Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of Twilight unfortunately. They belong to Stephenie Meyer. I just like to manipulate them into doing what I want them to do.

Wow, there's a lot of hate for Rosalie. Her issues will be addressed soon. Though some of you want me to kill her off, which seems a bit extreme.

A few of you seem to believe that Jasper has been forgiven. He hasn't. Not by a long shot. Emotion and alcohol often make us do stupid things which I can admit that I've done. These boys still have a lot to deal with and talk about and it will be addressed in up coming chapters. Remember, not all is as it seems.

Being pulled back into consciousness, I was aware of a dip in the bed and little giggles in my ear. I smirked to myself before rolling over onto my front, squishing Killian underneath me.

He squealed, kicking out at me and giggling.

"Hmm . . ." I pretended to moan, moving around as he giggled even more. "My bed's kinda lumpy. I don't remember it being this lumpy before."

"Daddy, it's me!" He giggled and I pushed myself up, pretending to be surprised to see him there. I think he knew it was just a game but if it got me those giggles as a reward, I'd play it forever.

"Wha-" I pulled the covers back from where they had fallen over him. "What are you doing in there?"

"I home, Daddy!" He grinned, holding his arms up for a hug. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him to me and sitting back. He clung to me, giggling in my ear and I couldn't help but smile.

"Okay, why don't you go and unpack your bag while you let your Daddy get dressed." I looked up to see Anya standing in the doorway, smiling down at the two of us. He jumped off the bed and I sat back letting out a breath. "So, how was your night?" She asked and I looked over at her, wishing she hadn't asked that question. "Missed him that much, huh?"

I shook my head, running my hands through my hair as the memories of the night before flashed through my head. There was talking and wine and kissing and touching, feeling full and complete as we came together in a way I'd thought I'd never be with him again.

But I guessed that the fact that Jasper wasn't here now meant that it didn't mean as much to him as it did to me.

"What happened?" She asked, sitting down on the end of the bed, her no nonsense 'you're going to tell me what happened and you're going to tell me right the fuck now' look. That look scared me.

"Jasper came over." I whispered and her eyebrows shot up. "He came to talk to me. He . . . completely broke down."

"Don't tell me you forgave him?" She asked, serious and I shook my head.

"No. I haven't. We still have a lot to talk about but . . . talking about us and what happened between us kind of got pushed aside by something else." She tilted her head, clearly wondering what I was going to tell her. She had probably come to the conclusion of what had happened but that wasn't what I wanted to tell her about yet. "He . . . um . . . he told me that . . ."

"What?"

"My parents are dead." I whispered and her hand flew to her mouth.

"What?" I nodded, looking down at my hands, blinking to try and get rid of the tears that were building up. Now that Killian was home, I didn't want to break down.

"It happened about three weeks after everything with Jasper happened. He told me last night. He thought I knew. When I asked him what had happened, he seemed shocked that I didn't know. He said that Rosalie had told him that she told me."

"What?" I looked up at her, seeing her expression full of venom and ice. "She said that she'd told you? Why the hell didn't she?"

"I don't know." I shrugged, sighing. "I don't know why she didn't. I had a right to know."

"Uh, yeah you did."

"Well, Jasper says she's out of a job." I shrugged and she looked at me, confused. "He said that she was his PA. Was being the appropriate word here."

"You think he'll get rid of her?" She asked and I sighed again, leaning back against my pillows.

"I don't know. He seemed upset about it so," I shrugged and she raised an eyebrow at me, "I guess so. Just have to wait and see, huh?"

"But how will you know?"

"Well, if he does fire her, there's no doubt that there will be a pissed five foot ten blonde arriving on my doorstep within the next couple of days." I smirked and she chuckled, shaking her head. "Rosalie flies off the deep end about the littlest of things. There was some major rivalry when we were growing up. Whenever mom would pay me any attention, something always happened. Eventually, she got wise to her game and told her to knock it off."

"Bet that went down well." She chuckled and I nodded, rolling my eyes.

"Like a tonne of bricks."

We both stopped as my alarm went off and I looked at Anya, raising an eyebrow. "Why did you set an alarm on a Saturday?"

"I didn't." I murmured, turning off my alarm, noticing a piece of paper underneath it. That definitely wasn't there before.

