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.

Another chappie for you. You guys are only getting these while I'm stuck at home with sickness by the way. I'm nauseous and sore and achy and being pregnant is not fun.

A few of you think that the boys are moving fast but remember, they were together for years before everything happened. Even with five years separating then and now, feelings like that don't really go away if you haven't had a chance to deal with them.

Sitting at my desk on Monday morning, I couldn't get my mind off the weekend with Jasper. It had gone better than I had ever thought it would.

He and Killian had gotten along as though they had known each other all along, as though Jasper hadn't ever not been in our lives. He just seemed to fit into our lives like a missing jigsaw piece.

And I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about that.

I didn't know if I was ready to let him in so fully just yet. Obviously, he was now known to Killian, so I couldn't keep him away from him. It would hurt my little boy too much if I suddenly decided to pull Jasper out of his life again. I couldn't do that to him.

But I had to work out a system with Jasper.

I ran my hand through my hair, sitting back in my chair as I stared at the screen in front of me. I couldn't concentrate on the work I was supposed to be doing, rather my mind flicking back to the tattoo Jasper had on his chest.

How had I not noticed it before when we were . . .

Never mind. If I thought about that now, I'd never get any work done.

He had a tattoo with the name he'd always called me ever since I'd called him out on his crap when I first talked to him. He had walked up to me, smirking and I hadn't held back the eye roll at his behaviour. He was just like every other jock I'd met. Thinking that he could get anything he wanted with a smile.

I smiled to myself as I thought about how I'd made him work for it.

He was a frat boy, a year older than I was and I'd heard things about him. I knew before I even talked to him that he was gay and apparently, he got around.

I remember the first thing I'd ever said to him was 'sorry, I don't do leftovers' before walking away. He hadn't left me alone after that, even though I'd made it clear that I wasn't interested. Even though I did. Every part of me wanted him.

Not that I let him know that.

I told him, under no uncertain terms, did I want to be one of many. I told him that if he wanted me, then he couldn't have anyone else. And to my surprise, he did it. He made sure that all of his usual hook-ups knew that he wasn't available anymore, for which I was hated in general by the majority of the gay population of the University of Washington.

He went out of his way to prove himself to me and I could only hope that once we did sleep together – because, please, it's gonna happen – that he wouldn't leave. That this wasn't just a way to get into my bed.

Imagine my surprise when I woke up the next morning, his arm wrapped around me, his breath tickling the back of my neck.

"Hey," I looked up to see Anya leaning in the doorway, a smirk on her face. "So, how did it go yesterday?" She asked, sauntering into the room as she always did. She sat down, making herself at home on the chair across from my desk, watching me closely.

"It went really well." Her eyebrow lifted and I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. "It was incredible, okay?" She smirked at me, smug and I couldn't understand why. "The two of them get on so well. I thought that it would take a little time for Killian to warm up to Jasper but he just ran over to us and looked up at him, obviously judging him." She grinned, proud of my little man and I had to say, I was too. "You know what the first thing he said to him was. After introducing himself, that is?" She shook her head, grinning. "Are you my other daddy?"

"You're kidding me?" She laughed and I chuckled, shaking my head. "He actually just came out and said that?" I nodded, unable to stop laughing. "You know what? Somehow that doesn't actually surprise me."

"What can I say? My boy calls it as he sees it." I shrugged and she nodded.

"That he does. Do remember last year when Jake's hair was getting long and he told him he looked like a girl?" I barked out a laugh, nodding as I remembered Jake's shocked look at my innocent three year old pointed out that boys don't have long hair.

The next time we saw Jake, unsurprisingly, he'd had a haircut.

And Leah had thanked me profusely, saying that she'd been on at him to get his hair cut for weeks and one small sentence from Killian and it's all gone.

Out of the mouths of babes, huh?

"So . . . how are you doing with all of this?" She asked, her expression turning serious. It always amazed me how she could be in the middle of a giggle fit and then seem as though she was talking about ending world hunger or some kind of war. It was kind of creepy actually.

I let out a breath. "I honestly don't know. I think it's great that Killian is so accepting of him and even though Jasper's nervous around him at the moment, I can't see it lasting long. He needs to learn Killian's tricks and routines and stuff but he's been quick at picking stuff up." She raised an eyebrow at me and I knew that wasn't what she was asking. "I know, I know. I don't know what I'm going to do about it. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all day. I mean, I've hardly gotten any work done because of it." I chuckled, shaking my head. "I need to start out slow. I know that Killian's probably going to worry sometimes that Jasper won't be coming back, even though he promised him that even though he had to go away sometimes," the eyebrow again, "work," I supplied and she nodded, "that he would always come back."

"Wow." She nodded slowly and I nodded. "That's some promise to make to a four year old."

"I know. I made sure to tell him that Killian would always remember that." She nodded again and I smiled. "You know what he said to that?" She tilted her head, clearly interested. "'He'll never have a reason to'."

