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

Time for Jasper's reaction.

What does he have to say for himself?

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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He stood there, staring at me, clearly digesting my words.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He spat clearly not pleased with the words that had come out of my mouth. He was probably expecting me to come clean about what he thought. There was no way I was going to do that considering what he was accusing me of was complete nonsense.

"I'm talking about the fact that you're a father, Jasper." I replied, standing my ground, crossing my arms across my chest. "You're a father to a little boy."

"Yeah right." He laughed and I raised an eyebrow at him. "What the hell is this, Edward? What? Don't like the fact that I've known what you did for the last five years that you're trying to pull this shit on me? What are you after? My money? Let me guess, you think that because I left you, you want to get your hands on some of my money."

I barked out a laugh. "You're kidding me, right? You think too highly of yourself, Jasper. Let me put it this way: if it was your money I was after, there was nothing that could have stopped me when I found out that I was expecting. If it was just your money I was after, I would have come after you years ago. The reason I am telling you now, is because my friends and people that know about you being his father believed it was the best thing for me to do. But now, I'm wishing that I had just kept it to myself. Because from what I can see, there is nothing that you can give my son but misery."

"I want a DNA." He bit out and I chuckled, shaking my head. "And not a saliva swab, either."

"Not a chance." I shook my head, not backing down on that one. "If you want a DNA, you can do it my way or not at all. I am not subjecting my son to anything that's going to hurt or upset him. You're in no position to demand anything, Jasper. I don't want anything from you, I don't need anything from you. I just thought that you should know about him. Now that that's done, you're free to do whatever you want."

"You think that you can just drop that on me and that's it?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "No, I'm not going anywhere. You had no right to keep him from me, Edward."

"No right? You think I had no right to keep him from you? Well, alright then, tell me this, how the fuck was I supposed to tell you about him when you disappear. You left Jasper and there was no way for me to contact you in any way. You changed your number, you changed your email, your family wouldn't talk to me, hell my family wouldn't talk to me. You left and they followed. I was left completely alone at a time when I needed my family. Because of you."

"No, they left because they didn't understand what you did-"

"What? You told them that I cheated on you?!" I was pissed and I felt my lip curling into a sneer. "That's what you think, isn't it? You think I cheated on you? Jasper, I loved you more than I thought I could ever love anyone. There is no way in hell that I could ever cheat on you and if you hadn't jumped to fucking conclusions that night, you would have known that."

"How could I-"

"I'm not done!" I growled and he stopped, glaring at me. "You want to know what was actually happening when you stood there, watching? Do you?" He glared at me again, nodding once. I laughed, running a hand through my hair. "Well, you remember that there was that guy going around killing men at that point?" It was a rhetorical question so I didn't wait for him to give me an answer. "Well, up till that point, he'd killed nine men. And that night that you saw me in the alleyway with that man, he was trying to make me number ten. What you saw was not me cheating on you. What you saw was someone trying to kill me. And you walked away."

By the time I had finished speaking, Jasper had gone pale. Apparently my words had sunk in and he was actually listening to me now. Maybe it would dawn on him that I had nearly died and he could have stopped it. If he hadn't jumped to conclusions, there was a chance that we could have been together now, rather than standing here, at each other's throats.

"You made a choice that night, Jasper. You made the choice to walk away. A choice that could have gotten me killed. It's only because of two strangers who now happen to be my best friends, that I'm still alive. If it wasn't for them, I would be six feet under right now." I let out a laugh. "And to think, I was actually planning on telling you what the doctor had told me that night. Instead, I end up in the hospital, trying to call you, call my family and finding that no one was picking up. And then when I get home the next day, I find practically all of your stuff gone." I levelled a glare at him and he stared back at me. I knew I was throwing some heavy stuff at him but he needed to understand that I had not done anything wrong. "Now, I'm telling you to walk away. Killian doesn't need any upset in his life and that's all you're going to bring him. Walk away."

"What?" The glare was back and I responded with one of my own. "You think I'm just going to walk away from my son when I've only just found out about him. Not a chance in hell. I'm not letting you take him away from me again."

"Again?" Who the hell was this guy? This was not the man I had fallen in love with. I didn't know this man and I didn't trust him around my little boy. "I didn't take him away from you in the first place! You. Left. Me! You left me with no explanation and no way to contact you. How the hell was I supposed to tell you? National broadcast? You fucking delusional, Jasper and to be honest, the way you're being right now, I don't think I want you anywhere near my son."

"So he's just your son?" He scoffed, shaking his head and I smirked.

"In the eyes of the law, yes, he is." He looked at me, confused and I laughed. "You're not on his birth certificate, Jasper."

"What?"

"You're not on his birth certificate." I shrugged and I could see the tips of his ears turning pink. "You have no claim on him."