I unfolded it, noticing Jasper's handwriting on the other side. I glanced up at Anya and saw that she was giving me a curious look. She waved at me a small smirk on her face, telling me to read it.

Mi Petardo,

I closed my eyes, the name Jasper used to whisper in my ear bringing up old memories that I wasn't ready to face yet. Did he know what hearing the name would mean for me and do to me?

I know that after last night, my leaving wasn't the greatest thing I could have done but unfortunately, I had an eight thirty conference call I couldn't get out of. I would have woken you but you were so peaceful that I couldn't bear to disturb you. I hope that you won't hold it against me that I didn't. I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye.

Last night meant so much to me, though I know we still have a lot to talk about. I can only hope that we can progress and get to know each other again. Waking up with you next to me was always my favourite part of the day and being back there again this morning made me wish I could erase the last five years and rewrite them.

I don't regret anything that happened last night, Petardo and I want to have the opportunity to get to know you again and, if you'll let me, be a part of Killian's life.

I know that we need to talk about everything, not just what happened last night.

I've left my personal cell number on here, if it's okay for me to call you, please let me know.

Please.

Jazz.

He'd left his cell number at the bottom and I let my hand drop, letting out a sigh.

"What happened last night?" Anya asked, making me look up at her. I had completely forgotten that she was there. I looked down at the paper in my hand and she let out a snort. "Come on, it can't be that bad." I didn't look at her, feeling my cheeks heat up. I heard her gasp and I closed my eyes, knowing that she'd figured it out. "You didn't?"

I bit my lip, looking down at the letter again. "I did. We did."

"You little slut." I looked up at her sharply and she waved me off, smirking. "Seriously, Edward?" Uh-oh, proper name. "Why? Why would you do that?"

"I don't know, okay?" I moaned, burying my face in my hands, running my hands through my hair. "I don't know. There was talking and emotions and wine." I let out a groan, fisting my hands in my hair. "And he was just there and . . ."

"He was familiar and comforting, I get it but . . . did you have to sleep with him?" I gave her a glare and she held her arms up. "Hey, don't give me the daddy glare. You know where I'm coming from."

"Yeah, I do." I knew that she was right. "Look, I know that I can't really explain it and I know that it won't make sense to you but . . . it just happened and . . . it felt . . . right. I know that it shouldn't and I know that it can't happen again. It won't happen again but," I let out another sigh, looking up at her, hoping for some kind of understanding.

"He was there when you needed him." She said softly and I nodded, slowly. "You need to make sure that Killian comes first."

"I know that." I replied quickly, shooting her another glare. "He comes first. He will always come first. But last night wasn't about Killian. Not directly anyway. Jasper didn't come over last night to talk about Killian. He was at my door, looking like complete shit and the first thing he actually said was 'I'm sorry'. He apologised for everything." I told her what he'd told me about that night and she nodded along with me.

"So . . . how come he didn't come back?"

I let out a scoff, shaking my head. "Because my sister," she made a face, "got her way inside his head and convinced him not to come home." She raised an eyebrow. "I'm not defending him or his actions but Rosalie has a way of manipulating people into doing what she wants them to do. Jasper thought that he'd seen me cheating on him so . . ."

"He was hurting and vulnerable." She guessed and I shrugged.

"I guess so." I whispered and she leaned forward, placing her hand on mine.

"Look, I know that you're confused as hell right now but I also know that that little boy down the hall is the most important thing to you and you'll do the right the thing by him." She looked down, squeezing my hand gently. "If you think that he can be good for Killian, that he'll benefit from Jasper's presence in his life, then you'll do the right thing."

"Yeah," I nodded, biting my lip again. "I need to get to know Jasper as the person he is now before I let him anywhere near Killian. I think he understands that. I need to keep my distance from him but get to know him again to judge whether he's . . . okay to be around my son. God, I fucked things up, didn't I?"

"Not necessarily." She gave me a small smile. "You're not ready to get into this with him again, are you?" I shook my head.

"I don't know if I ever will be." I said honestly and she nodded.

"Then you need to let him know that. You need to let him know that while you want him around as Killian's father, you're not ready for him to be anything more."

"You make it sound so easy." I chuckled and she shrugged, a smug smile on her face.

"It's a gift."

