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

Just to clear a few things up, in case any of you were a little confused - cause I know, I've been confusing myself with timings and all of that stuff (not so good with dates) here's a little timeline for you.

September 2007 - Edward finds out he's pregnant/gets attacked/Jasper leaves

December 2007 - Edward, Anya and Masen move to San Francisco.

January 2008 - Killian born

September 2012 - Jasper arrives in San Francisco.

I know that the dates are vague but they'll be expanded upon as the story progresses. Just wanted an basic outline for you guys.

Now, I'm going to warn you right now, this one is a tearjerker. You might want to grab some tissues. There are a few answers in here but also, unfortunately, more questions. Sorry bout that but it is what it is.

So, you might want to grab your tissues now. I know I needed some while I was writing it but that might be the hormones making themselves known. Probably. Maybe. I'm not quite sure. Just go grab some.

"So the name came from the fact that you were singing along to Ginger Rogers' lyrics in a nineteen thirties film?" Leah asked, laughing and the two of us nodded. She grinned at me and I rolled my eyes.

"I still blame you for the fact that Killian was born three weeks early." I shrugged and she glared at me. I smirked at her and she rolled her eyes at me. "What? It was your idea that we have curry and go out for a walk."

"Okay, there is no proven fact that those actually work." She pointed her spoon at me and I rolled my eyes.

"Well, they obviously did for me."

"Maybe he was just ready to come out."

"He wasn't due for another three weeks!"

"Babies will come when they want to."

"Whatever, it's still your fault."

"Is not!"

"Yes, it is!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Alright!" We both looked over at Masen who was trying not to laugh at us. "Let's just say that Killian was ready to come out but Anya's little plan made it happen sooner, okay?"

"No!"

"What, are you stupid?"

He looked at the two of us with a look that told us he was not amused and to cut it out. We both stuck our tongues out at him and he rolled his eyes muttering something about Killian being more grown up than the two of us.

He might have a point.

I smiled at the thought of when Killian was born. Not that the pain and fear of being in labour was the funnest thing in the world but that was beside the point.

"Is it just me or is this really entertaining?" We both glared at Jake and he held his hands up, sitting back on the sofa. "Alright, I take it back."

"Good." We both nodded before laughing and I let out a sigh, glancing up the stairs towards where I knew Killian was sound asleep.

It wasn't long before they all left. Leah was going into her seventh month and was wearing out pretty quickly so Jake didn't want to keep her up too long. I could see that she was getting tired. Anya was tired as well, suffering from the fatigue that often came with the first trimester. I could see that Masen was overjoyed at the thought of being a father. He sat with his hand on her stomach lightly, kissing her gently whenever he could.

I felt my smile drop slightly as I thought about how I hadn't been able to have that when I was expecting Killian. I wouldn't change anything about expecting and having Killian but it would have been nice to share it with someone like Leah and Anya were able to.

That was the only thing I felt like I'd missed out on.

I closed the door after them, quickly setting the alarm and making sure everything was locked up before making my way upstairs. He opened the door to Killian's room, peeking in a little, smiling when I saw him curled up with Rabbit, a green stuffed rabbit that Anya had bought for him when he was a baby.

I left him, walking down to hallway to my room, quickly changing before climbing into bed. I let out a sigh as I closed my eyes, pushing the thoughts of Jasper and what we could have had out of my head so that I could try and get some sleep.

Not sure it would work but I had to try, right?

. . . . . . . . . .

"Okay, Mr Molina, I'll try and get that sorted as soon as possible." I sighed, running a hand through my hair as there was a knock on my door. Bella stuck her head around the door and I waved her in. She gave me a grin, winking at me and I glared at her, trying to get the pissed off father off the phone.

His ex-wife was a 'reformed' junkie and she was trying to gain visiting rights to their daughters even though she'd had absolutely nothing to do with them for the last three years. He didn't feel that she was being honest and feared for the safety of his daughters. I didn't know what to do to assuage his fears until the court date.

I hung up with him, sighing as Bella sat down in front of me. "Everything alright?" I asked and she nodded.

"Yeah, I just wanted to let you know that Anya left to get Killian," she grinned and I rolled my eyes knowing that I was going to have to deal with a grumpy little boy in the morning. Heading round to Anya and Masen's house always meant that he got whatever he wanted and generally that meant sugar. He'd have an enormous sugar rush and then crash before waking up grumpy and extremely hard work the next morning.

And it was me that had to deal with that.

"Head home, there's nothing more that you can do right now and you're just going to stress yourself out." She had a point but the concept of leaving work at the office still wasn't something that I hadn't mastered yet. Especially when I didn't have Killian.

I nodded and she raised an eyebrow, sitting there until I had packed up all of my stuff. I chuckled as she followed me out of the room, closing the door behind me. Tonight, Anya and Masen were keeping Killian overnight and I wasn't looking forward to not having him there will me. It would only be the second night in his entire life that we had been apart and it wasn't something I wanted to get into a routine with.