"That doesn't matter." He shrugged my words off, smirking and I wondered what was going through his mind. "You think I'm just going to leave? Not a chance in hell. I'm not going to just go away like you want me to. I'm going to make sure that I can see him. I want my son." He turned, starting to walk over to the door.

"What are you going to do, Jasper?" I shook my head as he turned around. "I'm a lawyer. I specialise in family law. I know everything there is to know about this."

"Look, I don't want to go through the courts, Edward." He sighed, looking even more pissed off than before. "But I will be seeing my son."

"Not with that attitude you're not." There was no way I was budging on this. "You really think that you can act like that and that a four year old is not going to be frightened of you? He's a very sensitive child, aware of everything that happens around him and there is no way that I am letting you near him when you're behaving like this. Sort out your attitude and we can discuss it. Not before then."

"You don't have the right to do that." He snarled and I smirked at him. "I told you I don't want to go to court over this but I will if I have-"

"Really? What do you think the courts are going to say when I tell them that you actually saw me being attacked – an attack that, if it hadn't been for two complete strangers, would have left me dead – and walked away, completely disappearing from my life while I was recovering from said attack and pregnant at the same time. What do you think they'll say when I tell them that there was no way I could get in contact with you or anyone in my family for years and then you turn up in my life making demands when I told you about Killian, being aggressive and bordering on abusive? What do you think they're going to say to that?" It was a low blow but if making Jasper out to be the bad guy meant that Killian didn't have to bear the brunt of his anger. If he was going to be this way, I didn't want him anywhere near my son.

"You can't do that?"

"Actually, yes I can, because it's all true." I stepped towards him, not breaking eye contact and keeping my arms crossed. "He is my son and I will be deciding at what pace we will be progressing. We will not be introducing you as his father straight away. It'll be too confusing for him. Apart from the fact that he hasn't asked anything about you at all."

"What do you mean?" He asked, looking slightly shocked.

"He hasn't asked about you. He hasn't mentioned you at all. Absolutely nothing. I've thought about bringing you up to him but then I decided that if he wanted to know about you, he would ask. He knows he doesn't have a mom like everyone else. He knows he has two dads but other than that, he hasn't really indicated that he wants anything to do with you." I shrugged and his jaw dropped open. "Like I said, we will be doing this my way. He doesn't know you. You mean nothing to him."

"Well, maybe you could have made sure that I did."

"Really?" I scoffed, shaking my head. This man really had no idea how to handle a child, did he? "So, you would have disrupted his life for a man there was no guarantee he would ever meet? Because that's the truth Jasper and I'm not ashamed of it. I won't deny that if you hadn't turned up at that coffee shop and practically forced yourself back into my life, you probably wouldn't know about him. And probably wouldn't unless he decided he wanted to know you." The look on his face would have made me laugh if this wasn't so serious. "I have your number and when I feel that you're in the right frame of mind to see Killian, then we can talk about it. But not before."

"You can't jus-"

"Yes, I can." I cut him off and he looked pissed. "I don't you anymore, Jasper. But what I do know is that I don't like who you've become. You might be used to getting your own way now but I can tell you it will not be happening your way in this case. I don't care who you are when you're at work, that doesn't matter to me but if and when I decide to let you around Killian, I need to know that he's safe."

"You really think that I'd hurt him."

"Not physically maybe but there's no telling what he could pick up on. Like I said, he's a sensitive child and he absorbs everything that happens around him." He scowled at me, probably noting from my posture that this was all non-negotiable. "Oh, and I'd wear a cup around your new corporate lawyer."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Confusion flitted over his features and I smirked and I turned, grabbing a picture of Anya and Killian. It happened to be one of my favourite pictures. I held it up for him to see and his eyes flicked to the picture.

"She look familiar?" His eyes hardened and I took that as a yes. "Like I said, don't piss her off. She's pretty attached to my little boy."

"Whatever," he huffed, turning on his heel and yanking the door open. "I'll be in touch."

I didn't doubt that.

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"So, wait? He just stormed out and said 'I'll be in touch'?" Jake laughed and I nodded, smiling as I dug into my pot of ice cream as he devoured his.

"Ooh, sounds dangerous." Anya giggled, sitting there with her own pot.

Jake, Leah, Anya and Masen had decided to invade my home the night after my confrontation with Jasper. Thankfully, he hadn't contacted me today, like I thought he might do but then again, it was still early days yet. I didn't think that he would back down. He'd really changed and I didn't know or like who he had become. If he thought that I had cheated on him and that caused the drastic change in him, then he really only had himself to blame. If he hadn't walked away. If he hadn't left, he would have found out what was actually going on.

