Disclaimer: Again, Stephenie Meyer owns the characters other than Anya and Killian.

Loving the reaction I'm getting for this story. All of you seem to love Killian and Anya, which I love because the two of them are awesome. Don't you want the two of them to gang up and beat the crap out of Jasper? Well, I do. Might happen. Might not. You'll find out if it does.

"What are you going to do?" She asked and I shook my head, looking up at her.

"I don't know."

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I kept myself busy as the afternoon wore on, packing my things up at just before five so that I could get Killian from the after day programme that his day care provided for parents that worked longer hours.

I smiled at the thought of my little boy, his life was so simple and he had nothing to worry about at the moment. All he had to worry about was what he was going to have for dinner and could he watch TV in the afternoon.

I wish life stayed that simple.

I walked out of the office, saying goodbye to Bella who smiled up at me as she packed up her things. I knew that she was eager to get home. It was her and Alec's date night and she was always eager to leave early on Monday's. Because they both worked a lot, Bella being here whenever I needed her and Alec as a surgeon at the California Pacific Medical Center. The both of them worked lot but made sure to have a date night once a week. The days weren't always the same, depending on Alec's hours but the majority of the time, it was on Monday nights.

I wished her a good night and made my way out to the car.

"Edward!" I stopped, hearing the voice behind me before turning around and seeing Jasper leaning against a black Mercedes. He smirked at me as I stood next to my car.

"What do you want?" I asked, hearing the weariness in my own voice, feeling absolutely exhausted at trying to deal with what he wanted.

"To talk." He walked over to me, stopping in front of me, a smirk on his face. "What excuse are you going to use this time?"

That pissed me off. "Excuse? You turn up at my house at two am and you expect me to sit there and talk to you? You've lost your mind, Jasper." I spat, throwing my briefcase and jacket into the back of my car, making sure to block the view of the booster seat for Killian. I didn't want him to find out about him before I knew what he wanted from me. What he was doing here.

"It was the only time I could guarantee that you would be at home." He shrugged as though it was normal to invade people's sleep like that.

"Where did you get my address from in the first place?" I crossed my arms, leaning against my car, not taking my eyes away from his. They were still the same stormy blue I'd fallen in love with I had to fight to keep myself from giving in to them again.

"I have my ways." Again with the shrug. I chuckled darkly, shaking my head. "I wanted to find you. I hadn't heard from you in five years and then you're just . . . there."

"Well, whose fault is that?" I shot back and he looked taken aback at my tone. Did he think I was just going to roll over and let him try and blame me for the fact that he hadn't been there when I needed him.

"Look, fifteen minutes." His eyes were pleading and I looked at my watch, knowing that I had to pick up Killian.

"Fifteen minutes." I said with finality and he grinned at me, his dimples appearing as his eyes gleamed. There was something in his eyes that I couldn't place and I wasn't sure I liked it. He had to have had a reason for leaving me five years ago and I doubted that those reasons had changed. "Wait here." I pulled out my phone, stepping away from him as I called Jake. He was one of the ones that I had put on the list of people that were able to pick up Killian.

He agreed quickly, saying that he would be there in a couple of minutes. He demanded that he tell me what was going on and I promised him that I would when I saw him later. He reluctantly agreed and I hung up, walking slowly back over to Jasper.

"Coffee?" He asked, an unreadable look on his face and I saw that he was pocketing his phone. He must have been talking with someone else, letting them know that he was going to be late or something like that. Maybe it was the guy from the coffee shop on Saturday. I wasn't even sure why I cared anymore.

"Sure." I muttered, walking around to the driver's side of the car. "Eclipse Café. Separate cars." I didn't give him any choice as I climbed into the car and pulled out of the parking lot. I didn't look back to see if he was following me, knowing that if he really wanted to talk, he would be.

I cursed myself for my stupidity. How could I have agreed to have coffee with him? Part of me knew why. I wanted to know why he'd left me with nothing and no one, when I needed people around me. I needed the people I loved and being turned away without knowing why broke my heart even more than it had already been shattered.

I pulled outside the café and sat in the car for a moment, resting my head on the steering wheel before climbing out. I walked inside, not wanting him to see how much him just being in the same city as me again was rattling me. It wasn't my welfare I was interested in. I wanted to make sure that he didn't affect my son in any way. I knew that if he was here to stay, especially having taken Anya on as his corporate lawyer, I would have to tell him about Killian. I didn't want to risk him affecting my son in a negative way.

But how could any of this be anything positive.

