A/N- First of thanks for all the reviews, they are appreciated. Unlike the other chapters, not too much sex and violence in this chapter, but slight child neglect.

Groaning Jacob turned as he felt sunshine fall on to his face. As he came in consciousness, he could barely remember anything from yesterday, except for Edward picking him up. Letting out another groan, he sat up and rubbed his eyes. Shapes came into view and he noticed that he was in a giant king sized bed.

"Hey sleepy," said Edward as he handed Jake a glass of water. Snatching it, Jake drank every drop to sooth his dry throat. "Want some more?"

"No, how long have I been asleep?"

Edward sat on the bed and wrapped an arm around the younger teen. "For the past ten hours. I thought you would sleep all day. Now that you're awake, do you want some breakfast?"

"What time is it?"

"11 in the morning."

"Shit I'm late for work," Jake groaned. "Shit I don't care anymore; I need to find something different that pays well. Yawning, he buried himself back under the sheets. The scent of a soft musk hit his nose, as he sniffed the pillow he was laying on. Elijah never crossed his mind

Edward shook his head, as he pulled the covers off the teen. "You need to eat something. Have you been eating right, since I last saw you?"

"Can't afford to buy a lot of expensive food," Jake replied sitting up. In his refrigerator there was a carton of milk, bologna, hot dogs, eggs, frozen burritos, ketchup, mayo, mustard, and a giant jar of applesauce. Then he had a giant carton of ramen noodles, stale cereal, moldy bread, a box of Marconi and cheese and canned vegetables in his pantry. All his food was bought very cheaply and to save money, he got food past their expiration date. So whenever he had to cook, he just threw together whatever was quick and could be made in a microwave.

"Well, I will make you something to put some meat on you." Leaving the teen, Edward went into the kitchen and started to make breakfast. Next to playing the piano, cooking was another hobby of his. When they first got together, Bella appreciated his cooking, but as time went by; she started to outright hate everything he prepared prompting her to hire a cook for the home in New York. Edward couldn't remember the time he had cooked for another person.

Cracking a few eggs, the planned breakfast was an omelet with French toast. As he cooked, Edward smiled to himself. I guess I have him now, he thought.

Back in the bedroom, Jacob smelled the delicious scent coming from the kitchen. Getting out of bed, he noticed that he was dressed in a pair of red silk pajamas with the initials E.C. on them. He must have dressed me. Creepy! Edward's apartment wasn't too big, but it took Jacob a minute to found the kitchen, where he saw the older man putting the French toast on a plate. "I can't remember the last time, someone cooked for me."

"Really? Well I can't remember the last time, someone wanted to eat my cooking." Jacob took a sit at the counter island. "Here you go," said Edward putting the food in front of him. "Do you drink juice, milk, coffee or tea in the morning?"

"Juice is fine, do you have orange?"

"Sure do!"

Cutting a corner off the French toast, Jake put it in his mouth and almost died of shock. It was the most delicious food he had ever eaten. "This is great," he said stuffing another piece into his mouth.

Edward put the juice in front of him and got a cup of coffee for himself. Settling down, he was amused by the teen's appreciation for his food. "Thanks, glad someone appreciates it. I take it you don't eat this good all the time?"

"Try never. I can't cook worth a damn. So you live in this big place by yourself?"

"Yes, Bella, my soon to be ex-wife mostly spends time in New York and doesn't like coming here. So this place is my own bachelor pad. It's not that big compared my penthouse in NYC just three rooms, two bathes very simple."

"Bigger then my apartment," Jake retorted. "I only have one bedroom and bath." Getting up, Jake walked to one of the windows and stared out. He could see the clean streets below and a courtyard with tropical flowers. "Outside I don't see broken cars, people running around or gang members. You're a lucky son of a bitch to have such a talent to make you live here. How many homes do you own superstar?"

"I don't like that nickname. This, the penthouse, a cabin by my parents home and I might get a small house in Hawaii. When I go on tour, I'll be living in hotel rooms. Finish eating and I'll give you a quick tour." Nodding Jake did what he was told and then got his tour. To end it, Edward led Jake back to his room and the both of them sat on his bed. "So are you going to tell me how your face got that way?" Edward asked.

