A/N: Okay, so, I realized that I could not proceed with chapter twelve without this little insert between chapters, so here it is. Enjoy.

Stand Strong Chapter 11 ½: A Father...?

"But Edward, you hate Jacob." Draco said incredulously.

"I don't hate the dog. Pity him, sure. But I don't hate him." Edward said slowly.

"But… after what happened… you had been totally against him." Draco pieced together.

"He was being influenced by a drug. That much I believe. The pup is nothing if not gullible. And yes, I despised him for months. But Draco, in this existence that we're in, holding grudges is like poison. It will undo you." Edward said. He sighed. "Jacob has been through a lot. He loved Bella, and I snatched her away. He thought he'd never love again. Then you arrived and he thinks he's imprinted on you. He isn't going to give up what he thinks is his only chance at love."

"But Edward, when I asked Carlisle to explain the imprint, he said the wolf feels its imprint's pain and it can't hurt its imprint. How can I be his imprint if he can stand to hurt me?" Draco asked.

"I think it has something to do with that drug, but I can't be sure. I don't know much about imprinting." Edward said.

"Neither does Carlisle, it seems. He told me all he knew, which was little more than I knew before." Draco said.

Edward was quiet for a moment. Draco could tell he was thinking so he stood quiet, listening to the squeaking of the chair as Edward rocked him.

Draco allowed himself to relax. He wondered if this was what it was like to be rocked by a dad. To feel safe and secure and… loved. Lucius had never been much of a father, let alone a dad. It was partly because he didn't know how to be, because he didn't have the emotional capacity, and partly because he devoted himself to being the best Death Eater he could be. Narcissa had told Draco once that, as far as she knew, it wasn't possible to be a great Death Eater and a dad at the same time. It was trying to be both a kind, loving person and being a murderer – it was just not possible. One side had to take over eventually. The two sides could not co-exist. One must make a choice, and Lucius had made his long ago.

Edward's voice startled Draco out of his thoughts.

"If you want to know more, go to Billy Black .Go in the morning, Jacob will likely be out, taking care of pack business still and you will likely not run into him." Edward said.

Draco nodded, but said nothing. He knew it was close to a miracle that Edward was allowing him to go to la push quietly and without a fight.

So Draco closed his eyes and just for a little while, he promised himself, pretended Edward was his dad.