After ordering my drink, I took a seat, pulling out my phone, seeing a text from Anya. She wanted to know what the hell I was thinking and if I was going to tell him about Killian. I bit my lip, replying that I wasn't exactly sure about what I was doing and I didn't know whether or not I was going to tell him about Killian.

I would judge from how he was today about whether he deserved to know about him. I know everyone says that they deserve to know about their children but those people had obviously never been put in the position to have to choose. They would say that I had to tell him but in my mind, I had to weight up the pros and cons of telling him about Killian and vice versa telling Killian about him.

He'd never made any indication that he wanted to know who his other father was. He knew that he didn't have a mommy, that he'd been 'inside my tummy' as I'd told him instead of a mommy's tummy like everyone else. He thought that he was special and I told him that he most definitely was. He hadn't asked about Jasper at all, not seeming interested in wanting to know anything about it.

Not wanting to disrupt his happy little world, I didn't bring him up, telling myself that when he asked about him, then I would tell him about his father.

But up till now there had been nothing.

"Nice little place." I looked up from my phone to see Jasper sitting down, placing his coffee in front of him before sitting back in the overstuffed chair of the café. "You come here often?"

"Sometimes." I replied, not wanting to get into anything too personal or hint at Killian.

"So," he picked up his coffee, sitting back in the chair again, "how have you been?"

I let out a breath, shaking my head. "Seriously?" I glared at him as he sat there, looking at me, confused. "Are we really going to do this? Sit here and act like things aren't completely fucked up between us? You really want to sit there and act like we're old friends catching up?"

He looked down at his lap, clearly not expecting my words and I glared at him. What was he expecting? To sit here, have a coffee and a chat? Not a chance.

"What do you want, Jasper? What are you doing here?" He sighed, putting his cup down again.

"I wanted to see you again. I wanted to see if you'd changed at all." He shrugged and I felt myself getting angry.

"You wanted to see me again?" I spat out and he nodded, clearly not hearing my tone or at least ignoring it. "So, you wanted to do this, not caring how it might affect me. You have no right to demand anything of me Jasper. You left me. You emptied our apartment of everything that was yours and you left. I had no way of contacting you and not only that but you took everyone I loved with you. I was left completely alone and I didn't know why."

"Oh, I'm sure you know why." He chuckled darkly and I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Excuse me?" I growled and he looked up at me, his eyes dark. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means I know, Edward." He sat there and stared at me while I looked at him, completely confused.

"Know what?" What the hell was he supposed to know that I didn't?

"You know, I wasn't planning on seeing you ever again but even after all this time, I thought that you might be able to tell me the truth." What? "And maybe even apologise."

"Apologise for what?" I put my coffee down on the table in front of me. I was starting to get pissed off now. He was hinting at something I was supposed to have done or kept from him and I had no idea what it was. Unless he knew about Killian and had done all this time and wanted me to come out and tell him right here.

"For fu-" He ran a hand through his hair, glaring at me. "I know about him, Edward." He did know about Killian. "I know about that asshole you had going when we were together. I still just can't believe that I'd been stupid enough to believe that you loved me."

"What?" What the hell was he talking about?

"Don't even try to deny it, Edward. I saw you." He laughed, sounding slightly hysterical. "I saw you with him. On my birthday. In that fucking alleyway."

I felt the blood drain from my face and I started to feel sick. He had been there. He thought that I was cheating on him, that something was going with the man in the alley. He had been there the night I had almost died.

And he'd done nothing.

I took a deep breath. "I'm gonna be sick." I threw my hand over my mouth and rushed out of the shop and made my way towards my car. I placed my hands on the roof of my car, leaning over, taking deep breaths.

"What? Can't handle the fact that I've known all along?" He'd followed me outside, sounding really pissed. "Can't handle the fact that there was actually a reason for me to leave? That there was a reason no one wanted anything to do with you? Can't handle the fact that we've known all along that you're not the innocent victim you led everyone around here to believe you are?"

"What do you want, Jasper? Why are you here?"

"Why am I here? You want to know why I'm here? Because you destroyed me that night, Edward. It's because of you that I haven't been able to trust anyone properly in five years. It's because of you that your family is broken. You realise that they've all been worried about you, don't you?"

"If they really wanted to get in contact with me my phone number and email are still the same. They could have done so. They on the other hand, had changed everything. I tried calling them but I got the message that the numbers I was calling were no longer in service and any emails I sent bounced straight back with the message that the email address I was trying to send it to didn't exist." I stood up straight, glaring at him. He thought that he was justified in his actions of leaving me with nothing. He didn't know the half of it. "You're saying that all of this is my fault. Maybe if you hadn't jumped to conclusions then you would have known that I wasn't cheating on you. I didn't know the man in the alley. Yes, there was someone there but if you hadn't just decided that that was what was happening, you would have known that I ended in hospital that night. That I had to rely on a complete stranger to save my life."

