It was a nice morning when Stinson ha got up an hour or so again. With Chantal being away for work, and Jackson still having a strange sleep schedule from time to time, he hadn't been getting a lot of sleep throughout the night, meaning he normally got up round mid-day. This was the first time he had been looking after Jackson alone since he was born seven months ago, and he was finding it quite a challenge - realising just how much Chantal did around the house and with their son. However, he was managing to cope, even if he did have to call her from time to time, and he was loving having this chance to bond with his son more than usual. Life had settled pretty well for Stinson in the last few months, going from being something of a player to a family man and settling down with a long term girlfriend and a kid - something he never saw happening to him in his life. He was thankful every day that he had been given the gift though, and he would never change it for the world. He had been awoken late in the morning today by the cries of Jackson, something he never minded. In fact, when he was awoken, he smiled, pleased to be needed and glad that there was someone in the world to whom he meant so much.

He was now stood in the kitchen making a coffee for himself as he whistles and periodically sings mindlessly to himself. He had fed and bathed Jackson when he got up before putting him back down for a nap and jumping in the shower himself. Now he was stood in the kitchen with his towel around his waist, his hair still wet as he pours himself a cup of coffee and walks back into the bedroom while singing the new Brandon Caulfield track. Seeing a picture of himself, Chantal and Jackson all smiling on the bedside cabinet, Stinson smiles and shakes his head slightly, still finding it hard to believe how much those two meant to him, especially given the way he had been in the past. He throws hos towel into the corner of the room and changes into a pair of slacks and a golf shirt before returning to the kitchen with a little skip in his step. He just takes the first sip of coffee when he hears the doorbell ringing. Confused as to who would be visiting him, he walks to the door and opens it as far as the security chain allows it to go. Seeing who was there, a strange look spreads across his face.

"Oh....hey," he says, clearly a little perplexed by Bianca's appearance on his doorstep. "yeah?"

As Stinson stands there on the door step, mixed emotions low through his mind as he stands there and just stares at Bianca, someone he hadn't seen in well over a year, maybe two. The last time he had seen her, he was leaving her in bed in a very expensive hotel room while he snuck out of the back door to avoid being papped. And now here she was, on his door step, invading upon the perfect family life he had managed to forge for himself in the last year. He felt mad that she would even dare come here and risk upsetting all that he would work for, but at the same time he was curious as to why she had come at all. He looks her up and down, remembering all those moments from the past and then immediately trying to shake them from his head as he sighs. He tried not to be rude, but his brain was screaming at him over and over to find out what it was she wanted from him.

He nods, stepping outside and partly closing the door as if to stop the sound of their conversation floating into his new life. He nods at her. "Um...yeah. Yeah I remember you...of course," he says nervously to her. "You know....what are you doing here?" he asks, lifting his hands and letting out an exasperated and nervous laugh.

When Stinson heard her speak again, he immediately knew what this was all about. She had been quiet in her career for more than a year now, and it must have been a struggle for her to get a deal and releasing music again, so she was obviously here to see if she could turn to the guy she used to sleep with and sweet talk him into getting a nice little contract. He relaxed a little when he realised what a position of power he was in and smirked at the idea of her coming straight to him. There was no way that he could give a deal to someone who had just turned up on his door step like this, and especially not after what they had done in the past. If Chantal found out, she would never forgive him. At the same time though, he didn't want to just cast her aside on the doorstep, so he decided to give her her chance to speak and at least not embarrass her out here where people could see them. He nods and scratches his stubble as she finishes speaking, quite unable to pick up on the real nervous aura around Bianca that should have told him something was wrong.

He sighs. "Yeah...sorry, like new phone and stuff," he says, half palming her off in that way Stinson always did, rejecting women in an off the cuff way that disappointed them and made them want more all at the same time. He looks at her for a moment and shrugs his shoulders, deciding there was little harm she could do, especially given that Chantal wasn't home at the moment anyway. "Do you want to come in then? We can talk about...whatever it is in here, if you want to." He stands to the side as if to give her space to come inside.

