AN: You asked for it, you got it. Here is EPOV of chapter 1. Enjoy!

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Looking at my watch became a habit for me as the day stretched on. Working in a hospital as a Family Practice M.D. had both good points and bad. Good points: It was a normal eight-to-five schedule, Monday through Friday. Bad points: Not critical, but multiple cases of stomach ache and sore throats soon got monotonous.

My mood today was far too cynical. My mind needed a time out!

I needed to see Bella, the best friend I had in the world. We had been besties for years, since we were kids in high school. There was a time when I hoped we could be more. Thinking back, I wondered, not for the first time, where we would be if I had just gone to prom stag. Fuck, Jessica Stanley: The root of all evil. If I only knew then what I know now, maybe things would have been different.


My mom was so excited for prom. She wanted pictures, rented me a limo, even went as far as booking a table for two at the fanciest steak house in our hometown. But I didn't want to go, I asked Jessica to appease my mother and because the person I wanted to go with…didn't.

At the dance, I just went through the motions. We danced to slow songs; Jessica rested her hand on my ass, much to my horror. When the limo stopped at her house after the dance, she attempted to kiss me. But her breath smelled of onions and orange, not the best combination for kissing. All I wanted to do was get back into that Limo and go home. She was livid when I left her on her front porch with a simple 'goodnight'.

The following Monday, The school rumor-mill was out in full force and Jessica and I were the main topic of discussion. The look on Bella's face when I sat next to her in our first class together spoke volumes. She was pissed.

"So," she said, keeping her eyes on her textbook. "You and Jessica?"

"Umm, eww, no." I said bluntly. This was ridiculous.

"Cut the bullshit, Edward, there's no reason to spare my feelings," she spoke harshly. "I don't give a fuck if you're with Jessica now, but don't fucking lie about it!"

"If there was something to tell," I defended, "I would tell you."

"Ok, so is it or isn't it true she had her hands all over you at prom?" She lifted her eyes towards me. If looks could kill, I would have been one dead mother fucker.

Without saying a word, I snorted and threw her my best 'give me a break' look.

"You know what, Edward," she snapped. "It doesn't fucking matter."

Bella was different after that. I tried repeatedly to tell her that I wasn't with Jessica, that I wouldn't give two fucks for the chick, but she never listened. Jessica, the bitch, didn't help matters by trying to grope me any chance she got.

Our relationship never the same, all because of a misunderstanding. Bella's guard was up, and there seem to be no way of getting past it. But I never stopped trying.

It was during my first year of college that the shit really hit the fan.

"Guess what?" Bella said, excitement in her voice.

"Don't tell me…Your dad is gay?" I teased.

"Very funny, Cullen," she said, not impressed with my joke. "No. My dad is not gay," she paused for a moment. "But I am."

My jaw dropped and I nearly dropped the phone. I was speechless.

"Edward? You still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here," I croaked. "What did you say?" I really hoped she was kidding.

"I said I'm gay," she repeated. "I met someone, and I want you to meet her."

What the fuck? I had no idea Bella was a lesbian, and I wondered if she had before she met her 'girlfriend'.

Well, fuck that; fuck it all! I thought as I shook myself out of my reverie.

I picked up my cell phone and sent Bella a text message.

We still on for dinner tonight?

A knock sounded on my office door as I awaited Bella's reply.

"Yes?" I called toward the door, acknowledging the knocker.

The door opened to admit Tanya, my medical assistant. "The last patient of the day is in room five," she declared, a flirtatious smile on her lips. "Thirty year old man with hives, possible reaction to antibiotics for strep throat."

"Thank you, Tanya," I said, nodding my head before looking back towards my computer screen "I'll be there in a minute."

She had been flirting with me since her first day in the office, and she had been getting bolder by the day. She had tried everything: from accidentally bumping me with her breasts and pseudo-sexy smiles; to flipping her hair and come-hither looks. It was no secret to me what she wanted; but she wasn't getting it from me! I just wasn't interested and, frankly, she just wasn't my type.

I closed my eyes for a moment and thought: What exactly was my type? Behind my eyes I saw mahogany hair that smelled of vanilla and lavender; wide chestnut eyes that were pools of chocolate that melted me with a single glance. I knew someone who fit that description. But she was off limits. Fucking fate!

Sighing heavily, I walked from my office towards Room five.