When he had changed Jake last night, he saw the bruises and cuts that marred the teen's beautiful skin. And when he removed the makeup Jake wore, he felt sickened at the sight. "It's none of your business," Jake replied touching one of his bruised covered cheeks."

"Did you get them from prostituting yourself?"

Jake's eyes couldn't even look at Edward as he absentmindedly started to draw shapes into the bedspread. "Not all of them. Where's my bag?"

Edward got up and walked to his closet where, he put it. Once Jake got it, he took out his cigarettes and lighter. "I don't allow smoking in my house. Affects your health," said Edward.

"So does letting stranger into your home that you know nothing about," he said lighting one, but Edward snatched it away. "Fine, I won't smoke. Can I take a shower?"

"Sure, I'll get you some clothes and towels."

Nodding Jake went to the take a very hot shower. As he stood under the hot stream, his mind started to wonder. Edward is something else, what I can't understand is that he has a wife and child, but he acts like he wants to be with me. This is too weird. Feeling the water becoming cold, he got out and dressed. Looking in the mirror, he brushed his teeth and then went to the living room where Edward was talking on the phone with someone.

"I'll call you back," Edward said hanging up. As Jake showered, he had been on the phone with his agent, who was begging him to come back to Chicago. "Hey how was the shower? Do the clothes fit okay?" He was a few inches taller than Jacob, taking a look they seemed to fit him okay, however a little baggy.

"Good, you're a star don't you have something to do?"

"Well I should be in Chicago going over my tour, but you're more important."

The teen sat on the couch. "I don't understand, you've only known me for a few weeks, plus you have a family. What makes me so damn special? Do you even like me?"

"I do. It's hard to explain."

"If you want to have sex just tell me as long as you pay, because I have a…Oh shit." It was just then that his brain clicked in that Elijah was still at his babysitter's. She didn't do overnights at all and he never called. "I have to go."

"Why?"

"None of your business." Running to Edward's room, Jake grabbed his bag and clothes from last night. Turning on his cell phone, he noticed he had a bunch of missed calls. Fuck how could I forget about him. Oh My God, it's almost one. Fuck!

Edward was confused on Jacob's sudden mood change, going into the master bedroom, he saw Jake desperately trying to put on his shoes. "What's wrong?

"I forgot about Elijah," he said finally getting his shoes on. Digging through his bag, he found his bus pass. "Is there a bus stop near here?"

"Yes, do you need a ride somewhere and who is Elijah?

"I can get there myself. Shit!"

"Jacob who is Elijah?"

"None of your business," he cried heading towards the door, but Edward stopped him. "I need to go."

"Not until you tell me who Elijah is."

"I'll tell you later," he said pushing past Edward. Making his way down the elevator and out the building; he knew he was screwed.

Edward sighed to himself as he started to clean up the kitchen. I'll call him later. What is he trying to hide?

After a 40 minute bus ride, Jake ran two blocks to his babysitter. Knocking on the door, he was out of breath. In a second it opened and a young woman with black hair appeared. "I am so sorry; I ended up in a situation last night that I couldn't get out of," he said trying to catch his breath.

"Bullshit," said Courtney the babysitter. "I told you no overnights and I tried calling multiple times. I can't babysit for him anymore."

"C'mon one mistake," he said.

"Sorry no, please get your child and leave."

"Bitch," he said under his breath. Walking past her, he found Elijah in the playroom playing by himself. Bending down, he scooped up his son. "Hey Daddy is sorry for what happened. Want to get a Happy Meal?"

Elijah felt happy again, he wondered last night if Jake loved him or not for not coming to get him. "Yep, Daddy you love me?"

"Yes, something just happened that Daddy couldn't help." Grabbing Elijah's bag, they left and walked down the street to the nearest McDonald's. Personal Jake wasn't hungry, because Edward's cooking ways on his mind.

Later that night, Jacob sat the kitchen table going over his fiancés. Damn it, I'm going to have to go out again. Who the hell is going to watch Elijah? He didn't trust any of his new neighbors. Seeing his cell phone next to him, he called Quil. "Hey dude."

"Sup," Quil said as he sat around a television studio. He managed to get a minor role in a teen drama, playing a cashier at a store. Things were finally starting to look up for him. He had a movie audition tomorrow for a bit part, hopefully it would be the opportunity he needed to become a star.

