts of him that are the remnants of a broken little boy who was forced to grow up too quickly.

Carlisle hesitates before stepping in front of the building and pulls out his cell phone and Google's what he needs to clean a headstone. He clicks to an article, glancing between the loading screen and Jasper who still kneels in front of Avery's grave. He scans the article quickly, then hurries into the hardware store. He's greeted by an old many behind the counter who asks if he needs anything, and he quickly lists the items he read from the article. The man takes him to the necessary aisles and notices the urgency in Carlisle's movement and tone.

"What are you working on?" The man asks.

"My, uh," Carlisle pauses as he's hit with a common dilemma of labeling his relation with Jasper. "My step-son and I are visiting his father's gravesite and we need to clean the headstone. Do you have any gallons of water?"

"Oh, I'm sorry for his loss. We only have bottled water up front in the small cooler, but we have a spigot on the side of the building that you're welcome to use."

Carlisle thanks him, pays for the items, and hurries back outside. His nervousness dulls as soon as he sees that Jasper is still where he left him. With a plastic bucket in one hand and a paper bag with a four-inch plastic putty knife, two soft bristle brushes, and a roll of shop rags in the other. He fills the plastic bucket at the side of the building and carries it back into the cemetery.

Jasper has tears flowing down his cheeks. He doesn't even try to hide them, but still mentally talks down to himself. He's cried in front of Carlisle far too much during this trip. Carlisle breaks Jasper's locked gaze when he uses the putty knife to scrap the top layer of gunk from the stone. Jasper's head snaps towards Carlisle, but his heart swells when he realizes what Carlisle is doing.

"You're cleaning it?"

"Yeah, of course." Carlisle says. He finishes scrapping the grime off the top, then pulls the brushes from the paper bag and passes one to Jasper. "I read a quick article online. We'll dunk the brushes in the water and scrub the top, rinse it, then dry it. It will be looking good as new in no time."

On his hands and knees, Carlisle swirls his brush in the bucket and starts scrubbing. Jasper mimics him and scrubs the other half of the stone. Although his tears still fall, the brokenness in his chest is still present.

"It'll be good as new in no time, Dad," Jasper mutters softly.

They work silently, occasionally rinsing the brushes in the water before continuing. When they think they've put enough elbow grease into it, Jasper dumps the bucket of water over the stone to wash away the debris. The dirty water does just that, but also flows towards Carlisle and Jasper. It soaks into the knees of their jeans as Jasper dries the headstone with the shop rag. Jasper is too amazed by the progress they made to care, and Carlisle is too focused on monitoring Jasper's emotional well being.

"That's so much better," Jasper beams. The smile doesn't match the tears. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll make sure that never happens again. I'll make sure your headstone is taken care of. I'm trying, Dad. I'm going to be a good person and a good father, just like you, but I'm so scared. I wish you were here. Rosalie keeps telling me that I know what you would tell me to do, but it would feel so much better if I could hear your voice say it. I'm naming my son after you. He doesn't have a middle name yet, but I'm looking for the perfect one. I miss you."

Carlisle listens, thankful to share this moment. He chastises himself just like he did the night before. He's too hard on his kids. They've all been through so much, especially Jasper.

"I got adopted. I didn't want to, but it's what I had to do to keep AJ safe with me. It's taken me a long time to accept that. I let my own problems cloud my judgement. You never did that. I'm going to do better."

Jasper pulls another shop rag from the roll and wipes the grime from his fingers before tracing Avery's name. When he reaches the K in Whitlock, he places his palms and focuses on the how the cold granite slowly warms to his touch. It makes him smile, and the anxiety in his chest and throat dissolves. He breathes in peace and calm, and exhales worry and anger. When he removes his hand, he feels a serene energy from his toes to the top of his head.

"Thank you for bringing me here, Carlisle." He says.

"You're welcome," Carlisle responds. When Jasper doesn't say anything more, he places his hand on Jasper's shoulder. "Do you mind if I say a few things?"

"To my Daddy?" Jasper tilts his head to the side. Carlisle nods, and Jasper's smile grows. "Yeah, of course!"