I pushed thoughts of him out of my mind, not wanting to bring down the tone of the evening. Masen and Anya had told Jake and Leah that they were expecting and the two women had squealed an ear-splitting squeal that even made Killian cover his ears. We all laughed at his reaction.

He had his own small bowl of ice cream taken from my pot. It seems he took after me in his favourite being cookie dough ice cream. We didn't have it often and it was a treat he was not going to pass up on. Although he did end up getting more of it around his mouth rather than in his mouth.

But then again, he wouldn't be as adorable as he was if he was neat and tidy.

I knew that when he crawled up onto the sofa and curled up into my side, his eyes drooping that I knew it was time to put him down. "Alright," I leaned forward, placing my ice cream on the coffee table and pulling him onto my lap, holding him around his back and under his legs as I stood up. "It's someone's bedtime." He protested weakly and I chuckled, walking out of the room as the others called goodnight to him.

I knew that he was tired because he didn't put up the fight that he normally did when I was trying to get him into bed. He was sat there, blinking at me sleepily, holding up his arms as I put his pyjama top on. I picked him up, pulling his comforter down and settling him under the covers, tucking him in. He curled up on his side, smiling at me as I knelt down next to him.

"Baby star." He mumbled sleepily, his eyes already closed.

"Okay," I whispered, softly saying the poem. He was asleep before I'd finished and I smiled to myself, watching him. I leaned forward, kissing his forehead gently. "Love you, Peanut." I whispered, walking around his bed, turning on his nightlight and leaving the door slightly open, just as I always did.

There was a knock on the door and I called down for one of the others to answer it as I made my way into my bedroom, getting ready for bed. I knew that they wouldn't be here for much longer and I figured that while I was up here, I might as well get changed.

I frowned as I heard raised voices from downstairs, one of them extremely familiar and I took a deep breath as I pulled on my pants before walking downstairs. I checked in on Killian, seeing that the argument that I could hear rising in volume hadn't disturbed him. I had to end this before it did.

I walked down the stairs to see Anya standing there, looking extremely pissed before she looked up at me. She glanced to the door and I saw Masen standing in front of it, the same way that I had been standing when Jasper came to the house. The voice I heard from the other side was female, so I knew it wasn't Jasper but I had heard that voice nearly every day for twenty four years before she disappeared so I knew exactly who it was.

"Masen," I called and he turned to look at me, his expression the same as his wife. I pulled on my slippers, which yes, were fluffy slippers that probably didn't fit the tone of the moment but I really didn't care. They were comfortable and that's what I was going for when I bought them.

He turned to Anya, leaving the door unblocked. Jake was standing behind it so it didn't open any further should someone push it from the outside.

I walked over to the door, placing the lock on the catch so I could open it again before looking at the person on the other side of the door. She looked the same as she always had. Tall, her blonde hair in loose curled, ice blue eyes that she got from our father, glaring at me as I stepped outside and stood in front of her, closing the door.

"What do you want, Rosalie?" I asked, crossing my arms across my chest, staring back at her. My sister knew and hated the fact that she couldn't intimidate me. Everyone else she came into contact with – apart from my friends, apparently – was intimidated by her beauty. She was a beautiful woman and she knew it. It was something she'd played on all her life. But it didn't work with me.

And she knew it.

"I heard I have a nephew." She stated, mimicking my stance.

"And let me guess where you heard that." I smirked, rolling my eyes. "Jasper." I let out a laugh, shaking my head. "I don't care what you've heard Rosalie. What do you want?"

"To find out if it's true."

"What does it matter if it is?" I shrugged, staring at her. "Even if it is, you're not getting anywhere near him." Her expression turned to a sneer and I internally smirked again but kept my expression schooled. "I'm going to tell you exactly what I told Jasper when he turned up at my door in the middle of the night, which, is not appreciated by the way. "You all said everything you needed to say when you disappeared. You made yourselves clear when you all deserted me when I needed you the most. Now, I am not talking about this with you. You want to know what actually happened the night Jasper claimed to have seen me cheating on him – yes, he mentioned that and it's bullshit and if you actually really knew me like I thought you did, you would know that. You want to find out what really happened, you can ask Jasper, because he now knows exactly what happened. Now, if you don't mind, get off my property."

I turned and pushed the door open, closing it behind me, locking the door as I leaned my head back onto it.

I opened my eyes to see the four of them watching me.

"Who was that?" Anya asked, her eyes narrowed as she watched door as though my sister was going to somehow force her way through it. Though to be fair, it wouldn't surprise me.

"My sister, who apparently, still talks to Jasper." I sighed, walking back through to the living room and grabbing what was left of my ice cream. I found that it had melted slightly but it didn't seem to have been attacked by any of the others.

