When he walked into class that morning, he did his usual cursory glance around the room, only to notice that the seat next to his was unusually empty. Though his face was blank, confusion showed in his eyes as he took his seat. Thinking that he was just running a little late, he settled into his seat and waiting. But the bell soon rang and everybody was already in the room. Harry wasn't there. This concerned Edward somewhat. He resolved to ask Alice about it at lunch.

By the time lunch did roll around, Edward was almost twitching with curiosity, not that he would admit it, no siree. Sitting at his usual table with his siblings, he stared at Alice. "Where is he?"

She smiled at him, "He stayed home and will be for some time. There's a baby that lives with him and apparently he got sick and Harry is the only one that can keep him calm."

The other for blinked in a very human gesture. "A baby?" asked Rosalie.

Alice nodded, a grin practically splitting her face in half, "Oh, yes. His godson in fact. He's so cute. You should see them together."

His curiosity getting the better of him, Edward looked into her mind to see what she was seeing. It was a very heart-warming sight. Harry was sitting on a bed in what seemed to be his room, cooing at an infant that lay in front of him, changing him. The baby had a small stuffed bear in his hands, chewing on it. He could have sat there, watching the scene all day, if not for the fact that he was at school and he had class to get to. That and Alice and the others would have started to tease him. Though it seemed they would do it anyway. 'Aw, look, Edward has a new love interest,' came a taunt from Emmett, who seemed to be having the time of his life.

'So soon after her? Are you ok with that?' was from Jasper, who was more concerned than anything.

Rosalie and Alice were taunting him, though, and having a grand old time doing so. He scowled at them and stood, walking out of the door as the bell rang.

The rest of the week went on like this, though Alice did go over to his house on Wednesday, something that Edward was immensely jealous of. She had come home grinning and chattering on about how sweet Harry was and how cute the baby was and how insanely awesome his 'family' was, especially the Luna girl. That very night he decided to go see Harry, but, of course, not let him know he was there. Finding his bedroom window quickly, he perched on a tree limb and gazed inside. The room was clean for a seventeen year old. Everything had a place and was kept there, though the desk was slightly a mess, with textbooks scattered across it's surface. The walls were almost bare, with only a few paintings hanging from them, most of which were landscapes. The only one that wasn't was a picture of a man and a woman, both fairly young, holding a baby. He figured that they were Harry's parents.

His bed was situated across from the window, giving Edward a clear view of it. Sitting against the headboard was Harry himself, who was holding the baby that he had been told about. He seemed to be trying to get him to go to sleep. "Come on, Teddy-bear, you need some sleep," he was cut off by a yawn, "and so does Uncle Harry for that matter. I know you're sick, but sleeping will help you get better."

The baby stared at him with odd amber eyes, making Edward think he was a vampire, but, no, his scent was human, though there was a hint of something else, something that almost made him want to hate the baby. But, no, he couldn't. The baby, Teddy, let out a cute yawn before finally settling down and going to sleep. Harry sighed in relief before laying down himself and hugging Teddy close to him.

When he knew that Harry was asleep, he hesitated a moment, thinking back to when he would go into Bella's room to watch her, before shaking himself and going in anyways. The scent was drove him up the wall the first day wasn't there, and for that he was thankful. He crept over and crouched down next to the bed, watching. He looked so peaceful, as opposed to when he was awake. The look in his eyes showed that he was older than his age, as if he had seen things that others hadn't and it haunted him.

His hand reached out to touch him before he drew it back, silently cursing himself. Standing, he made his way back to the window and left, closing it behind him.

The next day, Edward sat in his math class, waiting to see if the objects of his thoughts would appear, but it seemed that someone out there hated him and he didn't appear. He had half a mind to asked Alice again, but he knew that so long as the baby was sick, Harry would be away from school.

The hight point of his day was after school, though it didn't start that way. The wolf was there, waiting, for Bella he supposed. When she came out, her countenance seemed to brighten as she rushed over. "Jacob, are you here to pick me up?"

The look on his face was the opposite of happiness though. "Actually," he ran an agitated hand though his hair, "I'm here to break up with you."

The five siblings stopped their silent growling at that and their eyes widened. The look on Bella's face, though, was priceless. Her eyes were wide, mouth agape, shocked oozed from every pore. "What? What do you mean, 'break up with me'? Why would you break up with me?"

"Well, you remember me tell you about werewolves and how there's only ever one person for them?"

"Yes, the imprinting, what of it?"

"Well..." he trailed off, unsure.

Before Bella could grill him further, Luna came walking over, "Hello, Jacob. Are you here to pick me up?"

His face seemed to light up, "Luna, of course. Dad's been wanting to meet you."

She smiled at him and looped her arm with his, "Let's go then, shall we?"

Bella stared at the two of them, before her shock turned to anger. She turned heel and stormed to her car. That broke through whatever shock the siblings had. Rosalie started to laughed quietly while Emmett let out a booming guffaw. Jasper was holding back a snicker while Alice let out a stream of giggles. Edward was just feeling a sense of righteousness. She finally knew what it was like to get her heart broken. He knew that she would try to get him to take her back, but he felt nothing towards her anymore.

The days passed much like before, though with out a lot of drama. Edward started to spend his nights watching Harry sleep. In a way, it was better than watching Bella sleep. For one, Harry didn't talk in his sleep. He also seemed to cuddle with anything close by, mostly a pillow and Teddy. He looked so innocent, laying there with his hair splayed out around his head, dark lashes curled against his cheeks. So very child-like.

Also, in a way, not being able to smell that intoxicating scent allowed him feelings for him without forcing him. It was a relief, actually. Before, he didn't really know if he had truly loved Bella. It was either love her or kill her, and seeing as how he want to kill humans, he chose the latter. It was a mistake on his part, one he wanted to rectify. And he hoped to try with Harry. The only problem was, did Harry like males? Lord, he hoped so.