A/N: I'm back baby! So yeah… I nursed my writers block for this story and now I'm all better… no AppleOfEdwardsEye; that was not the end… It's not over till the fat lady sings!

NOTE: -!-!-!- Back to the past

Disclaimer: Not even the idea!

Love Is Kind: There Are Reasons

He was clutching an old t-shirt that still had the scent of his dead lover. Tears cascade down his beautiful face. He wanted his love to come back. He needed his love to come back. But his love wouldn't come back, couldn't. They'd destroyed him, making sure that no one – not the greatest witch or most powerful demon – could bring him back.

He wanted to be strong though. He wanted to be strong for his little boy. He wanted to fight for his little boy, his beautiful son, an impossible gift from his love. He remembers the smile on his lovers face when he'd told him he was pregnant. They'd both been so happy, so excited. They were supposed to be together forever, they were supposed to watch their son grow into a man… together…

Max… his beautiful, innocent son, with his the most beautiful face, the most beautiful brown eyes… He looked like both his fathers… but he'd never get to know his other father because he'd been taken away… ripped from them!

He wanted to be strong for his little boy; he wanted to be there for him. But he couldn't do it. He couldn't push away the pain he felt from losing his lover, his best friend, his mate… his Jake…

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Edward's POV

I was with Jacob again. I couldn't – wouldn't – leave his side, for any reason. My family tried to force me to go hunting with them, but I refused. I would not leave my mate! I kept having this feeling that if I left his side something bad would happen, every time I considered leaving that feeling would come back to me. So I didn't leave.

Everyone was trying to adjust to the fact that Jacob, and not Bella, was my mate. It was shocking that Jacob and I were really meant to be together, but I couldn't deny what I felt for him. It's like… it's like this pull, like I'm drawn to him somehow and I can't ignore that. This feeling… it's strong, stronger than my pull to Bella.

I wish I felt guilty for doing this to Bella, for forgetting my emotions for her and loving another… her best friend. But I didn't feel guilty, I didn't feel sorry… I just didn't feel. The only person I had feelings for – in the romantic sense – was lying in my bed.

You'd say my feeling changed so fast, how could I be sure that it wasn't just that fact that Jacob imprinted on me. It could be that, but… there's so much more to it than just the imprint. I know I identified Bella as my mate before, but could it be that that was only because of her blood? Maybe that's how my life works; I identify a mate because of a specific thing. But then again, I don't think my feelings for Jacob will change anytime soon, or even at all, I mean, we have a son together, a son, a beautiful little boy.

I don't know how it happens, but it does and I'm happy, even now, before it's even happened, I'm happy about it, I'm excited. I may be selfish and unfair to Bella, but… but its Jacob, it'll always be Jacob!

"Daddy," Max's small voice said. I looked up and smiled at him and smiled. Max had tears in his beautiful brown eyes that reminded me so much of Jacob's.

"Come," I opened my arms and Max smiled, climbing onto my lap. He hid his face from me, sniffling a bit. "What is it love? What's wrong?"

"Daddy, I don't want you to be sad." I smiled down at my son.

"I'm not sad love, I'm just… I'm a little worried."

"He'll be fine daddy."

"He will?" Max nodded into my chest. "That's a good thing right?" he nodded again. "Then why are you crying Max?"

"Daddy…" Max looked up at me with those beautiful brownies and my dead heart melted.

"What is it, love? Tell me."

"I'm scared daddy."

"Why?" Max looked down. "Max? Max why are you scared?"

"Last year… no, the year before I became this age dad… he… they…" Max started crying.

"Max… love, what is it? What happened? Please, tell me."

"They destroyed him daddy. They took him. Theythey made sure that he was dead to us and couldn't be brought back, not by anyone. You… you went to Carsilona, to ask her to bring dad back, but she couldn't, she was… is the greatest witch to walk the plant but she couldn't bring dad back. Your last hope was Los Demonio, an evil demon, he was powerful and you believed he could bring dad back. You were so desperate to have dad back that you… you promised you'd find Los Demonio the sweetest blood, but he to failed to get dad back… daddy, you were… are so broken.

"You don't do anything, you just… you just sit on the chair dad used to sit on and cry. You take any clothing that still has his scent and you hold it and you cry… Aunt Alice and Aunt Rosalie look after me, they can't do anything for you, you won't listen; you just sit there. I don't want to see you like that daddy, it hurts daddy, it hurts everyone.

"Every time one of the pack members come to visit, you always have this hopefulness that maybe it's dad, but then you see that it isn't and… and it just gets worse. The pack doesn't come to visit anymore; I haven't seen them in month's daddy. I miss them, but they can't come visit because it hurts. They can't come visit because… because you hate them.

