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Sorry for the slight delay. Here you go...three new chapters. Take into consideration that five years have passed.

FIVE YEARS LATER...

Emma walked into the spacious kitchen, holding a wad of tissues to Jase's nose.

"Here, honey. Sit down and keep this on your nose. I'll get breakfast started and then check on you, okay?"

Jase, his four year old legs dangling from the chair he was perched on, was barely visible under the giant mass of Kleenex pressed against his face.

"Another nosebleed?"

Emma nodded, shooting a worried look to her small son. She tried to focus her attention on getting Jase's oatmeal ready, but it was taking her longer than usual since her mind was elsewhere.

"What's that, like, seven in the last five days?"

Emma sniffed absently, meeting her boyfriend's eyes. "Eight."

"Nosebleeds are common. I'm sure it's nothing to worry about."

"I'm sure you're right, but I'm still making an appointment to see his pediatrician as soon as we can get in. I'll feel a whole lot better if I know it's nothing to worry about, for real. But thanks for trying to convince me it's nothing. I don't know what I'd do without you," she smiled, bending to offer him a small peck on the lips.

"Are you two kissing?" came Jase's small, muffled voice, from under the tissues.

Emma didn't even bother trying to hide her amusement. At four, Jase could often be a handful, but he also had numerous moments of just being a curious, lovable kid. And Emma's heart swelled with pride over the wonderful job she had done raising him, especially since she'd done it almost entirely by herself.

She'd left Toronto, moving to Montreal shortly after finding out that she was pregnant. Faced with adapting to a new job, finding a home, and preparing for parenthood, Emma had been overwhelmed. There were many times during those first few months, when Emma felt sure she'd never make it through. Looking back on it now, she was happy that she hadn't given up, hadn't slunk back home to the safety of her mother's house. Now, with Jase having just started kindergarten and her job being the most satisfying career she could have chosen, Emma felt safe and secure, but most importantly, happy and fulfilled.

"Can I take these off now?" Jase asked.

Emma returned back to the present, stirring Jase's oatmeal, grabbing his orange juice, and approaching the table. She removed the tissues from his face, happy to see that the bleeding had finally ceased. She kissed the top of his head and left him to eat his breakfast.

"He's fine, Em. You worry too much."

She shrugged. "He's everything to me. For such a long time, he was all I had."

Her boyfriend smiled at her, asking, "You want me to come to the doctor's office with you guys?"

"Not necessary. We probably won't get in until sometime next week anyway. And you'll be out of town then. I wouldn't want to take you away from this art conference you're going to. I know how much it means to you. Jase and I will be fine," she assured.

She left the kitchen, heading to her room so she could have a quiet moment to phone Jase's doctor. She sat down heavily onto her bed, sighing as her body hit the soft mattress. She couldn't pinpoint why, but she felt like something was wrong inside of her son's small body. Call it mother's intuition. Call it a silly pessimism. Emma knew, beyond a doubt that something was wrong and no matter what Jimmy told her, she couldn't shake the awful feeling that Jase's little life was in danger.

Anyone catch that? The name of Emma's boyfriend? May seem kind of random, but trust me, it will play into the plot eventually. Hope you like!