I got home around five thirty, threw my keys on the kitchen table and grabbed a beer from the fridge. The girls weren't expecting me until around six thirty so I had some time to kill. I plopped down on my couch, turned on the TV, scrolling through the channels before settling on some reality show chronicling employees doing dubious things while on the job. Just as I was watching hidden-camera footage of a grown woman peeing on her boss's couch, my phone buzzed alerting me I had a text message.

Be here at 6:30. If you're late, I have no qualms with beating you. –B

I smirked. She already told me six thirty days ago. I have no qualms with having you beat me, though, I thought.

I'll be there. What are we having? –E

Within a minute she replied.

Chicken. I know how you love chicken ;)

Hmm, I could go totally grade school and tease her about that or just ignore it. Our interaction often confused me. She would send me flirtatious text messages and I had caught her glancing sideways at me many times when she didn't think I was watching. Confusion didn't even start to define how I felt around her.

Choosing to not reply to her last text, I drank my beer and watched more disgusting employee antics until six fifteen, then drove to Alice and Bella's place.

My knock was quickly answered by a smiling Bella.

"Hey you!" she said, seeming thrilled to see me. Walking in , I pulled her into a tight hug, taking the advantage of her closeness to get a quick whiff of her hair. Ummm, Lavender. I released her reluctantly, and we walked into the living room.

"So, what's for dinner?" I asked her teasingly, even though I already knew it was chicken. Lucky for me, she was making her specialty: glazed chicken. And wine?

"Wine eh?" I questioned. She was a light weight and didn't often drink. When she did, it usually meant something was up. She told me a little about how her day at work sucked, followed by her usual "did you get any dates" prodding.

I rolled by eyes at her and gave her a resounding no, causing her to giggle. She was so damn cute, I couldn't help myself. I pulled her into my arms and rubbed her head, succeeding in messing up her hair. Her hands went to my waist in a failed attempt to push me away. I swear I could feel her heart pounding against my chest, fast a furious. From just a noogie?

Alice walked in, giving us a indulgent smile. Bella made another attempt to get loose, so this time I let her. I turned and pulled Alice into a friendly hug.

We ate dinner and we each in turn talked about our work days. I watched Bella take bites of her food, her tongue flicking out to lick wayward juices from her lips. I was mesmerized by the sight of that little pink tongue. I wasn't as sly about my covert inspection of her mouth as I thought; she caught me staring and lifted her eyebrows at me, smiling softly. God the things that woman unconsciously did to me!

After dinner, we converged in the living room, they to sit on the couch, me in the chair next to them. I tried not to watch them cuddle. I felt like I was invading their together time, but it was the other feeling in my stomach that bothered me most. Knowing I needed to tame the beast, I made my way to the door and bid them goodbye.

The night was still young so I decided to stop at Ringo's, the closest bar with pool tables to my house. It was Friday night so there was a slim chance a table was free.

Lucky for me, there was one table free. I ordered myself a Fat Tire beer and racked up the balls on the table. Just as I felt a presence behind me, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find a set of baby blues undressing me as they moved up my body setting before meeting my eyes.


"Need a pool partner?" she asked, the lust in her voice palpable.

"Sure," I said. Who wanted to shoot pool by themselves, anyways?.

We shot pool and drank beer for a couple hours. I would later blame the beer for causing me to sloppily grope her ass. She needed no further encouragement as she fell against me for an opened mouth kiss. She shoved her tongue so far inside I thought of asking her if she tasted my dinner!

"Let's go to your place," she said. It wasn't a question as she rubbed her body into mine. A moan escaped my lips. I was only a man; there was only so much I could take before I needed release.

My house was just a few blocks away, so we walked. She hung off me, her tongue licking my neck and her hands groping my ass the whole way.

The second the door closed, she was stripping my shirt from me. I blame the beer for my total lapse in judgment, as I reciprocated her actions, tugging her shirt over her head. My hands landed on her back and quickly unhooked her bra, releasing two of the tightest tits I had ever seen. I wanted to nibble on them, but they were so firm I was almost scared of popping them like a damn water balloon. Shit! They were fake!

We made our way to the couch, kicking off shoes and the rest of our clothing along the way. I sat on the couch and she straddled me, rubbing her fingers up and down my chest. Pulling me into another sloppy wet kiss, I felt her pussy hover above my hard cock.

"Wait," I said, pulling my hips back before she could take me. "Let me get a condom."

She pulled a leg off me allowing me to run to my bedroom where I quickly found a rubber and slipped it over the head of my cock. I was still feeling the effects of alcohol, but slowly was wondering what the fuck I was doing. I didn't even like her! Fuck, but I might as well do her since she was here.

