Stinson shakes his head. "Don't worry. I wouldn't try to buy his favour at all. You are his parent who will be around the most. He has to be able to see you as the stable one. I'll act mad once in a while so he thinks I'm not all that cool after all." He laughs. "And if he ever needs telling off, you can just threaten that you're gonna call his father and I can do the shouting. I don't mind being the bad guy. He will get spoiled sometimes though. I can't deny that. When is his birthday? I feel like I owe him some presents." Stinson smiles when she talks about being woken in the night and not being able to get him to settle. "I've been there. The first night it was my turn to look after Jackson and Chantal stayed in bed, I was just stood there when he was crying, thinking 'what the hell am I doing wrong?'" He nods. "We all learn in the end though, huh? And it seems like you learned just fine. He seems happy and that's a credit to you. I guess I got a bit of catching up to do with his affections. Not that I'll ever be as important to him as you are though. I wouldn't try to be. He listens again and nods as he walks over and puts his glass down on the side. "Did you boob feed him? I heard that helps them calm a lot easier. I guess all guys just love boobs," he jokes.

"I would try to play soccer with him, but I can't help but think I would be useless. Americans huh?" he laughs. "Maybe I'll bring him a train set or something. Something I can help him build up and play with." He smiles as he thinks of having the chance to spend time with Luca, building a train set and showing him how to make it all work.

Stinson smiles at her and nods in agreement. "Yeah. I know what you mean. The last thing we want is for him to turn out like one of those Rose-Hilton kids. According to Twitter, they are totally spoiled." He laughs. "He should learn that you need to work for what you get in life, I totally agree. And hey, his dad is super smart, so you never know, it might just rub off." He winks and laughs. "He is? Wow...well I'll need to come then. Yeah, I wouldn't miss that. I'd be a bit of a shit if I knew about him and still didn't come to his birthday. I'll bring him something nice for a present....and your parents can glare at me. I bet they hate me, right?" He laughs. "He's teething as well. Wow....I missed a lot, right? I feel kinda bad still for not being there for him and stuff when he was young." he chuckles at her story. "So he likes his food then? That must be the Italian blood. Jersey Shore taught me that Italian people love to eat."

"I don't even know any of the rules of soccer. I'm pretty much useless when it comes to sports we have in America. I grasp what the Superbowl is, but apart from that I know nothing about sport. I've always been more into the theater and art and stuff. I sound like a right dick, don't I?" he laughs and sits back down. "I'll do that then. I think I'm gonna enjoy getting to know him. He seems like such a happy kid and you've done a really really great job with him."

"Really? You should try out Twitter. There's some really funny shit that goes on on there, I promise," he laugh. "You can see how bad other parents are and show yourself how much of a good mom you are. Seriously there are some fucking awful parents out there." He smirks and nods in agreement. "Thanks....I may have acted like an ass at times but I am "booksmart". I'll try to pass that on to him if you want." He pretends to use telekinetic powers and then winks. He pulls a nervous face when she mentions the truth about her family. "Do they hate me that bad?" He sighs. "Can I ask what the reason is? Like....do they think I left you when you were pregnant? Or is it justbecause I got you pregnant? Either way, I'll prove to them that I'm a serious guy, that I can take my responsibility and be the best parent I can be." He shrugs. "That's all I can do right? Or are there any gifts I shoul buy them?" He laughs. "Well I hope there's a big spread at the party then. We Irish like to drink....but if I'm not drinking I'm happy to eat a whole lot."

Stinson laughs when she looks confused. "Yeah....make sure you don't get too impressed now. I've always been a theater guy. I used to be a comedian, and I got into that through being an actor. And now I do this...it wasn't a natural progression, but I enjoy it." He smiles as she sits down ,trying his best not to flirt with Bianca again, but failing miserably. "Oh, Jackson?" he asks. "He's asleep just now. I just put him down for a nap when you got here. He was up all night so he'll sleep well just now. He's like a little baby owl sometimes." He smirks. When she mentions them being alone, he thinks for a moment and then smirks. "Yeah....we had some good times...didn't we?" he asks, looking up in the end to smile at Bianca, nervous as to what her reaction will be to his comment. He didn't mind being alone with her. It just made him remember how hot for each other they had been, how raw and passionate their sex had been back then, and he liked that animalistic nature of what they had had.

