This story was inspired by the show "How I Met Your Mother" but the plot is completely original. I don't have an updating schedule yet as I'm going to work on a bunch of the chapters ahead of time so that after the holidays I can post fairly regularity.

"How I Met Your Father" will be 8 chapters long and there will be a sequel but I haven't figured out an outline for it yet.

You can get visual aids that accompany each chapter on my profile that are of characters, sceneries, objects and buildings.

I've rated this story M because there will be mature matters as well as some flawless slash lemony goodness later on. Trust me.

I'm looking for a beta as well, so PM me if you're interested. I hope there aren't too many spelling mistakes in this chapter, I've read it over a million times so hopefully I caught everything

Twilight doesn't belong to me, just borrowing the characters.

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Chapter One – Dad, How Did You Meet Dad? EPOV

March 25th2033

When I was younger, everything felt drastic and life altering. Any split decision could have led me down a completely different life path than the one I truly wanted. Filled with determination and striving for that glorified end result of a picket fence in an alternate universe always left emptiness and disappointment with me. It took years to realize that happiness isn't a cookie cutter. It changes from person to person depending on their demands and expectations. After all these years, after everything that has been thrown at me, kicked in my direction and blessed me, I can finally look back on my delusional youth and blind sided adulthood and realize that happiness has always been there, just in a different place than where I was looking.

I was a very driven human being. When I decided to accomplish something, everything fell to the side so that my goal could be reached. This was one of many flaws I carry. My father's a doctor and so was his, so naturally I grew up with the expectation of following the Cullen tradition and going into the field of medicine after high school. There was never any true pressure form my parents, but had I discussed any alternative for my secondary education I would have been questioned like a murder suspect. Luckily genetics worked in my favor so math's and science's came easily to me in high school and with only some difficulties in university and med school. I never took my eyes off the prize until I had completed all eight years of medical school and training.

I had no regrets on my schooling decisions. I went to University of Washington for my undergrad and Johns Hopkins for med school, both excellent institutions. In all my effort to achieve my career dreams, I let friends, family and love fall to the side, especially love. I did not regret striving towards becoming a surgeon but I do regret not searching for more than one source of fulfillment and contentment.

Maybe life was supposed to lead you on the biggest D turn ever heard of; it certainly did for me because since I was nineteen everything has kept coming back to the same person. My constant. Okay, not my only constant seeing as my parents and other family and friends have known me longer than he has and have supported me continuously since day one, but he was definitely my main constant.

Sitting across from Jasper at our family dinner table after all these years was my version of a picket fence. It was as if I could go on and on about how he is my sun and moon and the air I breathe but I feel as though that would be a little theatrical. To sum up what my husband, life partner and father of my children Jasper Whitlock means to me was simply impossible to put on paper, in writing or even describe. All I could really say was he has become and has remained for the past twenty-eight years my everything.

Jasper hadn't changed since we first started dating, not much anyways. Sure his hair was grayer and much shorter than the chin length blond locks he used to carry and he now had slight wrinkles that were starting to appear on his forehead and cheeks but it didn't matter. To me he was still the sexy, confident man I met those many years ago. We've both aged fairly well as I myself have acquired a tamed version of my once unruly bronze locks and have started to show signs of wrinkles as well. Growing old together has lived up to everything and more I thought it would be when we said 'I do.'

It was two nights before our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary and Oliver and Lily had flown home from their respective schools for the occasion. It was nice to have the kids back in the house again. Empty nest syndrome is most definitely a seriously illness. Trust me, I'm a doctor.

Oliver, our eldest, was twenty-three now and in law school at Stanford. Although Oliver is not ours genetically, he still seemed to inherit wild unattainable hair like Jasper and I once had, although his was a dark chocolate brown. Standing at 6'5 he was with out a doubt the tallest person in our entire extended family, with Emmett, Jasper's brother in law, closely behind him at 6'3.

Lily was our baby girl, even at twenty years old. We decided to go through surrogacy with Lily and having Jasper be her biological father did not favour his love between our two children. Coming into this world, Lily was two and a half months pre-mature and Jasper and I have consciously been quite protective of her since the moment she left the hospital. She was now a Journalism major at Yale University and top of her class. It was easy to say that Jasper and I were overly proud of our children.