She was lying back on my couch, legs spread, waiting for me while she rubbing her clit with her finger.

"God, please get inside me," she moaned, eying my large erection.

I kneeled between her legs, shut my eyes, and lowered my body to hers. I pushed my cock into her, earning a mewl from her lips. Her pussy was wet but not the tightest I had ever felt. I pumped my cock at an alarming rate in an attempt to find more friction, causing her breathing to speed up and her moaning to increase. I pulled her legs up above my shoulders, trying in vain to create more resistance. But it was a lost cause.

Mere minutes in, she screamed out in pleasure as her orgasm swept through her. I continued my quest for release, slamming my hips harder into her as she slowly moved her legs off my shoulders. It seemed her release caused her to loose all interest in my cock, and she went limp below me.

Not feeling even close to coming, I grunted and slammed into her one last time, actually faking an orgasm. I peeled my body off hers, allowing her to get up. She pulled her clothes on, and winked at me as she left the house.

Fuck, looks like it's just me and Rosie tonight. I thought as I brought my hand to my cock to finish the job.


Dammit, I thought as I rolled over in my bed to look at the clock. Even on the weekend I can't seem to sleep past eight. It didn't help that I had struggled to get sleep last night after the huge mistake, also known as Tanya, left my house. I hated that my cock had a mind of its own.

I rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom to take a shower. I washed myself vigorously, desperate to get the stench of last night off me. After my shower, I threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and made my way to the kitchen to pour myself a bowl of cold cereal.

When my phone buzzed with a text message, I hoped to god it was someone other than Tanya. My heart beat a little faster when I saw it was Bella, asking to come over today… alone.

And hour later, a nervous looking Bella stood in my foyer. Not wanting to start the day off by prying, I led the way into the TV room and got our day going. We watched movies and she threw popcorn at me. If this was her way of flirting, I'll take it!

It was evening when I decided to tell her about my night with Tanya. Seeming a bit disappointed with me, she listened as I told her how it sucked and how I hated that I lost all inhibitions after only a few beers. God why couldn't it have been you?

"Let's go for a walk," she said, not making eye contact with me. "I think we could both use some fresh air." She stopped and turned toward me, her eyes shining with disapproval. "Promise me, Edward. Promise me you won't fuck any more women you don't care about. Its just… pig headish of you."

Pig-headish? Strange way of putting it, but I nodded my agreement and opened the door for her. The walk was short, but just what we needed. Entering the house, I noticed she was biting her lip something fierce. She stopped when she saw I was watching her intently.

"So Edward," she said, her voice seemed a bit shaky, making me wonder what she was up to. She began to tell me that she and Alice wanted to have a child together. I teased about her growing a dick, but she was unmoved with my teasing.

Then it happened. She asked something of me I never thought I would hear from her lips.

"Edward, will you please be the donor?" she pleaded with me.

I was taken by surprise; I hadn't expected this… at all. She wanted me to father a baby with her. I needed time to think. My first reaction freaked her out and she was about to dart out my door like a spooked kitten.

We sat and talked and I told her how I wasn't ready for a child. Truth be told, I hadn't given having a kid much of a thought. Not being in a relationship, there really was no reason for me to ever think of that. After we talked, I was lost in my thoughts. I barely acknowledged her leaving aside from nodding in agreement to seeing her tomorrow.

After she left, I went for a jog and let my mind make a list of pro's and con's.

Pros: It would make Bella happy. Shit, well I can't think of any other pros right now.

Cons didn't have a large list either. She distinctly told me I would have no legal ties to the child. It would be for her and Alice to care for. But what happened in the future when the child wanted to know about me? Was I ready for this? Maybe I would be when the time came and he or she wanted to get to know me.

So that was it! Not a huge list. If I said no, she would probably find someone else to make a baby with. But, dammit all, I wanted to be the one to impregnate her. Dammit all if I wasn't one selfish mother fucker.

Laying in bed that night I thought of Bella. I thought of all her flirtatious little actions towards me, wishing they meant more than they did. This might be my chance to find out for sure. That's when I came up with it. A brilliant plan for a man with nothing to lose.

I would offer her the use of my sperm, but only if she had sex with me to get it. In my mind it made perfect sense.

Somehow I felt if she slept with me, maybe she would realize that what we have together is special. The way I figured it, if she agreed, then she must want me, feel something besides friendship for me. If she says forget it, then I would still probably do it for her anyway. Either way, I would make a baby with her. For that I was certain.

I just hope I don't kill her with shock at my proposal…


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