This is a two-shot. Part two is with my beta right now. I will post this in PDF format along with the banner on my wordpress once I post part two. I will not be pulling this story.

Thanks to my beta's Darcysmom and BelleDuJour for all their help.

Disclaimer: All Twilight related things belong to Stephenie Meyer.

Will You Be My Baby Momma?

Edward's Point of View

"So, will you be my Baby Momma?" I asked the stunning blonde after my long explanation.

She sat in her seat, frozen with her wine glass raised in her right hand. Her baby blue eyes were wide in shock. This look was something I was used to. It's not every day a man who you knew less than fifteen minutes asks if you could have a baby for him.

"Hello, Tanya. Are you alright?" I asked her, waving my hand in her face.

She unfroze and downed the last bit of her wine. Grabbing my big hands in her small ones, she gave me a sympathetic smile. I already knew what was coming.

"Listen, Edward, I think you are a great guy, but we barely know each other. I'm not really interested in having a child right now. Maybe in a couple years, if we're still together and you ask me to marry you," she explained.

"But, I want a baby now," I pouted.

She smiled at me. "You know what, I have to make a quick call to someone. I'll be right back," she said.

Tanya quickly grabbed her coat and put it on. I stared out the window. Strawberry blonde hair flashed by—Tanya. She caught a cab and ditched me.

Downing my last sip of red wine, I motioned the sympathetic waiter for the check.

Walking down the cold streets of Seattle, I couldn't help but feel sad about the night. This was the twentieth time this had happened to me. I would find an attractive woman, ask her on a date, she would smile and accept, and then I would explain what I wanted, and she was out in a dash.

Was it so hard to find a woman who wanted a baby at twenty-seven? Growing up in Forks, Washington, it wasn't uncommon for people to get married young and start a family. I moved to Seattle a few years ago, and it seemed like everyone had a baby wherever I went. Usually the women would beg their loved one for a baby, but it was the opposite for me. I wanted a baby—well, I would prefer more—but, one was enough for me now.

My sister Gianna and her husband Felix had three little rug rats. I loved babysitting them; they were so cute and so much fun. I wanted my own, but apparently no woman wanted that with me. Each and every time a woman had left me sitting in the restaurant was another punch to my ego.

It wasn't that I was horrible looking. I knew from countless girls' whispers and hungry stares that I was blessed with good looks. I also had money—I was a successful real estate agent—so I didn't see the big problem. I had a knack for finding the perfect apartment for each of my clients. I guess women just didn't want to have a baby with someone who knew what he wanted.

Finally getting to my apartment, I open my door and walked inside. I hung my coat up on the door and pressed the red button on my answering machine.

"Hello, Edward it's your mother. I haven't heard from you in a week. Are you dating someone yet?"

Ugh! She acts like I should be settled down now. Believe me, Ma, I would be if a woman would settle down with me.

"Anyway, please call me back tomorrow between six to nine in the morning," she said and hung up.

Deleting the message, I walked into my room and stripped out of my clothes. I wanted to put another failed attempt of finding a woman to settle down with me behind me.


I sat here looking at my watch for the tenth time in the past five minutes. Tonight I was meeting Lauren Mallory for drinks. She stopped at my office the other day, wanting a bigger apartment. When I found the perfect location, she immediately took it, and asked me out on a date—I wasn't going to pass that opportunity up.

It was five minutes until seven. I got here early like I always did. Taking another drink of my beer, I saw Lauren's long blonde hair. The waitress directed her toward me and she smiled. When Lauren's baby blue eyes spotted me, she waved her hand excitedly.

I stood up and greeted her in a hug. "Hey, have you been waiting long?" she asked.

"No, not at all," I smiled at her.

"You have a cute smile, it's sort of crooked," she laughed.

"Thanks," I blushed.

The bartender came over and Lauren ordered a Cosmopolitan. "So, how have you been?" she asked, inclining her seat toward mine as she took a drink.

"Good, busy at the office," I said.

"Yeah, I bet. I've been busy packing my house at night and running my store during the day." She waved her hand off.

"That sounds busy," I said, not really knowing what else to say.

"So, I know that you aren't married, but do you have a girlfriend?" Lauren moved herself closer to me.

"No, I don't think if I did, my girlfriend would be happy if I was meeting a nice young woman for drinks tonight," I chuckled.

"Well, I'm single also." She grinned and licked her bottom lip.

I took another drink, not really knowing what else to say. Lauren was attractive, but it was really hard to hold a conversation with her. I wasn't too keen on her being my baby's momma, but if I couldn't find one decent woman wanting to try, there was no harm in asking.

"So, since we're both single, I was wondering if you could have my baby?" I said, taking a drink.

Lauren started chocking on her cosmopolitan. "Excuse me, what did you say?" she asked.

"Will you be my baby mama?" I asked.

And there it was, ladies and gentlemen— the look of pure terror. "Edward, I'm sorry, but we just met. I'm not interested in having kids at this moment, and quite frankly you're not the man I see myself settling down with," she said, getting out of her chair.

"Listen I've got to go, but we'll keep in touch." She rushed out of the restaurant.

Finishing my drink, I feel like a complete loser. Another woman who didn't want me.