"Where are you?"

"On the set of Canyon Beach, you know that series with the teens that live in a canyon and do extreme sports."

"Oh I know that show." Jake didn't watch it, but Rachel was addicted to it. "Damn then you can't babysit then; do you know if Embry can?"

"No, he's working late at the animation studio. Don't you have a babysitter?" Quil asked.

"She decided she couldn't babysit Elijah anymore; I really need to go to work and I can't find anyone."

"Well just take off," said Quil having no idea what Jacob's new job was. At the serving company, he was trying to convince his supervisor to let Jake have another chance, but nothing was working so far. Embry and him had no idea that their friend was prostituting himself.

"Can't do that man got to pay for this new apartment somehow. Nevermind, I'll just stay in," Jake said lying.

"Ok sorry man, I got to get back to work. Talk to you later."

"Ok bye," Jake said hanging up. Putting his head down, he knew that he would have to make Elijah take more medicine, so he would sleep through the night. With a quick check of his watch, he saw that it was nearing 10 at night. Hopping into the shower, he got clean and put on a pair of tight shorts that came up to mid thigh and a mesh shirt with a vest over it. "Elijah time for bed."

"Not sleepy," Elijah said as he sat on his bed watching a movie. "Why you dressed?" He never understood why his daddy wore girly clothes.

"Just because." Taking out a medicine bottle, he filled the little plastic cup up past the recommended limit for someone Elijah's age. "Time to take this."

Elijah's eyes got big, he hated the medicine. "Not sick."

"We don't want you to get sick." With one hand opening Elijah's mouth, he poured in the liquid. Elijah tried to spit it out, but Jacob wouldn't let him. Taking the child in his arms, he rocked his son, until Elijah's little eyes started to droop and then he fell asleep. "Daddy is sorry," he whispered tucking his son in with a stuffed wolf. Making sure a night light was on; he turned off all the lights and locked the door. He didn't know he left his cell phone in his room.

"Edward can we please get your autograph," screamed a few fans that had surrounded him. Groaning, Edward did as requested. After Jacob had left, he went to his studio and records some new tracks for his new album. After that he met with an old friend on his. Now he was trying to walk back to his apartment with some dinner he picked up. Of course this was not an easy task as people surrounded him begging for autographs, hugs and pictures.

"Where is Bella," asked one of the fans.

"In New York, I'm here for business," he replied back. After signing everything, he took a few pictures and got away quickly. Looking at his watch he saw that it was just past midnight. I wonder what Jacob is doing. Getting into his building, he did the security clearance and went up into his apartment, grabbing a soda; he sat in front on his TV. and started to eat his food. Something in the back of his mind told him to call Jacob.

A slight pressure to his bladder alerted Elijah that he had to wake up. Opening his little eyes, he looked around, but found it dark and his daddy wasn't next to him. "Daddy," he whispered holding on to his wolf named Panda. "Daddy, I got to go potty." Getting off the bed, he walked out of the bedroom only to run right back in when he saw how dark it was. "Daddy where are you?"

Hearing a gun shot outside, he wet his pajamas and hid under the bed. Crying to himself as he held Panda tight. "Daddy." Hearing Jake's phone go off, he bravely climbed back onto the bed and answered it, just like his daddy showed him. "Daddy?"

"Who is this," asked Edward as he turned down his TV. Jacob didn't have a child's voice.

"Daddy," Elijah asked again as he began to sob. He didn't like being alone, hearing shouts coming from outside, he hid under the covers.

"This is Edward not your daddy." Something clicked into his mind. "Is your daddy named Jacob?" He asked scared for the small child.

"Yes, where's Daddy, it dark and scary."

"Your daddy isn't there?"

Elijah curled himself up with the phone to his ear. "No, I scared."

A sickening feeling formed in Edward's stomach as he spoke the frightened child. "If you keep talking to me, then I help you not be. First can you tell me what your name is?"

"Elijah."

That's who he was talking about this morning, but why didn't he just tell me that he had a son? I would have understood. "Well I'm Edward. Can you tell how old you are?"

"Three, you know Daddy?"

"Yes," Edward said trying to use a calm tone of voice. "We're friends. Elijah is there any grown up with you?"