Stinson looked at Bianca with a little scowl as she walks past him and makes it obvious that she is keeping as far from him as possible, strange given that the last time he had seen her she had been all over him, worshipping his body. When she walks in, he shrugs and pushes the door shut quietly and turns to face her. "Do you wanna take a seat?" he offers, pointing towards the living room through the hallway from the front door. It was a fantastic big room with a vintage look and two large leather couches. He walks into the room, expecting her to follow behind him. Stinson felt a little weird that she was here, in he and Chantal's home, especially given that he had been sleeping with Bianca in the first few months after he got together with the GirlSpice singer, but he would never let his true feelings show to her. It was part of the reason he had been so good at cheating back then anyway, his ability to almost detach himself from his other life and just let himself shut off from any emotional attachment to the girl he was sleeping with.

He motions towards one of the couches, as if showing Bianca where to sit as she makes a snide comment. He shrugs. "Different email address," he quips, not caring that she was obviously bothered by the fact she couldn't contact him. He put it down to the fact she had wanted more of a relationship with him, something he had gotten used to in his life. He laughs a little and shrugs again. "Sorry I didn't call, babe. You know how it is though." He motions towards the pictures of himself and Chantal almost smugly as he stands behind the sofa. "I'm gonna grab a coffee. Do you want a drink?"

"Well alright then," Stinson says sarcastically as they walk into the living room. He could tell she didn't want to be here anymore than he wanted her here, which confused him a little. He had thought that she was here to get a record deal, but surely she wouldn't be so cold if she wanted to sweet talk him into signing her. I bet she has photos and she's gonna try to blackmail me, he thinks to himself, shaking his head. No chance, babe. That ain't happening. As much as he hadn't cared when she got here, he saw the look of disdain that she gave to his living room and he scowled. He was proud of his design and his love for all things sophistication, and the way she looked at his decor pissed him off. He had long since stopped thinking about Bianca, like most of the women whose panties he had gotten into over the years. But now she seemed just as cold towards him it almost annoyed him that she didn't care any more than he did. He watches her walk into the room, thinking how he would love to get rid of her as soon as is possible.

When she sits and rejects a drink, he scoffs a little. In circles he was brought up in, to refuse something offered by a host was very rude, but he hadn't really expected all that much more from Bianca. He leans on the back of the couch as he listens to her speak, nodding as he barely listens to her. When she says she won't come back though, he looks up and seems to be paying more attention, suddenly wondering what she was talking about. Maybe it wasn't the label after all. He stands up and folds his arms before he goes off to the kitchen to pour himself a coffee, doing his best to retain his cool. When he returns, Stinson sits on the couch as far from Bianca as possible. He looks across at her and crosses his legs as he takes a drink, a confident and smug look on his face. "Well....ok then, so what is it you want to say?" he asks, quite keen to get her to say what she wants and back out of the door.

When Stinson comes back and sits down with his coffee, he gave her a sort of displeased and impatient look that implored her to get on with it. He didn't have a clue what he was getting into it, and if he did, there was no way he would look as cocky and arrogant as he did right now. After all, despite the fact he was a great father to Jackson now, when Chantal had first told him that he was to become a father, he freaked out. Little did he know that he had already impregnated someone else, and he was much closer to being a father than he even thought at that moment. He looks over at her again and narrows his eyes a little as he sees the way she looks nervous and fidgety. She was never someone to have been nervous or worried in the past, always seeming confident and sure of herself. He takes a drink and sighs as she apparently builds up the courage to get out what she had come here to say.