"He's in it for the long haul." She said softly and I nodded.

"I think he is." I chuckled again. "No, I know he is."

"So, back to my original question: how are you doing with all of this? Not Killian. You." I should have known that she wasn't going to let this go.

"I'm dealing with it. I have to." I leaned forward, resting my arms on my desk. "I know that Jasper's going to be there as Killian's father, or his Papa," she raised an eyebrow and I laughed. "Killian gave him the name which made him nearly burst into tears. He loved his Papa and I knew he wanted to be one. I think it meant a lot to him that Killian came up with the name on his own."

"I can imagine."

"I know that he's going to be around but . . . I know that I have to set some boundaries. I don't think that I can go back to how it used to be with Jasper. I mean, it was so easy yesterday, much more so than I thought it was going to be but I don't think I can go there with him again."

"No matter how much you want to." She muttered and I looked up at her sharply. "Come on, it's obvious that you still want him, Rogers. You can't deny the look you get in your eyes when you talk about him."

I sighed, hoping that I had been better at hiding it. "He has the nickname he always called me tattooed above his heart." I whispered and I thought that her eyebrows were going to disappear into her hair, they moved so high up her forehead. "I know." I laughed. "You're right. I want him. I do but . . . it's not a good idea. I can't risk it happening again. If something were to happen again, I don't know."

"You'd be okay." She said softly, reaching across the desk, placing her hand on mine. "You'd be okay because you have that little boy to think of. Let him know that you're setting the pace."

I nodded, knowing that she was right. "I think . . . I think that I need to set some boundaries." She nodded, sitting back in the chair. "I don't want Killian to think that he's going to be around in the house all the time. I think maybe it would best if it was just weekends for now. And see where it goes from there. Killian has his routine during the week and I don't want that being disrupted. Not now that Jasper is suddenly in his life. I need to know that he's as stable as possible at the moment."

"You need to do what you think is right." I nodded, leaning back in my chair as the intercom buzzed.

"Yeah." I held down the button, looking up at Anya who shrugged. I didn't have any meetings scheduled for today and wasn't expecting anyone.

"There's a woman here to see you, Mr Cullen." I felt my brow furrow as Anya raised an eyebrow at me. I waved her off as her lips pursed with laughter. I rolled my eyes at her and she let a giggle slip out.

"Who is it?"

"Mr and Mrs McCarty, Mr Cullen." Who the hell are Mr and Mrs McCarty?

"Okay, send them through." I shrugged, knowing that she couldn't see me. Anya stood up, picking up her bag.

"Who?"

"No idea."

"Alright then, I'll leave you to it." She laughed as the door opened and I felt my smile drop as I took in my sister in the door. There was a large man standing just behind her, looking slightly confused at her pissed off demeanour.

"What do you want, Rosalie?" Anya looked at me, her eyes wide before she regarded my sister, her eyes narrowing. I knew that look and I knew that Anya would do some damage if she wanted to. She looked up at me, silently asking me if I wanted her to stay. She knew that I did.

"You. Got. Me Fired." She hissed, stepping into the room, the man following her. I guessed that he was the unlucky bastard was her husband.

"And how did I do that?" I challenged, crossing my arms. Anya placed her bag down on the desk behind her, standing next to me, drawing up to her full height. Standing there in her suit, her dark green eyes glittering with anger as she regarded my sister in front of her. Anya was the only woman I knew of – other than Bella, who had to have held her off outside my office or she would have stormed her way through into the room – that wouldn't be intimidated by Rosalie. The only one I knew of that could probably best Rosalie in a fight was the woman standing next to me.

She could be fucking scary.

"Whatever you said, whatever you did, it cost me my job!" She was seething and I really didn't care. "What the fuck is your problem? You haven't fucked everyone lives up enough to begin with?"

"Excuse me!" I glared at her, stepping forward towards her. I saw her husband draw himself up as he saw me approach, I levelled him with a glare, warning him not to get involved. This was nothing to do with him. "I fucked everyone's lives up? So you've never done anything wrong? You've been the saint in the family, huh?"

"At least I haven't fucked around on anybody." She gritted out and I let out a laugh.

"You have absolutely no idea what you're fucking talking about Rosalie. How dare you come in here, my own sister," her husband's eyes widened as he glanced at her. Huh. Apparently she wasn't as honest with him and he'd obviously hoped she was. "How dare you come in here, my place of work, spouting off about shit that you have absolutely no idea about? I've talked to Jasper, he knows exactly what happened that night and you know what? So do I. I know exactly why he didn't come home. But you know what I don't know? You what I would really like to know?" She stood there, her eyes narrowed as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I want to know why I had to wait five years to find out that my parents are dead."

Her eyes widened slightly as she stiffened infinitesimally at my words. "You didn't deserve to know."

"I . . . I didn't -" I sputtered slightly, not believing this. "I didn't deserve to know that my parents are dead? You're fucked up."