"No," he sobbed. "I want Daddy. Bad sounds are outside."

"I'm sure he'll come back soon." What the fuck is wrong with him leaving a three year old by himself. God, I wish I knew where he lived. "Elijah do you want to sing a song?"

"No, I'm scared."

"I'm trying to help you not be scared; I'll tell you a story, then sing a song to help. Okay?"

Elijah shivered in his cold pajamas to the fact that he was soaking wet along with there being barely any heat wasn't helping anything."Ok."

Edward smiled a little as he made up a story about a little boy who had to get through a dark forest to visit his family.

As he told the story, Jake wrapped his arms around some stranger's neck as the man bucked his hard penis into Jake's ass. Crying out in pain, he wanted it to end, but he kept telling himself is that it was all for Elijah.

"So the little boy had his trusty pet by his side," said Edward.

"Was it a wolf," asked Elijah feeling better that he was talking with Edward. But he was still scared without his daddy.

"Yes it was and the wolf stayed by the little boy's side through the journey. When they came to a bad person, the wolf howled and scared them away. After exiting the scary forest, they felt the bright sun on their bodies and they saw a road. Walking down it, they came to a house, where the boy's family was. They were happy to see him and gave him cupcakes."

"Was Daddy there?"

"Yes he was there to and he gave the little boy a bunch of kisses and hugs."

Smiling Elijah closed his eyes and envisioned what Edward had said. "Can you sing me and Panda a song?" He asked feeling more relaxed.

"Yes." Edward started to sing a sweet lullaby that he wrote for Renesmee, but never sang to her. Hearing the sweet melody, Elijah fell asleep holding Panda and the phone tight. Hearing soft little breaths, Edward stopped singing and figured out that the child was asleep. Just in case Elijah woke up again, he stayed on the phone.

Early in the morning around seven, Jacob dragged his sore body through the door. The night was pretty good, he had eight customers and made $925, since all of them wanted both. He could feel the disgusting semen dripping out of him into his shorts. His last customer wouldn't pay him at all unless they didn't use a condom. Normally he wouldn't have done that, but it was good money. That customer ended up the roughest and took the longest. They spent two hours together and the guy was willing to drop him back at home and paid him an extra $50 bucks for supposedly being a virgin. That is the story that Jake told him.

Walking into his bedroom, he stepped in a puddle. "What the hell." The stench of stale urine hit his nose and he looked over at Elijah who was clutching his cell phone. "Hello," he said taking it away.

Edward who had fallen asleep on the other side quickly got up, when he heard something. "Hello," he said back.

"Edward, why are you on my phone?"

"Before I answer anything, what kind of parent are you to leave a three year old alone all night? Hell why didn't you tell me you had a son? I would have understood; I could have even helped, so he wouldn't have been left alone"

"It's none of your business what I do!" Jake replied, he was tired and didn't want to deal with this.

"Yes it is. If I hadn't called your phone, I don't want to even think about what might have happened. He woke up. He was scared, don't you care? I should report you to the police."

Jake's heart stopped as he thought about child services taking Elijah away from him. "NO! Please don't, I had to leave him. If I don't whore myself then we'll be living on the streets."

"Let me help you then," said Edward.

"I don't need your damn charity Mr. Star. You know what fuck you. You know nothing about me and what I have to go through." Hanging up, Jake almost threw his phone against the wall, but stopped at the last second.

"Daddy," said Elijah sitting up. He had heard the yelling, but kept quiet. "Where Edward?"

Jake collapsed onto the bed. "I hung up the phone on him. Did you wake up last night?"

"Yes, had to go potty, but did it on floor, sorry.

Jake took his son into his arms. "I'm sorry, but daddy had to work and couldn't find a babysitter. I won't leave you again." Elijah nodded and buried his head into Jake's chest. "Let's take a shower and Daddy will get you something to eat."

"Yes Daddy."

After a very hot shower, Jacob begrudgingly had to call off a day from work, since he had no sitter. On the phone, his supervisor told him that this would be the last time he could call off for three months with pay.

With a sigh, he got him and Elijah dressed and cleaned the pee stained floor. His phone went off as he collected the pee stained bed sheets. It would be a day of boredom doing laundry. "Get that for me Elijah."

