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Happy birthday 'Brazos'. I'm not sure if I'm late or on time but yeah…and your great idea has been mentioned in this chapter

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Carlisle's POV

As the days go by, I worried less and less about leaving Jasper at home with my wife while I worked but as soon as I was called away from a patient about a phone call regarding my son, I was already aware of which 'son' it was about.

Esme had told me that Jasper had cut open his hand after smashing Rosalie's mirror during a tantrum but she knew that taking him to a hospital would be a bad idea in a case like his. It's a good job that I'm a doctor otherwise we would be stuck for ideas about what to do with him.

I had left the hospital early to tend to Jasper but during my drive home I had a long think about what to do with him? The tantrum had been caused because he wanted me but I was at work. I was already spending as much time as I could with him but it didn't seem to be enough for him. I didn't like the way he was resolving to violence to get what he wants and that was something I had to sort out before he really hurts somebody.

When I reached home and put my house key through the key hole which had alerted Jasper with my arrival as I heard both Rose and Esme call after him. Within seconds of me opening the door, Jasper was by my side with his fingers clenched into my sleeve tightly; with his good hand obviously.

The other was dripping with blood but I noticed a cloth scattered on the floor which was also coated in blood which told me that my wife and daughter had attempted to clean up his wound but Jasper liked being difficult.

I crouched down to his level and scanned his injured hand. All of his knuckles had deep wounds where they had made contact with the glass. Jasper winced as I touch his hand in different places and even snapped his teeth at me when the pain became too much.

"Jasper, stop. I'm trying to help you" I told him sternly.

That's when I got a good look at his face. His cheeks were red and damp as well as his eyes.

"He's been crying?" I stated in a question as I turned my head to my wife.

"Rose found him like that before he started demanding for you" Esme explained.

I turned my gaze to Rosalie, hoping that she would be able to give me more information.

"He's upset about Alice. He's grown attached to her but she won't even notice him now. Dad, since you have put that lock on her door, she has locked herself in that room without a second thought about Jazz. I know that you did it for Alice but Jasper does have feelings and right now, he feels rejected. That's why he wanted you; because he was mad at me, ignored by Alice so he wanted attention by the only other person he felt close to" Rosalie finished.

"Why was he mad at you?" I asked her.

"I don't know. He flipped as soon as I asked him why Alice was avoiding him. He told me he did nothing and then the next minute, he cried for you" Rose answered honestly.

Everything that was going on was confusing me but I was determined to get to the bottom of it. Jasper leaned his head against my chest as he brought his uninjured hand to my shoulder which brought my attention back to him. Rose was right; he didn't care for his hand, he cared that I was here.

"We need to get this stitched up" I told him gently.

He was already familiar with me aiding his injuries so he should be fine. I wrapped my hand lightly around his wrist and raised my body to encourage him to stand. He did so but appeared to be very slouched. I looked towards my wife once more and smiled lightly.

"Prepare some sandwiches and fruit. After I have fixed Jasper's hand I think we should go on another picnic. I have got the rest of the day off after all" I told her.

We regularly had picnics but we hadn't had one since we've had Jasper and we could all do with some family time right now. Jasper needed a mother, relax with his sister and make up with Alice; if I can get her out of her room that is.

Esme nodded so I headed to my study; leading Jasper with me. There was some kind of bounce in his walk as if he was a little excited but I knew it had nothing to do with the picnic I had mentioned because I doubt that he even knew what one was. I believe it had more to do with the alone time that he was about to have with me. Why did I get the feeling that he was trying his hardest to become a 'daddy's boy'. There's the possibility of competing against Edward since I can sense a little tension from them whenever they are both near each other or like I said earlier, maybe he was just in desperate need of attention.

Once I had him in my study, I sat him down on the sofa and then grabbed the needed medical equipment for his hand. While I was fixing his wounds up, his eyes remained on me in fascination. It was almost a repeat of the last time we were here when I had aided the cut on his head which was my favorite moment with Jasper; where he had first called me 'daddy'.

"I don't want you climbing any trees when we go out, alright?" I told him.

The look on his face told me that he understood me as clear as rain.

"Me like twees" Jasper stated innocently.

I smiled a little. This time last week he would have probably just growled or whimpered but I'm getting him to talk a little more now. He understands that we want him to translate the animal noises he makes.

"I know you do. I just don't want you to cause further injury to your hand" I explained.

His eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at his freshly stitched hand and then looked back at me.

"Me got angwy. Me didn't want to do dat" he mumbled as he looked down at the carpet.

I put my finger underneath his chin to raise his head so that he could look at me in the eyes again.

"Why were you angry?" I asked him.

"Me wanted you but you weren't dare" he answered.

"I was working, Jas. I needed to help others who are hurt" I explained to him.

He didn't reply back. He just looked away once more but at least I managed to make a small conversation with him.

"Alright, well that's that. Go and help your mom finish off the food while I get Alice" I told him.

If I refer to Esme as 'mom' to Jasper, it would help him understand her role in the family. I had expected Jasper to protest at the mention of Alice and beg to follow me to see her but instead, all I got was a frown and a small nod before running off out of my study. This boy is confusing me, one moment he begs for the attention of Alice and the next, she doesn't seem to matter.

Things seemed to get more confusing once we were walking through the forest to find a great spot to have our picnic. While Alice was walking at the front by Esme's side, Jasper retreated to the back but Emmett and I remained nearby to avoid losing him; he may have tamed down but this is the first time we were willingly walking through his old home and it might convince him to go back. This picnic is quite a risk; worst case scenario; we lose him but the best case scenario is that he would feel more part of the family.

I was surprised that Jasper's attention to nature wasn't like it had been in previous times when he wondered off outside. He wasn't alert like he usually was. He just kept his head down and followed behind slowly, slouched with his hands in his pockets. He might have just been sulking but I was still worried about him.