As she starts to speak, Stinson sits forward in his chair, draining the coffee from his cup and placing the mug on a table in front of him. He clasps his hands in front of him and listens intently. When she mentions them not being careful, his heart sinks, but his brain automatically tries to rationalise it. "An STD?" he thinks to himself. "What the fuck? She never seemed dirty at all?" His mind is racing so much that he almost misses the next part of what she has to say, but her sarcasm does nothing to lighten the mood when the reality clicks in his mind and he realises what she is talking about. He stands and brings a hand up to his mouth, shaking his head from side to side as he lets her finish. "No way," his brain tells him. "She must have made a mistake. You need answers Stinson!" But as much as he was thinking rationally, what actually came out was far from rational. Fear took over and he looks over at her, immediately looking away again. This would ruin everything. Chantal, Jackson, it would ruin the whole lot, and he wasn't about to let that happen. He takes a deep breath and walks to the window, looking out as he steadies his shaking hands on the frame. "Ok....ok Bianca. Is that all? I guess we're done here then, yeah?" He closes his eyes and wishes the whole situation away.

Stinson stands there and thinks over things for a few moments. He tried to remember back to the times he had been with Bianca, and as far as he could remember he had always been careful with her, he had always worn a condom before they had full sex. So it couldn't be his, could it? His mind tried to rationalise the whole situation and help him get out of the situation almost. But then as soon as he started to think of an excuse, his own mind betrayed him. He had always been safe with Chantal as well before he had gotten her pregnant...and Jackson was definitely his. He shakes his head, how could it happen to him twice so closely together? He sighs as he takes it all in once more. He thought he had everything in life settled, assumed that he would marry Chantal and the three of them would go on to be a real family and live happily ever after. But this was a spanner in the works. He knew Chantal loved him, but she was a proud woman, and she had a temper. There was no way she would accept something like this. He puts his head down and then sinks back onto the couch.

As Bianca yells at him, Stinson starts to zone out a little. He had to expect this after what he just said to her. He had reacted in the same way when Chantal had told him. She had offered him the door and he very nearly walked out that day without question. The way Bianca reacts tells him that he has a way out if he wants to take it, but then he thinks about how much he loves Jackson, and how the thought of him growing up with no dad would kill him. He couldn't wish the same on another kid, could he? She continues to yell at him for a few more minutes, understandably disgusted at the way he had dismissed her and tried to lead her towards the door, and he nods. The thing was, he didn't even know how she really felt about the situation. It was obvious at the moment that she hated him now - he could tell that as soon as she walked in the door. Had she wanted him to react like this so she could have his blessing to raise....her child... on her own? His mind raced again as he tried to work it all out in his mind. He then sees Bianca walking towards the door and he realises that his chance to do the right thing rests in this very narrow window. He stands and moves towards her, reaching out. Stinson gently grabs Bianca by the wrist as she walks towards the door. "Wait...Bianca, stop. I'm sorry. That was wrong. We need to talk about....this...this whole situation," he almost whispers to her, scared that he's about to find out the kid really was his. He was praying that she would say there was a chance it was someone else's. As he holds onto her wrist, he looks up. "Sit down, yeah?" he says softly. "We can talk."

There's a brief moment when Stinson looks at Bianca and feels convinced that she is definitely going to leave right there and then, and when she turns to look at him, he sees the absolute anger and pain in her eyes. He sighs and tries to give her a sympathetic look, and when she sits back on the couch, he nods and sits down, feeling a little more calm about the whole situation. He sits back, a little nearer her this time and prepares to ask a question. He's surprised, however, when Bianca pre-empts what he was going to say and confirms the paternity of the kid. He nods and tries not to laugh at how perfect her timing was. Stinson groans as the reality of having another kid sets in and he looks at the floor. "Fucking hell..." he whispers. "I'm sorry, Bianca. This is just...fucking me up right now. I know it's not your fault. Hey...we both did it, right?" He shakes his head and bites his lip. "I appreciate you coming to tell me now. Shit, this is gonna fuck with my life," he sighs, fading in and out of apologies and selfish comments.

He looked over at her again. "I wonder how it happened. We always wore a condom, right? Shit, it's like fucking deja vous. These Stinson sperm just seem to laugh in the face of contraception," he says, trying to make a joke about the whole situation. "So.....tell me about him...I guess," he says, almost feeling himself throw up. His own statement made it seem all the more real about having this kid and it scared him to no end.