I shooed her out of my room as I got showered and dressed, knowing that she would keep Killian occupied until I was downstairs. I smiled as I walked down the stairs and heard him giggling again. I had to remind myself to record that sound and make sure that it was saved. I didn't want to lose that.

Killian was facing away from me as I walked into the room and I glanced at Anya, indicating for her to be quiet as I walked up behind him.

"Gotcha!" I grabbed him from behind, revelling in the squeal that erupted from him as I held him to me under his shoulders and legs, blowing raspberry's on his stomach. He squirmed in my grip and I shifted him in my arms, his arms coming to grip around my neck. I settled him on my hip as I stood there, watching Anya laughing at us.

I looked down at him and he rested his head on my shoulder, suddenly sombre.

"I'm gonna head home." Anya said softly, standing up and grabbing her bag. I nodded, walking to the door with her, Killian still hanging on with a death grip, like I was going to disappear if he let me go. "Bye, Monkey." He gave her a small wave before she walked out of the door. I locked it before looking down at him and walking back into the living room.

I sat down on the sofa, shifting him so that he was on my lap. "Hey," I ran my fingers through his hair gently. He didn't move and I wondered what was up with him. He'd been acting a little off for the last couple of days. One moment, he'd be happy and giggly and the next, it was like he was expecting me to disappear. "What's the matter, Peanut?" He shook his head, burying his face in my neck. "Hey," I reached up, grasping his wrists gently in my hands and loosening his grip on my neck. "Is something wrong? Has something happened?" He didn't look at me, but his lip started quivering. "What's wrong, Peanut? What's the matter?"

He looked at me, his lip trembling and I felt my heart breaking as I took in his expression. "Why don't I gots a Mommy like ever-body else?"

"Oh," I breathed, pulling him to me. I had been wondering when this was going to come up again. Of course, he was going to notice that the other children at his day care had their moms and dads coming to pick them up and drop them off. "Well," I moved him back again and he looked up at me again. "You know how most kids, the live in their mommies' tummies before they're born?" He nodded and I took a breath, wondering how to explain this to a four year old. "Well, you didn't live in a mommies' tummy. You lived in mine." He pointed and my stomach and I nodded, smiling down at him. "So, you're special because you don't have a mommy like everyone else. You have two daddy's instead."

"But I just gots you." Why the hell did I have to have such an observant kid? "If I haves 'nover daddy, where is he?"

"He had to go away, Peanut."

"He not wants me?" His eyes were welling up and I pulled him to me, holding him close.

"Oh, baby, of course he does." He better do. "Why would you think that he didn't? Who told you that?" He rubbed his eyes as I watched him. "Was it someone at school?" He nodded, gripping my shirt. "Who was it?"

"Jamie." He whispered and I nodded, holding him close to me.

"Well, Jamie is wrong." I said sternly. "You have two daddies that love you, understand?" He nodded. "Right, what do you say we get some popcorn and watch Finding Nemo?" He grinned and I grinned back at him. "Wanna go get your Nemo?" He nodded, jumping off my lap and running upstairs.

I quickly followed him, grabbing the note that Jasper had left for me and making a quick decision. I hadn't wanted them to meet until I'd had a chance to feel Jasper out a bit more. But unfortunately, a child at day care had pushed up my plans by quite a bit.

Killian was feeling insecure and if having Jasper in his life would get rid of that, I would do it. I would make sure that Jasper knew that this was an all or nothing scenario. If he couldn't be there, then I didn't want him making promises that he couldn't keep.

Being a four year old, Killian retained the knowledge of every promise that was made.

I quickly typed in the number, hitting dial, glancing down at Killian's doorway. He would be in there for a few minutes, searching for his stuffed clownfish toy.

"Hello?"

"Jasper?" I breathed, straightening up. "It's Edward."

"Hey," He breathed and I thought I heard what sounded like relief in his voice. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good." I bit my lip, running a hand through my hair as I started pacing. "Jasper, this isn't about last night. I need to know now if you're serious about knowing Killian. If you can promise me that you'll be there when he needs you. If you can honestly say that you will be there, through everything, through his temper tantrums and grumpy sick days and everything else that comes with being a father. Can you honestly say that you're serious about this?"