"I wish I could have met you, Avery," Carlisle starts to speak. He thinks carefully of what he'll say next. Jasper is watching, and he knows he can't risk saying the wrong thing. "I know you must have been one phenomenal person, because your kids are remarkable. They talk so highly of you. Rosalie is such a kind, smart young lady. She's strong-willed and graceful. Jasper is dedicated and thoughtful. He's pulled himself up from bad situations and is on the right path. You'd be so proud of them."

Carlisle pauses to take a breath. Jasper inches ever so slightly closer to Carlisle.

"You've raised great kids. I am not looking to take your place, however I do promise to do right by your children and grandchild. Rosalie, Jasper, and AJ will be able to count on my wife and me for the rest of our lives. I promise to do everything I can to help them through life."

Jasper can't stop staring. Carlisle gives Jasper's shoulder a light squeeze.

"Are you ready to go?" Carlisle asks.

"Yeah, I'm ready."

As they stand, Jasper watches Carlisle packs the bucket full of their supplies. He sticks close to Carlisle's side as they walk out of the cemetery. Their knees have the same water marks on them.

The ride back to Uncle Beau's house is quiet. Jasper takes another deep, almost meditative breath. How long has it been since he felt so at peace? No anger, no frustration, no sadness. When they pull into the driveway, Jasper waits for Carlisle to get out of the rental car and walks next to him up to the house. Uncle Beau is lounged on the couch, watching television. Carlisle looks down at his dirty jeans and announces that he's going to go change. Jasper sits next to Beau.

"Well, how'd it go?" Beau asks.

"Carlisle helped me clean the headstone." Jasper says. "Uncle Beau, do you like Carlisle?"

"Yeah, he's a good man."

"Do you think my Daddy would like Carlisle?"

"Carlisle takes good care of you and Rosalie. Avery would like him."

"I think so, too,"

—JWiD—

"Jasper, put that down!" Carlisle says as he stands in Beau's doorway, holding his phone away from his face so Jasper's therapist doesn't get an earful of Carlisle scolding the boy. Jasper laughs at him as he watches the lizard lift its head from his palm. "Mr. Grants is on the phone! Get inside!"

"It's a Texas alligator lizard!" Jasper explains. He carries it to the porch and holds his arm out to Carlisle, who recoils away from the reptile. "You're not afraid of it, are you?"

"Therapy. Now." Carlisle tells him. Jasper smirks, but his attention turns to the lizard again.

"Look at the stripes," Jasper points to the lizard's tail that is draped over his wrist.

"Put it down before it bites you and get inside! Mr. Grants is waiting on you," Carlisle rebukes.

"It's not going to bite—"

"Jasper Elliot, get your ass in here! And don't you dare bring that critter into my house." Beau jumps in as backup for Carlisle. Jasper sighs but sets the lizard on the railing of the porch and comes inside. Beau shoots him a pointed look from the couch. "You better start listening, youngster."

"Yes, sir," Jasper agrees with a nod. Carlisle hands him the phone.

"You've been keeping Mr. Grants waiting."

"Sorry," Jasper says and holds the phone to his ear and heads down the hall to the spare bedroom. "Hi, Mr. Grants. Yeah, Texas has been great. Carlisle and I cleaned up my father's gravesite."

Carlisle shakes his head as he joins Beau on the couch. Beau lowers the volume on the local news station.

"Does he always give you trouble like that?"

"That's a good day in our household," Carlisle scoffs. "If he's not cussing or yelling, it's a good day."

"That cussing is my fault," Beau admits, but smiles. "Avery had the same problem with him. He'd hear me cussing up a storm and repeat it. Avery was always after him for it. Jasper spent much time sitting in that corner over there for having a nasty mouth." Carlisle chuckles as Beau gestures to the corner nearest the television.

"Is that the secret to cleaning up his language?" Carlisle teases. "Should I be sending him to time-out?"

"All it did was make Jasper cry. Avery tried so hard to break him of that habit, but he couldn't stand to see his kids cry and Jasper was cussing every day so he made exceptions. He could only cuss when he was here and he couldn't calling anyone a cuss word."

"So it's a losing battle to keep getting after him for his language." Carlisle sighs. Beau nods.