Stinson shakes his head when she starts to get sarcastic with him. "Look, I'm fucking sorry, alright, Bianca? But I don't know what you were expecting. I have a lot going on here as you can tell." He looks sideways at the picture of himself and Chantal smiling and immediately turns the photo round to face the other way out of guilt and the feeling that Chantal's eyes are staring at him. "Were you expecting to tell me this and then the three of us would just go off and start a life somewhere and I'd just dump my girlfriend and my kid? Or were you just expecting me to fork out money to pay for him?" As soon as he says the second part, he feels it was a mistake. He was sure that it was never her intention to sit here and demand money from him, and he had no idea why he even said it. He looks up at her and the way she stares at him. He can see the way she hates him, no doubt she hated him the moment she found out she was pregnant, but he could see that spark in her eyes that had attracted him in the first place, her fiery character. "I should not have said that," he muses quietly, knowing that it was likely the damage had already been done.

He sighs as she speaks again. She was a few years younger than he was, but at the moment she seemed a hell of a lot more mature about this whole situation - she did have a lot more time to get used to the whole thing though. He nods. "Well....I appreciate you coming here to tell me. How come you didn't tell me sooner? I mean it's been a hell of a long time since we went to bed last." he sighs again. "I guess I had to know sometime. It's better to get it out in the open now before I start something serious with anyone anyway....she'll fuck off with Jackson now, I know it." He puts his head in his hands and groans before he listens to her describe her son...his son...their son and it provides something of a sobering moment that even causes him to smile a little. "Soccer, huh? He doesn't take after....I mean...I never liked sports really." He sighs. "I guess this is real then. Fucking hell, a son I've never met for a whole year. Do you have any pictures of him?" He was still terrified, but he knew he had to make some sort of effort. he was sure of one thing, he didn't want Bianca to just take away the option of him ever meeting the kid.

He's surprised when Bianca starts to rant, and Stinson starts to try to get a word in, but can barely manage to stop her in full flow like this. He laughs a little at the way she keeps calling him out for the comment he made about money and then feels annoyed at her. "You know what? I said it was a fucking mistake! I never meant to say it, Bianca alright? Excuse me if I'm not as cool and calm about all this shit as you are. Because here's a fucking newsflash for you: This sort of thing comes as a surprise to people. I got up today thinking I had everything in life sorted. I know I had a shit past, and fuck, maybe I deserve this, but I never expected my actions to come back and bite me in the ass like this. It's a surprise and I'm allowed to be a bit fucking irrational when I'm panicking about things, alright?" He shakes his head. Did she just say she thought he knew her? Was she crazy? "See...this is the thing - we don't know each other at all, Bianca. That's why this is fucked up. "e had a few nights full of lust and shit together...and no, you weren't dumb enough to get pregnant, but these things clearly happen...and now we have a biological connection for life!" That last point hits him hard even as he says it, and Stinson gulps, taking a seat back on the couch again. They were linked forever now. "I mean...don't worry, I'm never going to just abandon the kid. I just didn't want you to come here demanding money from me. I won't be blackmailed. I'll pay my share though. I'm sorry."

Stinson shrugs and sits back in his chair as he thinks the whole thing over. He knew that Chantal did love him. They had come to be a great couple together over the last couple of years, but there was no way at all that she would let him get away with this or ever forgive him for it. "Nah. She loves me. But she's far too strong willed and full of pride to be with someone who would get himself into a situation like this, you know?" He groans again. Why did stuff like this always happen to him? He remembered a time when fun just meant fun and he didn't end up tied into anything as a result of the things he did. Stinson stands for a moment and goes to pour himself another coffee. When he comes back, he takes the seat next to Bianca and looks at the pictures she has in her wallet of Luca. He smiles when he sees the kid looking so happy and healthy, but tries to hide how happy he looks at seeing his kid, the son he never knew he had. When he sees how much the kid looks like him, he shakes his head and lets out a little scoff of disbelief. "Well....there's no paternity test needed there, I guess," he says in a tone filled with guilt. Luca looked far more like Stinson than Jackson did and he felt bad about that considering he never even knew he existed for the first year of his life.