"What the hell are you talking about?" He spat out, a flicker of doubt running across his face.

"Google it. It's all there." I spat out before climbing into my car and drying off. I felt myself shaking as I drove, making my way over to Jake's.

I glanced in my rearview mirror, seeing Jasper standing there, watching me drive away. I was glad that he hadn't started to follow me but I couldn't stop the tears from falling as I drove.

Jake answered the door almost immediately, his grin falling as soon as he saw me standing there. He stepped aside, letting me into the house to find my son.

"Daddy!" I knelt down, catching Killian as he launched himself at me, squeezing me tightly. He knew that I always picked him up from day care unless there was a really good reason, so he was probably really confused at the fact that Jake was there instead of me. He might love his Uncle Jake, but we had a routine and he didn't like to be strayed from that.

"Why you sad, Daddy?" He asked, wiping the tears off of my cheek, looking sadly at me.

I shrugged, shaking my head, not wanting to try and explain to him what had happened earlier on in the day. He probably wouldn't understand what was going on anyway. "Sometimes grownups are just sad, Peanut."

"Grownups are silly." He stated, full of conviction and I chuckled.

"Yeah, grownups are silly." I agreed and he leaned against me. I wrapped my arm around the backs of his legs and picked him up, settling him on my hip. He opened his legs, straddling my hip as he rested his head on my chest. I looked at Jake and Leah who were standing there watching the two of us. I tried to put Killian down so I could talk to the two of them alone but he wouldn't let go. He only held on tighter and I could see that he knew something was wrong. "He was there." I whispered and the two of them looked confused. "That night. He was there."

"What?" Jake went from confused to pissed in less than a second and I nodded, looking down at my little boy who now had his thumb in his mouth. He didn't usually suck his thumb, only when he needed some kind of comfort, so I let it go. "He was there?"

"He thought that it was . . . something it wasn't." I hinted and the two of them looked at each other clearly confused. "He thought that I was . . . you know . . . with someone else." I didn't want to actually say it in front of Killian because I knew that he would parrot whatever was said around him in the form of a question. He was curious about anything and everything that was going on around him. Almost to the point where it pissed everyone around him off.

But of course, he was cute enough so that everyone went with it and told him whatever he wanted to know in ways he could understand. Either that or they used the age old sentence of 'you should ask your Dad', and sicking me with the hard questions.

Thankfully he hadn't asked me where babies came from yet. But with Leah getting close and Anya now expecting, I had a feeling that that question was not far off.

"So I'm guessing that Monkey wasn't mentioned?" Jake asked and I shook my head. "Are you going to tell him?"

"I don't know." I sighed, running my fingers through his hair gently. "If he continues to behave the way he did today, not a chance in hell. But Anya's taken him on at the firm," I held up a hand, silencing Jake, "she didn't know it was him until it was too late to back out of having him as a client. There's a chance that he's going to see Killian or someone's going to mention when he's around. I don't know what's better. Letting him find out on his own or actually telling him."

"You need to tell him, Ed." Leah urged and I nodded, knowing that I had to but just not wanting to.

Jasper had changed immensely since I last knew him. And from what I saw and heard earlier, he thought that I had cheated on him, so he blamed me. He said that he hadn't been able to trust anyone in the last five years and that that was my fault.

When essentially, by not trying to find out what was actually happening, he had left me to die.

And that was what wore on me more than anything.

"You're right." I sighed, looking down at Killian who looked up at me, his eyes wide and I couldn't stop the smile appearing on my lips. He was my entire world and I couldn't allow anything to happen to him. "I hate to ask but . . ."

"You don't have to." Leah said softly, smiling and nodding. Jake nodded, wrapping an arm around her as he watched me carefully.

I knelt down again, placing Killian in front of me. He refused to let me go and I had to pry his arms from around my neck. "Hey, Peanut. I need you to stay here for tonight, okay?" I said softly and he shook his head, launching himself at me again. "It's just for a little bit okay? Daddy has some things to do and I need you to stay with Jake and Leah, okay?"

"Why can't I come?" He looked up at me, his eyes wide and I wondered what had happened today to make him like this. Normally, while he was a child who loved contact with those close to him and would get as much of it as he could he was never clingy, understanding that when I had to go out, he had to stay with either Jake and Leah or Anya and Masen. I didn't want him around when I called Jasper. I knew that everyone was right. I had to tell him about Killian before he found out and shit hit the fan.