"Ollie, seriously, how are you ever going to keep a girlfriend if you do not cut that discussing mop of tangles that lies on the top of your head?" Lily looked toward her brother with a humorous look of disgust on her face.

"I don't know what you're talking about Lil, I've had no trouble gettin' with the ladies. They think it's sexy," Oliver pushed the dark brown hair out of his face.

"PJ, please tell your delusional son to at least wash that head of his before the party," she whined to Jasper. The kids figured out early on that calling us Papa J and Papa E was a little to long and awkward so when they were old enough to really explore nicknames they shortened them to PJ for Jasper and Pop E for me.

"Oliver, I do have to admit that it could use a wash, and a comb, and perhaps a cut," Jasper admitted with a smirk on his face. Oliver gave Jasper a slight know it all look then lightly tossed a pea off his plate to Jasper. Even at twenty-three and on his way to becoming a lawyer, my son still acted like a five year old. "And perhaps you could learn some table manners as well," he laughed then threw a pea off his own plate lightly towards Oliver.

"Come on PJ, I've seen pictures of you and Pop E when you were younger, you had longer hair than I did when you were my age," Oliver waved his hand around his mid-ear length wavy hair. I smirk at his comment.

"It was the late 90's, I didn't know what came over me," Jasper defended.

"It's true, but trust me, on your father I found it extremely sexy," I piped in.

"Gross," both kids said in unison while Jasper's smirk intensified to one that I was all too familiar with.

"That first date with your father, even though he was an ass through the whole thing, I loved his beach blonde tangled hair," I said while dishing out more salad onto my now empty plate, "It was like permanent sex hair," I added.

"Dad!"

"Ew! Stop!" Our children, like any other on the planet earth, were in denial of their parent's sexual relationship. I knew for sure that even at fifty-four I could only mentally acknowledge that my parents have had sex twice. Alice and me.

"You were an ass on your very first date?" Lily asked Jasper after the haze of mortification passed over her.

"In my defense, it was a bad day," Jasper pleaded his case.

"You pretty much insulted me the entire evening with assumptions that I was a stuck up trust-fund kid who stuck his nose up to anyone bellow me and then dined and dashed."

"What!" Lily spun to Jasper while Oliver just burst out laughing.

"You did have a trust fund…" Jasper pointed out.

"Not the point," I stated.

"Okay, you have to tell us this story because for all these years I have been under the impression that you and PJ met sometime during university at a party," Lily said pointedly to me.

"Jasper and I were set up on a blind date believe it or not by uncle Emmett in 1999. Jasper was in his first year of university while I was in my second," I cleared up for her.

"That doesn't clear anything up. I want a story. I can't believe I haven't heard this sooner!" Looking at my beautiful daughter, I sighed and gave in.

"You tell the story, I'll start clearing dishes," Jasper stood up and lightly winked at me before removing some of the larger dirty bowls off the table.

"Okay, it was an early day in March, I believe…"

March 5th1999

Holding on tightly to the umbrella that shielded my body from the ever-persistent rain, I used one hand to tighten the headphones around my head and connected the cord into my diskman. "Every Morning" assaulted my ears as I made my way from my apartment to the restaurant where I was to meet my friend Emmett's girlfriend's brother, Jasper, on a blind date.

Being one of the few openly gay students on campus definitely had its ups and downs. I didn't have very many male friends and girls only talked to me if they wanted a shopping or manicure partner, which I was not down for. Emmett and my best friend Ben were really my only two friends other than my sister Alice and Ben's girlfriend Angela. Along with most students slightly shying away from me, it didn't help that being a pre-med student didn't allow for much of a social life.

Emmett warned me beforehand that although Jasper did not hide that he was gay, he was not completely out. This was why the restaurant we were going to was a little off campus but not too far for me to walk. I had met Rosalie once or twice and although I am a gay man inside ad out, I can most definitely recognize when a woman is attractive and Rosalie can only be described as stunning. If this was any clue to what her younger brother looked like then I could already feel the nerves doubling in the pit of my stomach.