Masen had noticed that I was more keyed up than usual when it came to a case being close to a resolution. He was right.

It had been three weeks since I'd heard from Jasper and part of me couldn't help but wonder what he was up to. He had been so adamant about seeing Killian when I'd seen him last and then there was nothing after Rosalie had shown up at my doorstep.

Maybe he knew that I would be pissed and was avoiding another showdown.

I was stressing myself out thinking about it and everyone was noticing. Even Killian. I didn't want any of this to affect him and yet I couldn't hide it from him no matter how hard I tried.

Damn the perceptions of a child.

They're too smart for their own good.

Sitting at home with a glass of wine, flicking through the TV channels I couldn't help but long for the noise that Killian made as he went about his nightly routine. Of course, much of that revolved around me chasing him but that was half the fun of it. I wasn't looking forward to the day that he stopped doing that and insisted on doing things for himself.

Unfortunately, I knew it would come all too soon.

A knock on the door drew me out of my thoughts and I put my glass of wine and the remote down on the coffee table before heading over to answer it. I stepped back slightly, surprised when I saw Jasper standing on the other side of the door. He looked up at me and I had to admit, he looked like shit.

What the hell?

"I, um, I know you said you needed time but-"

"What are you doing here, Jasper?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"I need to talk to you." His voice was so soft, it was barely above a whisper as he looked up at me. "I know that you said you wanted to wait before anything happened and that's why I came over when I knew that Killian wasn't here-"

"How did you know that Killian wasn't here?" I asked, standing up straighter.

"I was in the office and had to drop some papers off to Mrs Walker," it was strange hearing someone call her that. Even her clients generally called her Anya but I quickly realised that she must have told him to call her Mrs Walker, "and I overheard her talking to your assistant about taking him for the night. I . . . I knew that I had to talk to you. It wasn't something I could come into the office and talk to you about and I don't want to upset Killian, so . . ."

"Alright." I sighed, stepping back and opening the door slightly. He looked at me, surprised and I chuckled, shaking my head. "You think I'm going to make you stand outside all night?"

"I'd deserve it." He whispered and I don't think I was supposed to hear it. If that was the case, I didn't comment on it.

I led him through to the living room and he stopped by the sofa. "You want anything to drink? Wine, maybe?" I let out a nervous chuckle and he gave me a small smile.

"Please." He whispered and I nodded walking into the kitchen and grabbing another glass and the wine out of the fridge. I took both into the living room, filling up his glass and topping up mine, handing him the glass while sitting back on the sofa while he took the chair. The whole time I couldn't help but think 'what the hell am I doing?'

"So . . . why are you here, Jasper?"

He took a large gulp of his wine before sitting back in the chair. I noticed that he'd taken his jacket off, hanging it over the back of the chair. "I just . . ." he took a deep breath before looking up at me, tears shining in his eyes. "I'm so sorry."

"For what?"

"Everything." He took a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair. "I'm so sorry for everything, Edward. I. . ." I didn't say anything, watching him closely. "I . . . when you told me that had happened . . . that night . . . part of me didn't believe it was true."

"You thought I was making it up?" I took a gulp of my wine, shaking my head.

"No," he looked up at me, panic on his face. "No, that didn't come out right. I just . . . it didn't sink in, you know? Until the next day. I woke up and thought about what you'd said . . . and then . . . I looked it up and even though you weren't mentioned by name . . . God."

"I didn't want my name mentioned." I said softly, looking away from him.

"When I read the articles they had on the internet . . . I just knew and . . . I felt . . ." he looked up at me, anguish on his face and I sighed, drinking the rest of my wine. I knew I should keep a clear head for this but this talk called for alcohol. "I threw up." He let out a nervous chuckle, running a hand through his hair again. "And then I thought about what you told me." He looked up at me again, tears running down his face. "About Killian." His voice had dropped again, a mere whisper but there was nothing but silence allowing me to hear him. "And I got to thinking about how I could have lost the both of you and . . ."

"You threw up again?" I asked, trying to make a smile and he nodded.

"I'm so sorry I left, Edward. I just . . . when I saw you that night, I . . . you were right. I jumped to conclusions and because of that I'll never be able to make it up to you. But I'm going to try. When I saw you that night it was like my heart had been ripped out of my chest. I wasn't planning on moving out, I swear I wasn't. I just needed to calm down and I know now that I should have spoken to you about it. I turned my phone off, not wanting to talk to anyone and . . . it was Rose that found me in the hotel room that night. I told her what I'd seen . . . or what I thought I saw and she . . ."

"Persuaded you not to go home." I said softly and he nodded.

I downed the rest of my wine placing my glass on the table.