"Because this is grown up stuff. Don't worry, I'll come and get you later on but Leah and Jake are going to make you dinner, okay?" I asked and he pouted, looking down at the ground. "Hey, don't be sad."

"You leaving me?" He asked and I wondered what was going on. I looked up at Jake and Leah and the two of them nodded, walking out of the room. I sat down in front of him, not caring that I was sitting on the floor.

"What's the matter, Peanut?" I asked, trying to get him to look at me. He wouldn't look at me and I raised his chin up. "Hey, look at me." He reluctantly raised his eyes to meet mine. "What's the matter?"

"You gonna leave me?" He asked again and I felt my heart breaking.

"No, Peanut. Of course not. I just have to go out for a little while. Why do you think I would leave you?" I asked and his lip quivered. I pulled him close to me, trying to think of something that could have happened. "Tell me what happened?" He shook his head and I sighed. I pulled away from him, looking him in the eye. "Alright. I love you, you know that, right?" He sniffed, nodding and I nodded with him. "You . . ." I tapped a finger on his nose and he giggled gently. "Are the best thing in my life. I love you more than anything in the world."

"Love you too, Daddy." He said, wrapping his arms around me.

"I'll never leave you, baby." I whispered and he giggled as my breath hit his neck. I closed my eyes, pulling him tightly to me. Even though I didn't know what was wrong, what had happened, I knew that he would tell me what had happened at some point soon. "Right, I have to go out now. But I'll be back soon, okay, baby?" He nodded and I stood up as Jake and Leah walked into the room.

"You going?" Jake asked and I nodded.

"I'll be back later to pick him up." I assured them and they waved me off.

"Take your time, man." I nodded, leaning down and giving Killian an Eskimo kiss which made him giggle.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and hit Anya's number, hoping that she was still at the office.

"Hey, Rogers. Everything okay?"

"Kind of, um . . . I need a favour." She hummed, waiting for me to ask before she gave an actual answer. "Are you still at the office?" She answered that she was. "I need you to find me Jasper Whitlock's number." I sighed and I could practically hear her freeze. "He was there, An. He was across the street that night. He thought that I was cheating on him that night and . . ."

"You don't need to say anything more." Her voice was deadly and I was glad that I didn't have anything to be afraid of when she used that voice. I never planned on being on the receiving end of that voice. She rattled off his number and I put it into my phone while still on the line. Amazing what technology can do these days, huh?

We hung up and I drove back home, before I called Jasper, sitting in my car while I did it.

I dialled the number that Anya had given me and I let out a breath as the phone started ringing in my ear.

"Whitlock." He didn't sound happy.

"We need to talk." I made sure that my voice was strong, even though I felt anything but inside. I didn't say any kind of greeting which I was sure he'd probably be offended at. Manners were something that had always been important to Jasper. Unless that had changed as well. "My house, fifteen minutes. You don't turn up, don't bother me again."

I didn't give him any chance to answer before I hung up the phone and leaned back in my car. I wondered for a second if I was doing the right thing but I reasoned in my mind that I had to do this. I couldn't risk him finding out about Killian any other way.

I walked into the house, taking off my jacket and shoes, considering putting some of Killian's toys away. I decided against it, thinking about how I was telling Jasper about him anyway. If he saw things that belonged to Killian, then it might make it more real for him. Whether he would believe that Killian was actually his, I didn't know. It was one of the bad things about why Killian looked so much like me. If he looked a bit more like Jasper, it wouldn't be questionable.

There was a heavy knock on the door and I looked at my phone call log, seeing that it had been thirteen minutes since I called Jasper. I glanced through the peephole, seeing Jasper standing there, looking pissed.

I opened the door and his eyes darted up to mine.

"What the hell is all this about, Edward?" He snapped, shoving his hands in his pockets. There was someone else sitting in the car that I noticed, watching the two of us.

"You might want to come inside."

"As long as it's quick." He snarled, practically pushing past me into the house and I chuckled, closing the door. Never one for patience was Jasper.

I walked through into the living room, looking at the pictures of Killian and I that I had scattered around the room. "There's something we need to talk about. Well, actually, there's something I need to tell you and it has nothing to do with what you threw at me earlier." He snorted, crossing his arms. "You left me, Jasper. You left me for no reason. Even though you think that you had a reason, you didn't. And what you don't realise is that at the time you left me . . . I was pregnant."

His eyes widened and I knew that being in the medical field, he knew about the chances of male pregnancy. It was clear that he hadn't actually come across it before but he'd heard of it. His eyes glanced towards the pictures I had on the walls and mantel piece. They were baby pictures of Killian and I smirked, seeing the wheels turning in his mind.

"Yes, Jasper. He's yours."

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