Through the kitchen window, Jeff watched Caitlin. He'd always loved her, but in the last couple of years it had developed into something more than platonic. But he knew deep in his heart that she didn't see him that way just now, and until she did, he was doomed to being just her friend. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone walking towards Caitlin and the corners of his mouth tightened as he recognised who it was.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" Brandon asked, slurping his juice and giving Jeff a wide-eyed stare.

"Nothing Brando." He flashed a false smile at the small boy he considered his son. "Drink up buddy, it's time for your nap."

Out on the porch, Caitlin was trying to stay calm, but inside she was fuming. Her insides felt like they were running laps around her rib cage and she could practically feel steam coming out of her ears.

"What do you want Paul?"

"You don't waste time do you? But then, you never did." Paul sat down next to Caitlin and sighed. "I could feed you some sort of bullshit about how I was in town and thought about you and decided to drop by, but I won't do that. I'm here because, I miss you."

"So you came back for some fresh memories?" She spat, unable to hold back. "Or are you here for nostalgic reasons? Well, I'm not interested in either."

"Okay, I deserve that," Paul conceded. "I was a dick three years ago. But I want to change that."

Paul was about to continue when Brandon ran out onto the porch and hugged Caitlin tightly.

"Mommy," he squealed. "Tell Daddy I don't need a lap."

Caitlin lifted him onto her lap. "Sweetie, you have to have a nap. Now, give me a kiss and get your butt into bed."

Brandon did as he was told, and ran back inside without awknowledging the stranger sitting on the porch with his mother. Caitlin watched him go back into the house before turning back to Paul. She noticed the sad expression on his face and for an instant, felt sorry for him.

"You had a boy?" He whispered, unable to take in the fact that he had just come face to face with his child. "Yup. That was your son. Brandon Jeffrey Levesque."

"You gave him my name?" Paul was dumbfounded by the whole situation. "I felt he deserved it. And if you'd called, I would've told you that three years ago."

"I've missed so much," he whispered almost to himself. His tone nearly broke Caitlin's heart. "You could still be in his life. If you were willing to commit to him, I would have no objections, but you would have to play by my rules."

"Not now. I hurt you and abandoned him. Jeff's his father now."

"You should've called."

"I didn't want you to reject me again." Paul took a deep breath and let it out. "I still love you Caitlin." Caitlin snapped her head round to face him. "You what?"

"Don't make me say it again. It was hard enough the first time."

"So," Caitlin stood up, finally willing to let out her anger. "You decided that you would come her after three years of no contact, no support and I'd just run back to you? I'm sorry Paul, I wasn't born without brain cells. If you want a gullible bimbo, give Stephanie a call."

"Caitlin, it's not like that," he insisted, but Caitlin had already gone back inside.