It was yet another beautiful day in Winterly, the sun was out and there was a slight breeze that made the abundance of trees dance, even though it was sunny she still wore a light sweater.. Isabelle and her daughter walked down the street to the park, the town was small enough that you could do that, unlike a city like New York where you had to take the subway. They neared the park and Emma suddenly stopped walking, the teenager sighed and looked across the street to where the town park was, "Mom do we really have to come here..." she asked as she glanced up to Isabelle, she knew her daughter did not fully understand why Isabelle was coming to the park or who she was meeting, but she knew it had something to do with her dad. Emma had her fathers eyes, "I need to talk to an old friend, one I have not seen for a very long time. " she replied, "I know but a park? I'm not a little kid." Emma replied, Iz gave her a look, of course she'd say she wasn't a little kid, she was a teenager now, even though she had only been one for less than six months. "They have a swing set, you can deny it all you want but I know you like to swing, and if they doesn't work that is also why you brought a book." Give Emma a book and she will be occupied for hours on end.  The teenager sighed again and shrugged, the two crossed the street and as they walked into the park Emma went off to sit beneath a tree to read while Iz sat down on park bench to wait for Jason to show up. 

TAG: Jason Robert Oxford

He wasn't sure what to think when Cooper contacted him out the blue. It had taken him a while to even remember who she was.  It wasn't everyday that your one night stand got in touch with you after so many years unless the matter wasn't serious. Could it be that night had bore more than he bargained for? He hardly remembered names of the most woman he had slept with. Why she had called was to be seen as he ambled along the path in the park.

If there was child, he was sure his wife would hit the roof. Not that he would blame her if she did. He hadn't exactly been faithful. Nor he had been loving towards her. He had more on his plate back then as much as he did today; with the family's return to the town that held nothing other than painful memories. Spotting her after a little longer than he liked, Jason cleared his throat, to make his presences known, "Isabelle," he greeted her, "Been years."

She was enjoying the park, Isabelle watched the various towns people milling around on the streets, Emma had found herself a tree and had started in on the book she held. For the first time in a while she felt a sense of calm, it was nice. New York had been a hub of business, Winterly was quiet. Isabelle enjoyed the quiet for a little while long till she heard the sound of someone clearing their throat behind her.   "Isabelle...Been years."  She turned her head and smiled when she saw Jason standing there. It had been years, they both had aged but he still had that same look in his eyes that had caught her attention all those years ago. She stood up from the bench and nodded, "Yes, Jason it has, though I will say that the salt and pepper hair looks good on you." 

She had aged better than he had. The youthful was still the same with few exceptions. While they weren't visible at first glance it took a while to pick up on them. Specifically the wrinkles. Overall it seemed that the years had been kind to her. Years hadn't been kind to him, not in looks nor health. When she mention his salt and pepper hair. He consciously ran his hands through his hair, reminding himself to colour them.

Chuckling he nodded, "Thanks," he told her and sighed, "Years have treated you better, I hope. At least," he walked over to the bench and sat, getting himself off the bad knee that would not heal and secured the cane next to him, "they look like they have. What I can I do for you?" Wasn't a bad place to start since she had called him out of the blue.

Tag: Isabelle Mia Cooper
 

Giving him a few moments to settle himself, she glanced over to where Emma was now sitting against a tree, as expected she had her nose in her book. Satisfied that her daughter was occupied, Isabelle sat down on the bench beside Jason. Her hands neatly folded in her lap. "I have always been able to be straight forward with you on things, and I respect your input." but it was not him she was seeking advice on dealing with. It was his cousin. "And as much as I would love to be able to go straight to the person and tell them...the matter could be...is..a bit touchy." touchy was not even the start of it. She highly doubt Noel was going to be thrilled he was a father..let alone one of an almost teenager. 

She looked down at her hands, a few strands of her hair falling in her face, she quickly looked up again and brushed the hair away. "I have a daughter, she was born a little while after I left Winterly the last time." Iz lifted her head and looked at Jason, her eyes watching his face,  "Her name is Emma, she just turned twelve." she added, "And the thing I need help on is how to tell her father that she exists..."