I may be out, to my family since eleventh grade and to the world since I moved to University, but that doesn't mean I've had much experience in dating or relationships. Yup, tonight would be my first date, ever.

Approaching the small Italian restaurant that Emmett had picked out for us, I entered and looked around. I had no idea what he looked like so I wasn't sure what I was even looking for. Going up to the hostess station, I asked if a Jasper had come in. The girl said no and I told her my name, that I required a table for two and that he would be dining with me when he arrived.

I didn't have to wait long for Jasper to show up. When he walked through the door of the small restaurant, I knew it was him immediately. His disastrous blond hair was deliriously foxy and his bone structure was similar to Rosalie's. The hostess brought him over to my table and that's when I noticed that he looked flustered and a little stressed.

"Hi, I'm Edward," I stood up to shake his hand. He nodded and shook my hand very briefly before quickly sitting down.

"Jasper." He quickly introduced himself. Sitting back down a slight awkward silence came over us. I didn't know what to do; I'd never done this before. Was it supposed to be this forced?

"I'm surprised we haven't met before, I've known Emmett for a year or so," I tried to make some form of conversation.

"He did say something about you not being very social, perhaps you could have come to one of the many gatherings he's put together," Jasper said nonchalant but with a hint of bitterness.

Whoa. Did I do something to offend him within the thirty seconds of him arriving?

"My course load doesn't allow much time for an extensive social life," I defended.

"Which would be…"

"I'm pre-med," I offered, slightly impressed with myself.

"Oh I see… and I suppose anyone who isn't in a field of science is simply wasting their time on an easy course load and without a future ahead of them?" There was nothing I could say that impressed this guy. Sure he was hot, but with his attitude I wanted nothing to do with him. This was such a bad idea.

"I didn't say that. What is your major?" I asked politely.

"History."

"That's very respectable. History majors need a certain skill to retain large sums of information and then condensing it all into essays and reports as well as putting their own interpretation on it," I offered my point of view.

"Oh and now you know all about my department?" Seriously. What the hell?

"Hi, my name is Carly and I'll be your server for this evening. Is there anything I could get you gentlemen to drink?" The brunette beside us had a polite smile on her face.

"Can I get an Coke?" I asked and she nodded.

"I'll have a Iced Tea, and do you allow smoking in this section?" Jasper asked. I wanted to roll my eyes but only did so mentally. The waitress gave the OK and went off to get our drinks.

When I turned back to Jasper I saw him pulling out a pack of smokes and a lighter. Staring at the process, he did the most decent thing all night and offered me one as well, too bad I wasn't a smoker. After holding a lung in your hands that had belonged to a man that smoked for forty years it's safe to say that I have successfully stayed away cigarettes.

Jasper lit the cigarette and the put his pack and lighter on the table. I didn't enjoy breathing in smoke either but I guess I would have to put up with it.

"Doctor doesn't approve?" He asked while blowing out his first drag.

"After seeing what it does to your lungs, it's just hard for me to understand why anyone would willingly smoke," I said calmly, "And I'm not a doctor yet," I add.

"Doesn't smoke, doesn't go to parties, likes doing homework… you must be some sort of prodigy trust-fund kid." The assumption is right on target, but he doesn't need to know that.

"I'm sorry, did I offend you or something?" This was ridiculous, I know I've been polite and friendly through this entire 'date' so far and all he has done is insult me and my career choice and blown smoke in my face.

"I just don't understand why Emmett would have set us up, we're clearly in different worlds…or something." He used my phrase again and I was slightly shocked at his strong dislike for me. He didn't even know me.

"I'm sorry you feel that way," I offered lamely.

Jasper blew out another breath of smoke then looked at his watch, "Okay, Edward, it was great to meet you and whatever but I have to go, see you around." And to my utter and complete disbelief he actually stood up, got his things and left. Before our drinks even arrived.

I don't know much or really anything about dating but I do know that this was no doubt the worst first date ever.

I sat there for a moment or two after he left. The waitress came back with our drinks and asked if I wanted to order. I declined and just asked for the bill. I guess I was paying.

Once I got back to my apartment I immediately called Emmett.