"Follow people like that blonde kid from Weekend and that red headed retard who won Big Brother...the season you were on it. How anyone let those two have kids is a fucking mystery to me." He laughs. "You'll feel like supermom after reading that, let me tell you." When she mentions how her family feels about him, he scratches his stubble and laughs a little. "Well, fuck. I can try to win them over I guess. Hey, if I do well with Luca then surely that will show them I really care, right?" He smiles at her and stands nervously. He then chuckles at her next statement, thinking how stereotypical it sounds which amuses him a little. "Oh really? So there's gonna be a million Italians there in one room.....drinking and partying...and one good for nothing Irishman who knocked up their daughter/cousin/niece? Question....am I gonna be able to walk out this party or will I be swimmin' with the fishes?" He winks to show he's joking.

"Yeah I was a stand up and everything. I used to have my own show a bit like Saturday Night Live and stuff before I got into the music business. I miss it a little. And thanks," he says with a wink, seeing the way she blushes. Was she flirting with him now? Stinson was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Bianca was so beautiful, and he wanted her badly....but could he do it? "Yeah....yeah Jackson's never really...travelled," he says absentmindedly, trying to take his thoughts away from Bianca and sex. He looks up at her as she starts to think about it all, and he can see the look in her eyes. Was he imagining it, or was Bianca remembering their nights together with the same vivid details he did? He laughs a little when she speaks, trying to distract himself from thinking about her naked...from imagining the way they would move against each other. He shakes his head. "Ummm...yeh....yeah, I'll get you a drink." He turns away from her and goes to the bar to pour her a glass, closing his eyes and trying to forget all about the thoughts raging in his head.

When he comes back, Stinson smiles and puts her glass on the table nervously. He stands there, thoughts battling for priority in his head as he tries to decide what to do, tries to tell himself what he wants. He sighs a little...."fuck it," he whispers, moving over to Bianca. "Hey," he says, and when she looks up, he takes the plunge, trying not to think about it. He takes her face gently in his hands as he steps forward, closing his eyes and softly placing his lips against hers briefly. He then steps back ever so slightly, still very close to her, staring into her eyes. "Sorry.." he whispers...breathing heavily.

That's the one. I'm surprised they let her go outside without a helmet on. She probably thinks that baby she has is just a doll," he teases, before rubbing his arm where she hit him. "Damn, Bianca, that hurt woman." He jokes, shaking his head at her suggestion. "Believe me...if I didn't like them I wouldn't try. I'm not that sort of guy who pretends to like people. I'm bonding with Luca because he's my son, and if your parents choose to be cool about it then that would be nice. If not....well I'm sure I will survive....uuuuunless they want me to wear some concrete shoes...." he laughs. "I'm joking. I'm joking.I do hope that they like me though. It would be easier for everyone I reckon, you know?" He smiles. "Perhaps we should spend time just as the three of us as well though. It would be good for Luca I think, to be around both parents together. It would be nice." He smiles.

After the kiss, Stinson's mind was racing. He had felt that instant connection when their lips had come together, that amazing chemistry that had drawn them together all that time ago and caused them to have such incredible sex. He stares at her - there was no denying it at all, she was incredibly beautiful, and he was unable to stop himself from staring at her. He had feelings for her for sure, no matter how much it scared him to admit that to himself. The kiss was soft and passionate all at once, just as he remembered every kiss with her - and he loved it just like that. He stands there, able to hear his heart beating as the silence nearly kills him. Will she slap him? Will she leave and never let him see Luca? A million thoughts fly around his mind....and then she asks for another kiss. He takes a deep breath, butterflies in his stomach now, but he could not deny that he wanted it just as much. She was stunning in his eyes, and he takes the step forward to close the gap again. He puts his hands on her hips this time, closing his eyes and bringing his face down as their lips connect again, more passionately this time, nearly taking his breath away as he moves his lips against hers, his tongue briefly brushing against her lips ever so softly as his mind goes blank, nothing else mattering at all to him at that moment.