"One hundred per cent." He replied with absolutely no hesitation whatsoever. I relaxed a little at his tone. It was the determined tone I'd heard from him so many times when it came to him getting what he wanted. "I want nothing more than to be part of his life, Edward. I want to get to know him. I want to be there when he goes into his first day of school, I want to be there when he's not feeling well. I want to be there when he gets a gold star or when things aren't so good. I want to be there for every part of his life. If you'll let me." The last part was said with such uncertainty and I stopped pacing, closing my eyes and letting a breath out through my nose.

"I want to trust you, Jasper, I do." I sighed, thankful when he seemed to sense that I wasn't done. "I um . . . Killian and I go to Golden Gate Park every Sunday. Ten am."

"Are . . . are you saying what I think you're saying, Edward?" The hope in his voice was heart-breaking but I had to think about how all of this would affect Killian.

"Yes, Jasper, I am."

There was a breath on the other end of the line, followed by a small sniff. "Thank you." He whispered and I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "How . . . how come-"

"I'll explain in the morning." I said softly and he hummed an agreement. "We always go to the carousel."

"I'll be there." He whispered and we said our goodbyes. I held my phone to my lips, wondering if I'd made the right decision in introducing Killian and Jasper so soon. I had wanted to get a better grip on who Jasper was now. But with Killian not feeling secure in the fact that he was loved by not just me but Jasper as well.

All I could do right now was hope for the best.

. . . . . . . . . . .

I felt my heart rate speed up as we approached the carousel. It was five to ten and Jasper would be here soon, if he wasn't here already.

I knelt down in front of Killian, making sure that his coat was buttoned up securely. It was starting to get a bit chillier over the last few days and I didn't want him getting sick.

"Now, remember what I told you?" He nodded, his eyes flicking to the playground just across from the carousel. "There's someone special coming to see us while we're here today, so when I call you over, you have to come back, okay?" He nodded, vibrating with excitement just as he always did when he got here. "What did I just say?"

"When you calls me, I gots to come back." He recited and I smiled at him, nodding. I stood up, watching him run towards where the other children were playing up ahead. I could still see him from where I was, so I was okay with him being with the other kids.

"Edward?" I turned to see Jasper walking towards me, a nervous look on his face. He gave me a small smile as he stopped next to me. He looked over towards where the children were before looking back towards me. "Where?"

I smiled, knowing that to the untrained eye, children could easily mix together. "You see the little boy climbing up the frame towards the slide?" I asked and he nodded, watching as Killian, quickly made his way towards the slide, squealing as he went down it faster than I was happy with.

"That's him?" He glanced at me before his eyes fixed back onto Killian. It was as though he didn't want to take his eyes off him for a moment.

I knew the feeling.

"He looks just like you." He said softly, looking at me and smiling.

"From a distance, yeah, he's all me but when he gets up close, you're definitely in there." I return his smile before turning back to where Killian has obviously made some new friends. "It's amazing how little ones can make new friends so quickly."

"They don't judge like adults or even older children do. All they see is the fact that there's someone else there that wants to play and that's it, they're friends." I nodded my agreement, watching him as he ran around with the other children.

"Jasper, I want to introduce you to him as his father. I know that others might say that we're friends or something else but . . . with Killian, he'll pick up on the truth quickly."

"That perceptive, huh?" He let out a breathy laugh and I chuckled.

"You have no idea." I looked over at him again. "You ready to become a daddy?" I asked and he bit his lip, clearly nervous. His eyes were determined and I hoped that he was really in this for the long haul. From his expression, I could see that he was. He nodded and I let out a breath of relief. "Ready to meet him?" I asked and he looked at me, slightly panicked before he took a deep breath and nodded. "Killian!" He turned to look at me and I waved him over. He turned to face his new friends, probably telling them that he had to go, before running over to the two of us. "Don't worry. You'll be fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah." I looked down at Killian as he stopped in front of us, looking up at Jasper. He moved around to my side, grasping hold of my hand as he watched the unknown man in front of him. I knelt down next to him and he looked at me. "You remember I told that someone special was coming to see us today?" He nodded and I looked up at Jasper to see him watching Killian, tears welling up in his eyes. "Well, this is Jasper."

He let go of my hand and I stood up, watching the two of them. "Hi." My son was completely fearless as he stood there in front of Jasper. "I'm Killian."

"Hi Killian," Jasper grinned down at him before kneeling down so that he was on the same level as him. "I'm Jasper."