"Well, one thing worked to curb his mouth. Two or three months before he died, Avery and the kids were staying with me because Joann was going through an episode. He and I were talking in the garage, and I called her a psycho bitch. Avery jumped my shit for that. The kids were playing outside. I didn't think they could hear me, but when we were eating dinner that night Rosalie asked when they would be going home. Avery was explaining that they would be spending a little more time at my place because Joann was struggling, then Jasper started spouted off." Beau explains, his tone turning somber. "He asked Avery why his Mom was being a psycho bitch. I really thought Avery was going to lose it that day. He never lost his temper and was always so gentle with his babies, but that day he snatched Jasper from his chair and drug him to the bathroom. He scrubbed Jasper's mouth out with soap. Rosie and I could hear him crying all the way in the kitchen. It was awful. He made Jasper sit in the bathroom with the bar of soap in his mouth and he came back in to finish his meal. It was only for about five minutes or so and Avery felt so guilty that he left his food, went to the bathroom, and helped Jasper rinse his mouth. He carried that boy everywhere for the rest of the night. He sat right here on this couch and cuddled him until he fell asleep. He felt awful about it."

"Wow," Carlisle says.

"I still feel guilty. He wouldn't have said that if he hadn't heard me say it. After he put the kids to bed, he told me how horrible it was to see Jasper cry so hard, but he had to make it clear to Jasper that he couldn't speak that way about his mother. It worked. Jasper never called Joann another cuss word." Beau recalls, but then chuckles. "A few weeks later I had a man come to the house to buy a dirt bike that Avery and I fixed up, and Jasper told the man he was a rotten bastard. The man was an asshole, but Avery's rule was that he couldn't call people cuss words so Jasper was carried to the bathroom again. Ave didn't scrub his mouth so aggressively, but still made him hold the soap in his mouth. Jasper cried, but it wasn't like the howling he did the first time. Maybe you need to wash his mouth out."

"My wife and I have never used physical discipline with out kids. She would kill me if I even thought about doing that," Carlisle says. "Maybe we will instate Avery's rules about only cussing at home and not calling people cuss words. Esme could get behind that. Plus, I cuss a lot when I lose my temper so it's not really fair to punish the kids for it when I do the same thing."

Beau nods, and they sit quietly as the news station talks about the local high schools baseball game. Carlisle thinks of how Jasper might have been in the video of the kids on the field if Avery was still alive. How different life would be…

"How did Avery die?" Carlisle asks suddenly. "I know he had a heart attack, but he was so young."

"That was Joann's fault," Beau keeps his voice low, but the anger is clear as day in the grumbly tone. "She was starting to get into one of her moods and demanded that he mow the grass. It was so hot that day. He tried to convince her it could wait, but she was starting to get mean and the kids were still home so he went out to mow the grass. I'm sure he was hoping it would calm her down. He had a heart attack right there in the yard."

"That's horrible," Carlisle says with a shake of his head.

"He never had heart problems or anything like that, either. He did struggle in the heat, though. He and Jasper both did."

"Jasper has told me that before. Extreme heat can lower blood pressure, which can cause fainting. It makes the heart beat faster, which puts people at risk for heart attacks as well." Carlisle explains.

"I really believe he would still be alive if Joann wouldn't have made him mow the grass that day." Beau huffs.

"If Avery didn't pass away that day," Carlisle pauses as he debates on the tactfulness of his next questions. He decides to ask it any since Beau is the only person he knows who can answer it truthfully. "Would Joann still be alive too?"

"I don't think so. She wouldn't take her medication regularly and would do such dangerous things when she was high or low. That's why Avery taught the kids what to do in case they thought she hurt herself." Beau sighs. "She really lost her mind after Avery died. She packed the car with a few things for her and the youngsters, sold what she could, and put the rest out to the curb. She refused to talk to me. I called, and I even would go over there. She wouldn't open the door. After they left, I went over and got some of the things she put out for garbage. Actually, I still have a lot of it. It's in a storage locker. I had to keep it somewhere other than here. I couldn't handle the constant reminders. We should go tomorrow to get that stuff."

"Jasper would love that." Carlisle says.

—JWiD—

Jasper is speechless as he stairs into the blue storage tub. Its filled with black VHS tapes, all labeled with Avery's handwriting. He pulls one out. Jasper comes home is the label.