Stinson smiles and nods. "It really does, yeah." Even an hour ago, the thought of hanging out alone with Luca and Bianca would have terrified him, but he was warming to the idea now that he saw them more as his son and the mother of his child. He was looking forward to the chance to see all three of them have the chance to do something.

As he feels her arms go around her neck, Stinson pulls her closer, his arms moving from her hips to her back as he holds her against him. The way it felt to feel her lips on his and the electricity between them made the whole thing seem familiar, like something he had been missing for so long since he last saw her. He never realised how much he had wanted her until now, having forced himself to forget her, but he never really had let her go. He kisses her a little deeper, allowing his tongue to part her lips for a few seconds as he hears his own breathing start to speed up a bit. He couldn't deny it anymore, everything about Bianca drew him in, from the way her eyes looked, to the perfect curves of her body and her sexy figure, to the way she felt against him. His hands move up her back a little as he continues to kiss her with a renewed passion that showed her how much he had missed her in the last almost 2 years. He lifts her shirt a little, allowing his hands to touch the skin of her back, so he could feel real contact with her again, and he groans a little at the feel or her smooth warm skin. Everything about her was attractive and sexy to Stinson, and she turned him on always. He didn't even care that there was always a chance of Chantal coming home and seeing this. At that moment, only he and Bianca mattered. When the kiss breaks, he smiles at her, then when she whispers to him, he leans in, kissing her neck over and over. "Let's take this to the bedroom...fuck, I've missed you Bianca." He holds her hand and starts to walk from the living room.

As Stinson leads Bianca into his bedroom at the top of the stairs, he looks around the room, seeing a few of Chantal's things lying around. He didn't mind, but he hoped it wouldn't bother Bianca to see them. When they got in, he quickly closed the door behind them, almost unable to keep his emotions in check now, desperate to have her after so long. He smiles and gently pushes her up against the door, again passionately kissing her. This time though he quickly lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it across the room, grinning as he sees her body for the first time in two years. "So hot," he whispers as his hands glide across her hips and he plants a kiss on her shoulder. Everything was like a dream now for him. He had to admit that of all the women he had been with in the past, Bianca had been the one that he thought of more than anyone else, and he never thought that he would get the chance to be with her again. She was always far more adventurous and exciting in bed than even Chantal had been and he loved that about her. He starts kissing her neck softly again as they stand pressed against the door still. He then starts to unbutton his own shirt and smiles at her as he looks into her eyes, seeing that lustful look that he had seen so often before. As he takes his own shirt off, he holds her hand again, pulling her over towards the bed and wrapping his arms around her as they fall backwards onto it, Bianca now on top of him as he smiles up at her. "Here we are again," he says with a grin that suggests he wanted nothing more in the world right now than Bianca.

Stinson smiles at Bianca when she starts to touch his body. He remembered that in the past she had always made comments about how much she liked his abs and his chest, and he could see that nothing had changed. When she comments on her own body, he smirks, nodding. "Yeah. Exactly the way I like it. You just look...perfect, Bianca. I love your body." It was true as well, ever since the first time they had been together and he had seen her naked, he had been absolutely transfixed with Bianca's body. She was slim, but not too slim like some of those slut girls in magazines, she had the perfect curves, and Stinson loved to put his hands all over her. When they fell together onto the bed, he could sense something good was about to happen. It always did between them. He really had always had the best sex of his life with Bianca, and no one before or since had been able to make him feel like that - he was sure it was a similar outcome for her. And then she questions what they are doing and his heart sinks a little. He takes her hand as he listens to her speak, staring up at her the whole time.