I tried to stick to his pace but it seemed that every time I slowed down, he did so even more. Rosalie noticed this as she turned around to check on him but she just rolled her eyes and walked towards him.

"Jasper, if you keep it at this pace, it'll be dark by the time we get there" she told him as she gently grabbed his hand and pulled him along.

He didn't seem to notice her but allowed her to guide him in the right direction at a faster pace. Once we found the perfect spot, Esme placed the blankets and food on the ground while Rose encouraged Jasper to sit. I noticed that Alice kept taking quick glances at Jasper as she sat down a little further away but Jasper never returned the eye contact. I took a sandwich off a plate and offered it to Jasper.

He had a habit of taking any food he found without asking which was why I had put a lock on the kitchen door but I still wake up every morning to find the fruit bowl empty so it was unusual that he wasn't even taking any interest in the food in front of him.

"You're allowed to eat it, Jasper" I coaxed.

Perhaps telling him to not eat or hide every edible thing he sees has finally got thought to him only now he thinks he can't have anything; or it could just be part of his miserable behavior. He moved his head in the opposite direction of the sandwich I had offered him. Yep; definitely sulking.

My wife placed a plate of her homemade cookies near Jasper; knowing that he loved them but when he didn't notice them, she grabbed two and moved near him. She began to eat one for herself, hoping to catch Jasper's attention which it did because I saw him glance at her from the corner of his eye.

"Have one, Jasper. They're nice" she told him as she handed the other cookie out to him.

He turned his head fully to her and watched her as she munched on one of the cookies before cautiously accepting the one in her hand. His eyes quickly flickered over to Alice and for a moment, I thought that he would walk over to her and give her the cookie since it was something that he usually did but then he looked away and ate the cookie for himself.

Esme offered him another one when he finished eating it but this time, he accepted it almost immediately before running off a few metres away to eat it without anybody nearby; another animal behaviour we have grown used to.

We had spent the next few hours finishing off the food and playing a game of baseball. Emmett had been determined to teach Jasper how to play but all he did was chase after the ball every time it was hit into the air. Although he would be a great player on somebody's team since he was very fast, it would help if he gave the ball back instead of having Edward having to chase after him to get it back. I have to admit, as annoying as it was for my son's, Esme and I found it rather amusing.

Good came out of Jasper running away with the ball though; it exhausted him out by the time we were returning home. He had pretty much leaned against me as we walked home since it was beginning to get dark and at that point, I knew that Jasper would be sleeping tonight.

Once we had reached the house, I had ended up carrying him in his bed and stayed with him for just a few minutes just to make sure he was definitely sleeping because it seemed too good to be true but thankfully, he really was sleeping.

I had now found myself knocking on Alice's door before she went to sleep since I need to have a needed chat with her. She opened her bedroom door not long after I knocked and looked at me expectantly.

"I want to talk to you about Jasper" I stated.

"What about him?" She questioned back.

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I tried to think of how to put this. She knew what was going on and I knew that she wasn't going to tell me. Alice was too good at keeping secrets.

"Look, Alice, I don't know what's going on between you and Jasper but whatever has happened, you know you can tell me about it. However, I am sure that pretending that he doesn't exist won't fix things; in fact, it's already making his behavior worse" I told her.

It was always best to just come out with it so I just spoke my mind. Jasper's behavior today; the little tantrum he had, had nothing to do with wanting my attention. He was frustrated about Alice's ignorant behavior and if Alice wouldn't notice him, I was his second option and I wasn't there for him.

Alice bit her lip and looked down at the carpet, guiltily.

"I know" she mumbled.

"Are you going to tell me the truth about what happened?" I asked her.

"I told you the truth" she lied.

I was very good at detecting lies. It was part of being a doctor actually; many patients lie about how they got their injuries.

"Dad, I'll stop ignoring him, okay?" Alice said as she rolled her eyes.

I guess it was the best I'm gonna get out of her tonight.

"Just promise me he hasn't hurt you" I begged in a whisper.

It was one thing that I truly feared. It makes sense the more I think about it. Jasper got closer to Alice as the days passed, reaching the point where he was even showing attraction to her by the way he was trying to impress her and then all of a sudden, Alice wouldn't let him go near her. I feared that he may have touched her sexually during the night. Jasper has learnt how to open doors, he won't sleep at night and then Alice suddenly wants a lock on her door. The pieces fit.

"Dad! How can you think that? He has done nothing; Jasper's innocent. I promise you he has done nothing" She said in a pleading manner.

The way she had begged me to believe her had given me a small bit of hope that Jasper really was innocent in all this. I ran a hand through my hair and close my eyes as I sighed.

"Alright. Just…treat him like a brother; don't let him get too close just in case" I told her.

Even if Jasper was innocent now, if he had got any closer to her, it would have reached the point where he would have started 'exploring' and at this point, I was unsure what Jasper knew. As a human, he thought like a four year old but as an animal, he was fully mature. Animals mated so he might have known a little bit but he had no experience. This was just another thing that he would need to be taught. But then again, it's not just about teaching him, it's also about understanding him. How are we going to teach him if we can't even understand his behavior?

Perhaps having a family isn't enough for him. He's going to need somebody professional; a therapist. It would speed things along; help him become more human. Perhaps I shall give them a call now. With that thought on my mind, I left Alice and headed to my study. If Jasper was going to have a therapist, he needs the best of the best. 'Feral' children are too rare so I won't expect to find a therapist who has experience with them but perhaps I could find somebody with a mix of knowledge on animal behavior and human behavior as well as the qualifications to be a therapist. It's an odd mix but I just know that the right person is out there.

And there we have it….

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