I woke up by Jasper's touch. His eyes were just like his mother's and his hair too.
"Papa, wake up..."
"Come here, son."
I held my little Jasper tight when Melissa came in. She was smiling at me and telling me to go downstairs so we could all have breakfast with Agathe. I stood up holding Jasper in my arms. Her Mom loves it when she sees us together like father and son should.
When we got to the dining area, Maia was sitting next to Agathe while Katharina was on the other side of her. My family and I sat down together across Agathe and Thaddeus on my side.
The breakfast was great, of course, Kath and Mat cooked it. We were happily eating when suddenly Agathe threw up. We were worried, but she said she was fine and just wants to lie down. We did what she asked.
I didn't know Jas was left in the room with Agathe, and when I came back to get him, she and Jasper were talking. I was listening at the other side of the door.
"What's your name?" Agathe asked.
"Jasper Cleo Kline. How about you?"
"Oh, my name is Agathe Eloise Evans, but you can call me Aggie, nice to meet you, sir Jasper."
Jasper giggled, "You too...". I peeked through the door and saw my son touching Agathe's face. "You're pretty, Aggie."
"You think so?"
"Yes," Jasper said while nodding. "Why's your face like that?"
"I'm-uh..."
I barged in to answer the question, my son was a bit rude, isn't he? I can't blame him, he was just a kid.
"Aunt Aggie is fighting a monster called cancer."
"What's that?" My son looked at me confused.
"You'll understand when you grow up Jas."
"Okay."
"So," Agathe continued to speak, "How old are you, Jasper?"
Jas held up two fingers. Then, Melissa came in.
"I'm sorry, did I disturb you? I'm just going to get Cleo for a bath," She said.
"No, no, not at all, be a good boy Jasper."
Agathe tickled Jasper while Melissa got him and kissed me on my forehead. "I'm just gonna leave you two alone to talk," she whispered and then came out and closed the door.
"Your son is very smart. I have never seen a kid like him."
"It's his mom's intelligence."
"He's got his mother's eyes..."
She started tearing up silently. I just looked at her while she wiped her eyes. I hate to see her cry because I love her, but not the way I loved her back then, I just love her for the memories.
"I'm sorry," the words came out of her mouth. "For everything."
"It's not your fault," I assured her, holding her hand and looking at her teary hazel eyes.
"Now I know why you did that."
I knew what she was talking about, the break-up that we had on her birthday.
"My father, he's- I hate to say this but he was an asshole."
"Was?"
"He's not my father anymore. I don't want to see him. That's why I disappeared. I hid from him."