"Yes Daddy," Elijah said grabbing the phone. He was hoping that it was Edward again, since he couldn't read; he didn't see whose name appeared on the caller id. "Hi."

Damian took a hit from his cigarette as he drove around town. "Give the phone to your dad now, or once I see you I'm going to beat your ass," he threatened.

Tears ran down the three year olds face as he handed the phone off to Jacob and went to go hide for awhile. "Hello," said Jacob mentally knowing that no good was going to come out of this conversation.

"Where the fuck are you? Your landlord told me you moved out and without my permission." Last night, two nights ago he tried to visit Jacob, but found that his door key didn't work. Doing some detective work or better yet threaten the landlord, he found out what happened.

"Fuck you! I had to leave because of you anyway and where I'm at now, I'll never tell you. I'm sick of you and never want to see you again. You piece of shit."

"What I tell you about disrespecting me, I swear when I found you…"

"Fuck off," Jake screamed hanging up the phone. He felt a weight being pulled off his shoulders now that the sense of freedom came over him. Collecting the dirty laundry, he checked his money to see that they had enough to do two weeks worth. "Elijah come on we have to go do laundry."

"Can I talk to Edward," Elijah asked as he held on to Panda and his little bag that contained things for him to do.

"Not right now."

"But…"

"No buts, I may never see Edward again." As those words escaped his mouth, he felt something in his stomach. A sickening feeling that never existed before, shaking the feeling away he and Elijah left to do mass amounts of laundry.

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Edward stopped his car in front of a red light, as he made his way to his record company. He has a son; why in the hell would he be scared to tell me. Why should I even care, it's not we're going out. Who are you feeling Edward? You like him. As he thought about his predicament Edward couldn't see any good about loving Jacob. Ok if I do enter a relationship with him, the press will eat us alive, but I will gain someone that I actually love and a child that is not a spoiled brat. I shouldn't have told him that I would call the police; his life must be beyond stressful. I should say sorry. Pulling out his phone, he dialed Jacob's number.

Four rings went by before someone answered. "Hello," said Elijah as he sat on a plastic chair in the laundromat watching Jacob separate their clothes.

"Hello Elijah, its Edward."

"Hi," the toddler cried cheerfully. "Daddy doing laun…laun…"

"Laundry?"

"Yep, what you doing?"

"Well I'm going to work; can I talk to your daddy?"

"Yep. Daddy," Elijah cried jumping off the chair and handing the phone to Jacob.

Jake stared at the caller id and debated if he should answer or not. Seeing Elijah's excited face, he decided to talk. "What do you want to tell me that you called the police?" He asked.

"No, I want to apologize for that, but you have to admit leaving him was stupid. I understand now why you would. I wanted to ask if you and Elijah would like to meet up with me somewhere. A friend of mine owns a private zoo or we can go to the movies, or just you and him can come over and I will cook dinner for you guys."

"Why?"

"Because okay let me explain, with my lifestyle I meet a lot of fake people that only want me because of my talent, money and looks. So when I start to trust someone they end up doing something extremely stupid. For some strange reason, I feel that won't happen with you. You can't tell me that you don't need a friend right now to look out for you?"

"I do, but you try to control me like someone I know."

"I'm only looking out for you, so what about dinner sometime this week?"

"Sure, just tell me when. Um… I'm going to be changing my number soon, so when I do; I'll tell you."

"Alright, I'm have to meeting to go to, so I'll call you later tonight. If you'll be home."

"I will," Jake said.

"Can I say bye to Elijah?"

"Sure. Elijah say bye to Edward."

Taking the phone, Elijah smiled. "Bye bye Edward," he said.

"Bye little guy, guess what we're going to see each other very soon."

"Yay," he cheered. "Can Panda come?"

"Yes he can, bye little guy and give the phone back to your daddy." Elijah handed the phone back off to Jacob. "Bye Jake."

"Bye." Hanging up, Jacob felt something, almost a sense of belonging to someone that appreciated him. On the other side, Edward felt the same way, as he grinned to himself. For the first time in months, he felt truly happy.

A/N- Thank you for reading the chapter, please tell me how it went.

Next Chapter- Rosalie comes into the story and Alice comes back. Some more back story about Bella and Edward is told and of course the dinner.