"Hello?" He answered.

"So… just had my date with Jasper," I replied instantly.

"How was it, man?" He asked excitedly.

"Well remember how we were supposed to meet at seven?" I asked and he confirmed, "It's now seven thirty-five," I flopped down on my couch.

"Oh," is all he responded with.

"Yeah, exactly."

"Okay, so it went kind of crappy," he concluded.

"Not kind of crappy, really crappy. He was a complete dick, left before our drinks even got there and for the fifteen minutes he was there got defensive about anything and every I said while poking jabs at me and the fact I was pre-med," I ran my free hand over my face sighed, "You do realize I hate you for this, right?"

"I'm sorry, bud. Jasper can be a littler temperamental, but I have no idea what his deal was tonight. Sorry it didn't work out," Emmett said sincerely.

"Just don't ever set me up again. Ever. Just because I'm gay doesn't mean every other gay man out there is my soul mate," I started to hear the lock at the front door being fumbled with.

"Okay, deal. I gotta go, Eddie but I'll talk to you later. I'm sorry, again."

"It's okay, just don't play cupid and stop calling me Eddie and we're good."

"'Kay, see ya," the line went dead and a few seconds later Ben came through the front door. When he saw me he smirked and dropped his knapsack.

"So… how was the big date?" He asked. I got up and walked passed him to my bedroom, I had some homework to do anyways.

"I don't want to talk about it."

March 25th2033

"Oh my God, PJ! You were terrible!" Lily baffled.

"What was up your fanny?" Oliver asked mockingly Jasper.

"I had had a really bad day plus Emmett didn't tell me about the blind date until two hours before I was supposed to be there so I wasn't on my A game. Sorry, folks," Jasper sat back down at the cleared off table and folded his arms across his chest.

"And you smoked? I didn't know that." Lily asked with disappointment in her voice. Because of her health condition since birth, Jasper and I have been big advocated of healthy living to our children.

"Yes, I was a smoker until about 2001. Your father here mended my ways," Jasper smirked at me from across the table.

"I simply refused to kiss you after you had a cigarette until you had brushed your teeth," I stated.

"Which got a little annoying when we were out and nowhere near a toothbrush," Jasper concluded.

"So how did you go from you being a huge ass and Pop E never wanting to see you again to… well now?" Oliver asked.

"It's a long grueling story than spans over almost seven years," I told them.

"But we got over the initial hatred after a party Uncle Emmett hosted later that month," Jasper explained.

"Wow you actually went to a single party in university Pop E? I didn't know you were so fun!" Oliver teased.

"Ha ha. It was Emmett's twenty-third birthday so I made an exception," I defended myself, "And it wasn't the only party I went too in university."

"Quick: how many parties did you attend in total through the 8 years you were in university and med school?" Oliver shot at me.

I hesitate for a moment, already knowing the exact number in my head. Before I could open my mouth I'm interrupted, "Thirteen!" Jasper answers on a whim. I turned and stared at my husband in shock, "I have known you for thirty-four years Edward, I think it's safe to say I know you," I shook my head and laughed in disbelief.

"Really, Ollie? You don't wanna' know what happened at that party?" Lily asked.

"I mean, kind of, but do I want to hear them gush about how much they love each other in the end? No," Jasper and I laughed at that.

"I think it's kind of sweet, Dads. I mean, keep whatever it is you two do behind closed doors, which in my mind is colouring so please don't tell me otherwise, to yourselves, but the story of you guys falling in love? I don't think I've ever heard it from beginning to end before," Lily smiles at us from across the table.

Looking over at my gorgeous husband, I find an unstoppable smile spread across my face, which is then mirrored on his. His eyes meet Lily's again and he takes a breath.

"Okay, Lil. Where do you want us to start?" He asks. I can see Oliver smirk from the corner of my eye while Lily gets this gleeful look on her face.

"I want to know what happened at uncle Emmett's twenty-third birthday party." She states.

Jasper caught my gaze again and I knew this was going to take longer than the time we had tonight before bedtime. Our story was a rocky one that had plenty of love, loss, happiness and heartbreak in it. It was a story that was still being written even nearly thirty-four years later.

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