It was such a good day. They fished, they got ice cream, they stopped by the storage unit, and packed the bed of the truck with all the blue tubs that were inside. There were seven total. Jasper stacked them in the living room. One by one, he took them from the stack and carefully dug through all of them. He found one packed with old toys and joyously told Carlisle all the memories he had playing with it. His biggest memories were with the old metal truck, a dirty teddy bear with flattened fur, a plethora of small plastic people, animals, and greenery. Rosalie's favorite blond haired baby doll is in here, along with a tea party set, a collection of plastic horses, and few Barbie's with cut hair and mismatched outfits. He found a toy handgun with a hoister, and his hesitation was visible to both Beau and Carlisle. He took it to the kitchen and left it on the counter before returning with a happy deminer. Shortly after that, Beau stated he wanted a beer, but was using the drink as an excuse to tuck away the toy that brought back such harsh memories of Joann. Another box was Rosalie's baby items, complete with a few outfits, a photo album, a lock of her hair, some soft toys, and a hand made blanket. Jasper's box was filled with similar memorabilia. The fourth box had school work and arts and crafts projects, and the next was filled with framed pictures. Jasper remembered where each and every one was hung on the wall or sat on an end table or shelf and gladly told Carlisle about each location. The sixth box had clothes and three pairs boots. Two tiny pairs of boots belonged to Jasper and Rosalie, one set black and the other pink with yellow flowers stitched into the leather. The larger, beat up, and worn pair of boots were Avery's. Jasper instantly pulled them on his feet. They're two sizes too big, but he keeps them on anyways. There's a few shirts of Avery's and some cute outfits that were Rosalie's and Jasper's. Now, this seventh box, has stopped him dead in his tracks. Reminiscing with toys and clothing was great. Seeing photos were wonderful. But now, he can hear Avery's voice.

"I'll put it in the VHS player." Carlisle says, holding his hand out for the tape. Jasper hands it over, then immediately pulls out another. Guitar and singing w/ Rosie and Jazz.

"Here he is," Avery's voice plays over the television. Jasper watches with his jaw slack. The screen shows a newborn Jasper in a carrying carseat. "My baby boy! My little Jasper Elliot Whitlock."

The view of the camera moves, showing the blurred view of the side of the house, the door, and the ground as Avery opens the front door. He sets the car seat on the ground and zooms in on Jasper's tiny face, his eyes closed. The camera zooms out and soon toddler-sized Rosalie enters the frame. Her curly blond hair is pulled into pigtails on the side of her head. She's all smiles as she looks into the car seat.

"Who is that Rosie?" Avery asks.

"That's my brother!" Rosalie answers proudly, her words mangled with a southern drawl and the TH in her words sounding more like a D. Avery sets the camera up on an end table, and when he appears on screen, Jasper gasps.

Avery's tall and long legged. His dusty blond hair hangs past his ears and his skin is tanned from working in the sun. He carefully unbuckles Jasper from the car seat and cradles him in one arm. He turns to the camera, kneels, and holds his free arm out for Rosalie to run into. He holders her close, smiling at her and then Jasper, then off to the side.

"C'mon, Joann! Get in the video with us." Avery calls.

Joann comes over in sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. She still has the hospital wristband on her arm. She looks exhausted and sad but kneels next to Avery anyways. She sets her hand on Rosalie's shoulder and forces smile at the camera.

"I'm the luckiest man on Earth. Look at this beautiful family," Avery kisses Joann on the lips, then Rosalie's cheek, and finally Jasper's forehead. "Rosalie, grab the camera and take some video of your new brother."

Rosalie runs to the camera, a big smile on her face. Her tiny hands move the camera in rapid and chaotic movement. It shows her purple sundress, then the carpet, the couch, and then a zoomed in view of Avery's knee. Avery laughs, Joann snaps at Rosalie to be careful with the camera, and Avery reassures his wife that it's okay. Avery helps Rosalie lift the camera to the right view with one hand.

"Do you like your new brother?" Avery asks.

"Yeah!"

"Isn't he a cute baby?"

"Yup!" Rosalie's voice is high pitched and cheerful. "I'm your baby, too!"

"You sure are. I get to have to babies now."