"Hey!" Oh, so he speaks. "Don't talk to her like that."

"Do I know you?" I shot back, staring at him. "Who are you? Do I know you? No. I don't. So I really couldn't give a fuck about you at the moment." Yeah I know I was being what Anya would call a 'grade-A bitch' to him but he was guilty by association by being married to my sister. That much was obvious. "So shut up. This doesn't concern you."

He opened his mouth, looking angry, about to say something else before Anya cleared her throat. I glanced at her to see her staring at him, shaking her head, a silent warning for him to stay quiet. She knew that I was right. It didn't concern either of them. He apparently heeded her warning, not saying anything but glaring at me.

"You had no right to keep their death from me. Absolutely no right. I had a fucking right to know, Rosalie and you're not the one who gets to decide that. They were my parents too!"

"Yeah, well they were mine first." Was she serious?

"What, are you five? Seriously? 'They were mine first'? Are you kidding me with this shit?"

"You have no idea, do you?" She chuckled, shaking her head before staring at me again. "Did you know that Mom and Dad were told they couldn't have children? You didn't know that, did you? Well, they were told that so they went for adoption. Enter me. And you know what? For the first six years of my life I had everything that I wanted. I didn't have to share their attention or space or anything. Everything I wanted, I got. And then guess what?" Her expression darkened and I didn't break eye contact with her as she stared at me. "Mom finds out she's pregnant. And suddenly, there's a screaming baby that takes everything away. That takes up all Mom and Dad's attention. You were theirs. They made you. They didn't care about me anymore. So you know what? Yeah, I could have called you or whatever when they died but I thought 'why should I'? You took everything from me when you came along. Why should you take this from me as well?"

"I take it back. You're not just fucked up, you need to be fucking sectioned." I spat, my hands shaking as I restrained myself from launching myself at my sister. "Let me get this straight. You withheld the death of my parents from me because you were jealous? Do you not see how screwed up that is? You had absolutely no right to withhold that information from me Rosalie. No right at all. I don't care how you rationalise it in your own head, what you did was fucked up. You want to know what actually happened the night you convinced Jasper not to go home? Oh, yeah, I know about that as well. You want to know what actually happened." I stepped closer, my voice low as I spoke. "Some psycho was trying to kill me, Rosalie. I wasn't cheating on Jasper. If it wasn't for this nice lady," I gestured to Anya and she gave my sister an evil smirk, wiggling her fingers at her, "and her husband, I would be dead. And so would my son. Now, I know that in your screwed up little head, what you did might make sense but to the rest of us here in the sane world, you're an evil bitch and I hope you rot in hell. And any children that are . . . unfortunate enough to have you as a mother . . . well, I pity them and just so you know, there will come a day when they find out who their mommy really is. That she's not who they thought she was. That she's nothing more than a sick, manipulative, underhanded bitch." I stepped back, letting my words sink in as she stood there glaring at me. "Now get out of my office."

She turned to walk away from me before I stopped her. "Rosalie, if you come near my son, I will call the cops. They don't tend to like it when children are threatened. If you know what's good for you, you'll stay away from him. Get out."

She glared at me before storming out of my office. Her husband stood there, staring at me. "What? Realised you didn't know your wife as well as you thought you did?" I nodded towards the door. "You better go. I remember what she's like when she's pissed."

He walked out of the room, following the pissed off blonde to see Anya giggling as she picked up her bag. "You didn't need me at all."

"It's nice to know that you're there if I need you." I shrugged and she laughed, placing her bag on her shoulder. She tapped my on the shoulder as she walked out of the room and I knew that she had a lunch date with Masen.

I let out a breath, sitting down behind my desk, feeling oddly proud of myself.

. . . . . . . . . .

Anya

I walked quickly out of the office, following blondie and the big guy out of the door.

"Hey, Blondie!" I spat and she turned around, glaring at me as I stopped in front of her. "Just because Jasper's finally figured you out doesn't mean you can come down here thinking you own the place."

"Who the hell are you?" She seethed, standing up straight. She might have been the same height as me flat foot but my heels were higher than hers meaning that I stood about an inch taller than she did.

"I'm the person that helped your brother piece his life back together after the love of his life and his family left him after he'd been attacked, nearly killed and was expecting a baby. You're not just sick, you're despicable." I smirked, crossing my arms across my chest, which had become quite impressive since I'd gotten pregnant thank you very much. "If you hurt him again, in any way, his little threat in there won't be so scary. You hurt him again and you will regret it. And trust me, you'll never forget it.

"Stay away from Edward and his son." I growled and she stepped back, her eyes widening. "If you don't you will regret it."

I let my threat sink in as I walked away towards my car, a smirk on my face.

Nobody hurts my Rogers and gets away with it.

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Like I said, achy and sore and being pregnant sucks. Apparently it gets better. Hopefully that'll happen soon.

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