"It's ok...it's ok Bianca, you don't need to worry." He smiles at her as if to make her feel a bit easier. He didn't want anything else in the world more at the moment than Bianca, and for once in his life he wasn't playing games or just trying to get sex. He genuinely did have feelings for her and he wanted to feel her body connect with his again, to feel himself inside her like in the days they used to enjoy. He nods and then sits up, still with her on top of him so that their faces are close when she puts her hands on his. He smiles as he stares into her eyes. "If you don't want to do it, Bianca, I understand." He plants a soft kiss on her lips. "But I want this. It's the right thing for us. I feel this is what we both want more than anything." He kisses her again as if to assure her that what he says is true. "She won't be back soon. Plus....you're the one I want," he blurts out.

Stinson smirks at her when she shows off her body a little more. He was amazed how in shape she still was having just had a baby not all that long ago. Some women would show the effects for a long time, but Bianca looked truly incredible. Every movement she made now was sexy to him, and when she kissed his neck, he moans and puts his head back, his fingers tracing lightly across the skin of her hips. He loved being with Bianca - she always made as much of an effort as he did, and not many women he had been with had done that - it allowed them both to truly let go and just be everything to one and other in bed, giving it their all and enjoying some of the most passionate and hot sex around. He pushes one of her bra straps from her shoulder and kisses her shoulder over and over, enjoying the soft warmth of her skin against his lips. He was enjoying every second of this reunion, loving the fact that she was back in his arms once again. "You're so warm," he says with a little chuckle before kissing her lips again.

Stinson holds her close to him, desperate to make her feel better and calm her down, because he really did want this, everything, just as much as she did, and he didn't want anything to come between them. Not even his relationship with Chantal. He nods when she speaks. "You're not wrong, Bianca. How can it be wrong....it feels like it's perfect." He kisses her shoulder again. "You don't have to worry about it." When she smiles and questions him, he looks into her eyes and smiles, nodding. He leans forward and gives her a long deep kiss - not the kind of kiss that says "I want sex", but the sort of passionate embrace that says "I want you." He sits back a little and lifts her hand, putting it on his heart. "I'm not saying it just because. I am saying it because I mean it. I forgot how much you meant to me Bianca. I promise I mean it." He waits for her reaction, hoping she didn't shoot him down in flames. He felt a slight bit of guilt at what he was doing to Chantal, but he couldn't deny his feelings for Bianca now. He had to be honest. For both of them.

When Bianca sucks on Stinson's finger, he smiles and closes his eyes. "Fucking hell, that's hot," he whispers. She never failed to amaze him in the bedroom, always surprising him with her sexy little moves like that. He decides to compete with her and leans forward, where he runs his tongue lightly all the way from her collarbone, up her neck and to her ear, where he exhales sexily against her, trying to give her those chills. He smiles when she compliments him. "Thanks. You....just everything about you is so good," he chuckles again, pushing the other bra strap down, so it was now only the clasp at the back holding it on her. Suspense was always part of their sex that Stinson loved. With others, he got impatient, but with Bianca, waiting was part of the fun, like opening the best present ever, because he knew what he was going to enjoy later would be the best sex he had had in almost two years when they both just let go and went all out with each other.

Stinson smiles at Bianca after the promise, seeing the way it changed her impression. She seemed to trust him more, instinctively, and he was happy to see it because he meant every word he said to her. He had opened himself up and painted a target on his chest for one of the first times ever, and she hadn't shot him down, which made him feel warm inside. When she pushes herself against him, he instinctively pushes his own hips up against hers and moans before looking down in time to see the lacy red underwear. "Wow..." he whispers, mesmerised by her. He unbuckles his own jeans and pushes them off, eager not to waste any more time. When she starts to kiss down his stomach, he puts his hand in her hair, running his fingers through it. Everything she did sent a bolt of electricity through him, and he reaches around slowly to unclasp her bra, unable to catch a glimpse of her chest straight away but waiting for the moment when he could. "You're beautiful Bianca," he says as he hooks his fingers into her pants, as if waiting for permission to take them off.