"Are you my other daddy?" He asked and I chuckled as Jasper's eyes shot up to meet mine. I gave him a look that clearly said 'told you so'. I nodded, letting him know that it was okay to tell him that he was.

"Yeah." He whispered, nodding at Killian. "Yeah, I am."

"Why you not here before?" He asked and I saw Jasper starting to panic a little. I gave him another reassuring nod as he looked at me for approval.

"Well, I had to go away for a while." He told him softly and Killian looked up at me and I nodded down at him.

"You not wants me?" His voice sounded so small and I wanted to wrap him up in my arms. I saw nothing but pain in Jasper's eyes and I resolved to let him answer Killian's questions.

"Of course I do, little man. I had to go away for a while but I'm here now. I have to travel some places sometimes but I will always come back. I'm not going anywhere again, okay?"

"You stayin' here?" He asked and I saw nothing but adoration in Jasper's eyes.

"Yes," it was a simple word but one that held a lot of weight, especially with the little boy standing in front of him. "I'm staying here. I'm not going anywhere." Killian looked up at me and I gave him a smile.

With that Killian stepped towards Jasper, wrapping his arms around him in a hug. I couldn't help but grin at the sight. Jasper froze for a second before he wrapped his arms around Killian, holding him to him.

"Okay, Daddy." He said softly before pulling away and running back over to me, hugging me. I knelt down, picking him up. He wrapped his arms around my neck, leaning into me.

"What do you think?" I stage-whispered to Killian, knowing that Jasper could hear me. "Shall we keep him?" Killian looked between the two of us, biting his lip before nodding. "Good. I think so too. But . . . we got to find something else to call him. Or else if we're both 'Daddy' then it's gonna get confusing."

I glanced up at Jasper, who was watching the two of us closely. "Ummm . . ." Killian put a finger to his chin, something he did when he was thinking hard about something. "How 'bout 'Papa'?" He looked up at me, seeking approval. I heard Jasper let out a small gasp at the name and I knew that it was what he called his father. He wanted to be a Papa just like his.

"How about you ask Jasper, yeah?" I asked and he nodded, pushing away from me. I put him down and he ran towards Jasper. Not that there was much space between us.

"You wanna be my Papa?" He asked, his voice clear with innocence, not really understanding what the name meant to Jasper.

"Killian, I would love to be your Papa." He replied, his voice sounding choked and Killian hugged him fiercely again before turning back to me asking if he could go back and play. I nodded and he ran off back to the new friends he'd made. "Wow." Jasper breathed and I nodded. "You weren't kidding."

"Told you he's perceptive." I said softly and he stood up.

"Edward . . ." I turned to look at him, seeing his eyes filled with tears, a small smile on his face. "He's amazing. Thank you."

"You're welcome." I breathed, turning back to watch him, smiling as I saw Killian pointing towards the two of us. "Someone's proud."

"Did I . . . did I do okay?" He sounded so nervous, so scared and I couldn't help but feel slightly sorry for him.

"You did great." He visibly relaxed.

"I didn't overstep-" I shook my head and he looked at me, still slightly worried. "When he asked me if I didn't want him . . . God . . . I . . ."

"I know," I looked down before looking back up at him. "He asked me the same thing last night." He looked slightly worried. "You did fine. You answered in the exact same way I did."

"I didn't go too far, did I?" He asked, looking over at him. "When he asked if I was staying, I just . . ."

"You did fine." I assured him. "You told him that you have to go away sometimes but you'll come back. He doesn't need anything more. All he needs to know is that you're there. He's four, it's not like he needs a comprehensive answer. All he needs to know is that you're there when he needs you . . . Papa." He looked at me and I smirked at him.

"Thank you." He whispered and I nodded, looking back at him.

I just hoped that it would all work out the way I hoped it would.

Looking at the way Jasper was watching Killian as he played, I could see he wanted to prove himself to both Killian and myself.

I hoped he could do that.

We needed to talk about everything that had happened between us before we could really go ahead and make any arrangements when it came to Killian and him seeing him. We needed to get everything cleared between us. We needed to make sure that there weren't any bad feelings between us that would affect Killian. We had to settle on an even ground.

We would get there.

We had to.

For the innocent little boy that wanted nothing more than to be loved.

We would give him that.

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