"But you don't really hate them, you just hate that they smell so much like him. You feel like they taunt you, like they're making fun of the fact that you lost your mate and they're still around, walking around smelling like your mate, someone you can never be with again.

"But I came back daddy. I'm going to try and stop them from taking dad away. I'm going to fight them off as best I can. I… I summoned Granma's spirit. She helped me with the spell that will cast them back to their world. It's hard, but… but I think I could do it… if dad helped a little. He's a 'halfer'. He's half shifter coz of Grandpa, half warlock coz of Granma, he has a bit of magick in him, even if it isn't much, but Granma said it would be enough to cast them away.

"I can do it daddy, with dad. He'll… he'll get out of this, he'll be okay. You and him are going to be happy, even Aunt Bella is happy, she and Uncle Mike used to visit you, but… but it was hard to see you like that so she stopped, but she'll be okay. She was angry at first, for a long while, but then I came along and well… well she just 'fell in love with my cute little face'.

"I want you to be happy again daddy. That's why I came back. I want to stop them from taking dad away from us… away from you. I want us to be happy, like the years before dad was taken away, I want us to be a happy family again, where we have Sunday barbeques with the pack and your family and Aunt Bella and Uncle Mike and their children. I miss it daddy, we all do." Macx sighed as he finished his speech.

To say I was shocked… well that would be an understatement of the century. I just found out, in less than five minutes, that Jacob gets killed, that I become somewhat like Marcus after Didyme was destroyed by Aro, that I was hurting so many people who were trying to help, that my son, so young, had to do this in order to make me happy again, had to grow up so fast in order to make things right. It hurt that I'd driven so many things to happen, but… but nothing. Here my son was, trying to change the future, trying to make it all better. It was unfair on him that he had to grow up so fast, that I made his life so… so like this. it was… I don't know, it was just painful to know I did that.

"Max," I said. Max looked up at me, tears stilled running down his innocent face. "Who are they?"

"They must not be named daddy, it's a bad omen."

"Is that why they were after Jacob?"

"It wasn't dad they were after. It was me. I'm the first of my kind, a hybrid born from a vampire and a shifter-wolf/warlock, both of whom are male. They wanted me because they believed that my blood would be strong, would bring their bodies back so they would once more walk in the human world."

"But they took him anyway?" Max nodded.

"He was trying to protect me. Theythey destroyed him and took him away. You weren't home that day, that's why you blamed yourself, because you thought it was your fault." That's why I didn't want to leave now; maybe it was some sort of sixth sense thing?

"I see… But we'll be okay right? We'll be alright." Max nodded.

"Yes. Till my eighth birthday." I nodded. This was a lot to take in, but… whow! It was a lot.

"So… When does Jacob wake up?" Max smiled.

"Soon, tomorrow he'll be bugging everyone in the house… well at least that's what Aunt Rosalie said." I chuckled. One more day and he'd be awake. One more day till I can kiss him and he can – hopefully – kiss me back.

"Okay…"

"Don't be sad daddy. He's going to be alright. I know he is." I smiled at my son.

"Alright. But you mustn't be sad either. Let's both try and be happy for your dad okay?" Max nodded enthusiastically. "Good." I wiped away Max's tears and kissed his forehead. "Tell me more about yourself." Max shook his head.

"That takes away the mystery daddy, you already know that I'll be here someday which is a bad thing, now if I tell you about me it'll ruin things. I want you to get to know me the proper way, not like this." I looked at my son.

"How old did you say you were again? Twenty-five?" Max laughed. It was beautiful, hearty and childish at the same time.

"Daddy…"

"Yes love?"

"Please sing me something? You always sing me a lullaby that your mommy used to sing to you." I nodded.

"I remember it." Max smiled. He got comfortable on my lap, laying his head on my chest and sighing contently. I began singing the lullaby my mother used to sing to me and soon Max was fast asleep.

I smiled down at my son. He was so beautiful, just like his dad. I got up and lay Max next to his dad and lay down next to Max. I took Jacob's hot hand and held it, my arm wrapping around Max, keeping him safe. I smiled to myself, looking at the loves of my life sleeping, they both looked so peaceful with identical silly smirks on their faces, but they were so adorable!

"I love you," I whispered, kissing each forehead then lay my head on the pillow, shutting my eyes and zoning out, listening only to the steady beats of my mate and my son's hearts…

END!

… for now!

So yeah… things are looking up, thank goodness! So don't kille me Agz, I just didn't know what t write, but then I had an epiphany before falling asleep and so I wrote and complete this in like an hour… yaya me! Moving up in this world… LOL!