He sniffed, downing the rest of his glass and placing it on the table in front of him. "At first I was kind of grateful that she let me stay at her place. Every time I thought about you it felt like my heart was being ripped to pieces and my chest was about to explode so I didn't think I could be . . ."

"Didn't think you could be around me?" He nodded, not looking at me.

"It hurt too much. And then . . . your parents . . ." Now that got my attention.

"My parents?" He looked at me, a look of confusion on his face. "What about my parents?"

"What?"

"Jasper," I took a deep breath, not looking away from him, not breaking eye contact with him, "what happened to my parents?"

"I thought . . . you don't know?" His voice trembled as fresh tears ran down his face. I felt my eyes welling up as I looked at him.

"Jasper." My voice was sharp and he sniffed, shaking his head.

"I'm so sorry, Edward. I . . . there was an accident." My hands moved to my mouth as he spoke.

"What happened?"

"It was when they were on their way back from that cruise we sent them on for their anniversary. You remember?" I nodded. It was my parents thirtieth anniversary and Jasper and I had sent them on a month long cruise that would take them up around Alaska and up to Canada. "They um . . . they were on their way back when they were hit by another car. They'd taken some back roads rather than using the main highway and um . . . there were some kids that had gotten their hands on their parents cars. They were racing and one of them lost control of the car at a cross section."

"Oh god," the whimper left me before I could stop it and it was like someone was sitting on my chest. "Jasper, what happened? Please, what happened?"

He looked up at me, his face streaked with tears, devastation in his eyes. "I'm so sorry." I knew with those words and his expression that it wasn't a good outcome. "They didn't make."

I didn't even try and stop the sob that flew from me. I buried my head in my hands, letting the sobs wrack through me as the weight of his words settled on my shoulders. I felt his arm wrap around my shoulders and allowed myself to be pulled to him as his arms wrapped themselves around me. He was whispering in my ear. He kept saying that he was sorry over and over again.

"Why?" I looked up at him. "Why wasn't I told?" My eyes met his and all I saw was pain. "Why did no one tell me?"

"Rose told me that she'd told you." He said softly, sniffing. "She told me that she'd called you and told you."

"Well, she lied." I snapped, pulling my sweater sleeves down and wiping my eyes. It didn't stem the flow of tears that were running down my cheeks. "I haven't spoken to Rose since the day my parents left."

"God," he whispered, running his hand through his hair again. He rested his cheek on top of my head. I could feel his tears dampening my hair as they fell. "Well, she's out of a job."

"What?" I sniffed, looked up at him.

"She's my PA. Well, she was." He looked down at me, his lip quivering and I sniffed again, taking a deep breath. "I'm so sorry, Edward. I thought you knew."

I sighed, closing my eyes. "I know." I whispered, looking up at him again. "I know you did." I sighed, looking down at my hands. "Was it quick?"

"What?"

"My parents." I clarified and he sighed. "Was it quick?"

He nodded, blowing out a puff of air. "They said that . . . that they were killed on impact."

I closed my eyes again, more tears falling from my eyes. "At least they didn't suffer." I whispered and he nodded, his cheek brushing my hair. "Rosalie said that she'd told me?" He nodded again, looking pained. "Why the hell didn't she tell me? It shouldn't matter what she'd thought of me at the time, they were my parents too. She had no right to keep that from me. I had a right to know."

"I know. I know, baby, I know." He pulled me closer to him as the sobs started again and in that moment it didn't matter what had happened between the two of us. He was there now that I needed him and that was all that mattered to me at the moment.

And it stopped me from want to go out and find my sister before hanging her off of the Golden Gate Bridge by her hair.

He didn't do anything, say anything while I sat there and cried. It was like he still knew me as he had before.

When I had control of myself, I pulled away slightly, looking up at him. "Thank you." I whispered and he looked down at me, confused.

"For what?"

"For just . . . being here." I shrugged, sniffing again. I knew I had to look a wreck but in that moment I didn't care. "For not lying to me. For just . . ."

"It's okay." He whispered and I gave him a small smile, letting out a breath.

I took a breath, looking at the pictures on the mantel. Pictures of Killian growing up. From his little chubby cheeks to him becoming a little person, all in those few frames.

I looked up at him and he gave me a watery smile. I closed my eyes, tipping my chin so that my lips met his briefly. He froze, his eyes wide as I opened my eyes again, looking at him.

When his lips met mine I didn't think about everything that we'd gone through all those years ago. I didn't think about the fact that I had given birth to and raised Killian on my own. I didn't think about the fact that the night the two of us had almost died, Jasper had seen what had happened and walked away.

All I could think about was how right it felt to be in his arms again.

And how I never wanted to leave them.

. . . . . . . . . . . .

Don't hate me. Haven't you ever done something stupid while you were emotional after a glass and a half of wine?

Yeah, I thought so.