The camera falls to the floor, then the tape ends. Carlisle and Beau look over to Jasper, whose eyes are still stuck on the blank screen. Without taking his eyes from the television, Jasper hands the next tape to Carlisle who quickly switches the VHS tapes out. The television screen comes to live again.

"Is it recording, Daddy?" Jasper's young voice is heard. The screen shows a close-up of a t-shirt.

"Yeah, Jazzy boy," Avery calls back. At the sound of his childhood nickname, Jasper gasps and clamps his hands over his mouth. Carlisle scoots closer to him. Avery backs up from the camera. Although he looks older here, his smile is still the same. Young Jasper is sitting on the couch with a little guitar in his hands. Avery sits in the middle of the couch and Rosalie is at the other end. Avery helps Jasper position his fingers in the correct places on the guitar, then picks up his own guitar. "Ready, kids?"

"Yeah!" Jasper and Rosalie respond.

Avery plays a few notes, pausing before each one so Jasper can mimic it on his own guitar. Rosalie sings softly and shyly until Avery smiles over at her and sings along. With her father supporting her, she sings louder.

"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,"

The song goes slower than it's supposed to, with a few hiccups along the way. Once it's finished, however, everyone is all smiles.

"You guys did so good!" Avery praises his kids. He sets his guitar down and hugs both kids to his side, making the little ones laugh.

"Can you sing Love Without End?" Rosalie asks.

"Of course. That's my favorite song." Avery says as he picks up his guitar.

"Mine too." Rosalie says.

"Yeah, mine too." Jasper agrees.

Avery smiles as he strums and sings the lyrics to a country song. Rosalie and Jasper listen with smiles on their faces.

Back in present time, tears rolls down Jasper's cheeks. A sob escapes, and although Jasper tries to keep them suppressed, more follow. When he hears what Avery says after the song is finished, he breaks down even more.

"I love you, Rosalie. I love you, Jasper."

Jasper sits back on his heels and covers his face with his hands. Carlisle wraps his arm around Jasper's shoulders and is shocked when Jasper leans into it. He goes a little further and wraps his other arm around him. Jasper damn near collapses into Carlisle's arms. Carlisle holds him tighter. He glances at Beau, looking for any type of recommendation of what to do or say to comfort the teenager hysterically crying in his arms. Beau notices, and just nods to tell him he's doing just fine.

—JWiD—

Jasper and Carlisle walk towards the guest bedroom with stinging, bloodshot eyes. Beau had to retire to his bedroom hours ago, but Jasper couldn't bring himself to leave any VHS tape unwatched. Multiple had to be rewound and watched over, and over, and over again.

"Thanks for watching those with me," Jasper says through a yawn.

"It was nice to see what you and Rosalie were like as little kids, and to see Avery. You look so much like him."

"Thanks," Jasper smiles.

They go into the bedroom and since both are too tired to make the walk down to the bathroom to change, they just turn their backs to each other as they get out of their clothes and into pajamas. Carlisle lays on the bed and Jasper collapses onto the air mattress. As soon as Carlisle is about to drift to sleep, Jasper pulls him back to consciousness.

"I think my Daddy would like you. Do you think you two would have got along?" Jasper asks. Carlisle takes a deep breath and reminds himself to use a kind tone when responding so he doesn't take his tiredness out on Jasper.

"I think we would get along. Most of the time."

"Most of the time?" Jasper sits up quickly and tilts his head to the side. "What does that mean?"

"I mean," Carlisle is cut off by a yawn, which turns into a lazy smile. "I think we would get along wonderfully until he heard I've called you a disrespectful brat. Then he'd probably kick my ass."

It takes a few seconds for the words to register with him.

"He'd understand if he heard me call you a pretentious ass." Jasper laughs when he catches onto the joke. Carlisle closes his eyes again, but just like before he is interrupted. "Hey, Carlisle?"

"What?" Carlisle sighs.

"I'm sorry I've been such a crybaby."

"You don't have to apologize for that. Cry all you want."

"I'm really glad AJ has you as a grandparent. Uncle Beau was right."

"I'm glad to have AJ as a grandkid." Carlisle mutters sleepily. "I need to get some sleep, Jasper. We'll take more in the morning."

"Alright. Good night, ass." Jasper chuckles.

"Good night, brat."

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