"What the hell was she doing here?" Jake asked, sitting down on the other sofa next to Leah, wrapping an arm around her. Masen sat down in the chair that Anya had been sitting on while she sat down next to me, rubbing my arm gently.

"She said that she heard she had a nephew." I shrugged and they raised their eyebrows at me. It was actually a funny sight, seeing all of them sitting there with the same expression on their faces. "I told her that she wasn't getting anywhere near him. Don't worry, I will be having words with Jasper about this. He had to have known that she was going to come here. He's not stupid."

"Don't worry." Anya sighed, resting her head on the back of the sofa. "It'll be okay, Rogers."

"Okay," we all looked at Jake who was sitting there looking confused. "Off topic but something I want to know. I know I've known you, what? Three years?" I nodded, wondering what he was talking about. "Why is it I've never found out why she calls you Rogers?"

I looked at Anya, who looked right back and we both laughed. Masen was grinning as well as the other two were looking at the three of us like we'd lost our minds. We probably had.

"Someone going to explain?" He asked and we all laughed again.

"Alright," I chuckled, shaking my head. "It was about a month after the three of us had moved here from Seattle and Anya and I were, doing what we're doing now, sitting around eating ice cream."

"To be fair, you weren't up for anything more active." She giggled and I glared at her before nodding along. I wasn't really in a position to be out and about at that point in time. She looked at Jake, grinning. "He was huge." My mouth dropped open and she rolled her eyes. "You can't argue. You were about to pop."

"As I recall, I did two days later." I laughed and she nodded, giggling.

Four Years, Eight Months Earlier

Anya's eyes were wide as the baby pushed against her hand. She loved to sit there, her hand on my belly, waiting for the baby to move. I didn't mind when she did it because I knew that she had fallen in love with the baby before he'd even been born.

It was when strangers did it that it pissed me off.

It's like your belly suddenly became public property.

I shifted, pushing on the top of my belly slightly trying to get him to move to no avail. He was in a comfortable position and wasn't going to move.

"You okay?" Anya asked, pulling two tubs of ice cream out of the shopping bag before disappearing and getting some spoons for the both of us.

"Yeah," I shifted again, seeing if it would help. "He's just got his foot wedged under my ribs again."

"Aw," she pouted, rubbing the spot she knew he was.

"It's alright, he'll shift again soon enough."

"Yeah, but he'll make you miserable in the meantime."

"We'll there's not much I can do about that now is there. It's like when he decides to take a drop kick to one of my kidneys. He does what he wants to in there." I gently scraped my nails over my bump, wincing as he moved again. It seemed like he was stretching out, his foot pushing up even more. "I think he's trying to break my rib." I chuckled and she laughed again, settling next to me, rubbing her hand over the point where he was.

"He still moving a lot?" She asked and I nodded, smiling at her as I dug into my ice cream.

"Yup. According to my doctor that's a good thing. The fact that he's still moving so much means that he's okay." She hummed, nodding as she ate a spoonful of her own ice cream.

"Just think, in a couple of weeks, you're gonna have a baby!" She grinned, almost squealing and I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face as I rested my hand on my belly. "You scared?"

"Fucking terrified." I laughed, looking over at her. She raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged. "Yeah, even though he's taken to kicking me to pieces from the inside out and I'm pretty sure that my kidneys won't function properly from the beating, while he's in there . . . I know that he's safe. I know that nothing can hurt him in there."

She hummed again, resting her hand above mine. "He'll be fine." I nodded, knowing that he would. "Okay, let's bring some life back into this night." She grinned, pushing herself off of the sofa and moving over to the DVD player.

I laughed when the title screen for 'The Gay Divorce' appeared on the screen and knew that only Anya would think that, ice cream, Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers was a good way to spend a Friday evening.

We spent the next hour and a half singing along to the songs we both knew the lyrics to, laughing at each other when they messed up. The slightly embarrassing thing was that I knew more of Ginger Rogers' lines than I did Fred Astaire's.

"Oh my God, you're the guy Ginger." She giggled and I wondered if she'd had liqueur ice cream rather than the normal kind. "Wanna dance, Rogers?"

"I don't think I could get up right now, let alone dance." I laughed and she giggled, leaning against me.

"Alright, Rogers," she winked and I rolled my eyes at her. "I guess I'll let you off until the little ones' here."

"Thank you." I rolled my eyes again and she ended up giggling again. I swear she was drunk. Maybe she'd switched her soda with something harder. Well, it wasn't like I could lean forward on my own to check.

I sat there, running my fingers over my bump, Anya sitting next to me, doing the same thing, our hands sometimes brushing against each other and I knew in that moment that I'd be okay.

We'd be okay.

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So now you know where 'Rogers' came from. Was it what you thought it was going to be? Let me know what you think?