I had a feeling that this was going to be a great day. First, I got a bonus in my paycheck. And now I was having a great date with Jessica, a woman I met yesterday in a coffee shop.

She was an average height, but hopefully with my tall figure it would balance our child out. She had medium length brown hair and blue eyes. Her personality was a bit bitchy, but if she was offering me a baby, I would gladly take it.

After the last two failed attempts, I decided to try something different tonight. We had a nice dinner at a small intimate Italian restaurant. Jessica complained about it not being extravagant enough—she was definitely a woman looking for a rich man to take care of her. I definitely had money, but I didn't flash it.

I invited her to come back to my apartment for some drinks and she quickly accepted. She had finished her third glass of red wine and was acting a little tipsy at the moment.

"Aww!" I heard a scream and a loud thump.

Okay, maybe she was completely drunk at the moment. She had smelled like a bottle of vodka when she arrived at the restaurant earlier. I was starting to think this whole baby momma thing wouldn't be so great with her.

I walked down the hall to see her laughing and failing to get off the floor.

"M-m-my uban ib ad a fe," she giggled.

I had no idea what the hell she said. All I knew was that I needed to get her out of her as soon as possible. She was a drunk and not someone I would want to be my baby's momma.

"Let's get you home," I said.

I searched in her purse to find her phone. Hoping to find a close friend's number to come and pick her up, I found a glistening silver diamond ring. I pulled it out and flashed it at Jessica.

"Um…what's this?" I asked hesitantly.

She rolled her head up to look and then she went limp. Poking her, I made sure she was still alive. I continued my search for her phone and found it at the bottom of her big designer purse. I turned it on and found numerous texts from 'Hubby.'

My heart beat wildly in my chest. I was definitely not a cheater, but she sure was. I read all those stories about crazy people killing their spouses or the person they were having an affair with. I didn't know who hubby was, but from reading a couple of the texts he was definitely not happy.

Scrolling down her list of contacts, I found 'Bestie'— she obviously doesn't label her friends by their names in her phone.

I quickly typed a message hoping 'Bestie' would arrive soon.


"I can't believe my luck today. That in less than an hour my boyfriend broke up with me and here I am with a gorgeous guy like you," Irina cried.

"Yes, I can't believe either," I grumbled.

I had been staring at the gorgeous blonde for over an hour. She had been sitting across from me at the bar. I watched her while she glanced at her phone, until finally a tall grizzly bear of a man walked in and broke up with her.

Being a nice man, I walked over to her and comforted her. Hoping that maybe she was a nice, well put together woman, I wondered if she would be the next candidate for my baby momma.

My hopes and dreams plummeted at soon as Irina spoke. Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard. It was high and pitchy— not to mention all she did was complain about her life. It made me realize why her boyfriend of two months had dumped her.

Irina was not only distraught about her boyfriend breaking up with her, she was upset because she was a teacher and had to take a pay cut; she also complained because her hairdresser had a family emergency and now her hair was going to be two inches longer than she wanted. She was beyond ridiculous.

Now here we were sitting at the bar still and she thought I was into her. No, I was trying to escape, but she wasn't taking the hint. I had made excuses like, "My wife is waiting for me," and "I have to pick up my kids from my parents' home."

Bringing my attention back to her, I listened to that shrill voice. "I have to freshen up real quick and then we can head back to my place." Irina leaned closer and brought chills up my spine— and not the good ones.

"Okay, sounds great!" I smiled at her.

She giggled like a schoolgirl and walked to the restrooms. Quickly looking for the exit, I ran to the door and left the bar.

This was definitely not how I pictured my night going. Like every night, I was supposed to find the woman of my dreams and ask her to bear my child. All I seemed to attract were women who didn't want a baby right now or the fucking crazy weirdos. Time was ticking for me—I was almost twenty-seven, and my life plan was already off by three years. I was supposed to be married and have a child by now.

I arrived at my apartment ten minutes later and slammed down onto my bed. The pillow muffled the sounds of my defeated screams. I may not have found my baby momma tonight, but that doesn't mean tomorrow I wouldn't. That has to be some positive thing, right? I wondered.

Getting off my bed, I quickly rid myself of my clothes and got under the covers. As I fell into deep slumber, I thought of my goal for this week.

By Friday, I would find my baby momma, whether I was attracted to her or not

Chocolate would work, right?


This was it. Taking a deep breath, I stared at the big black doors of the bar. It was officially Friday evening, the night that I had decided that whoever I was on a date with would be my baby momma.

I had talked to my mother earlier, and she gave me the usual pep talk. I was still young, I shouldn't settle down for a baby unless I was in love with the woman, yadda yadda. The point was I wanted a baby now, and I was going to get me a baby momma.

Letting out the breath I was holding, I opened the door. I walked over to the corner and saw the gorgeous blonde I had met last night. She was tall and had a Marilyn Monroe style going on. She had told me to meet her here before we went out clubbing later.

As I was walking over to her, I noticed a fairly pretty brunette— she seemed a little butch to me— sitting next to her and holding her hand. A little strange for me to see two grown women holding hands, but I didn't feel the need to question it.

"Hey Kate," I said as I got within reach.

She turned her head and smiled at me. "Hiya Edward!" she beamed and pulled her friend up with her.

"This here is my girlfriend Carmen, Carmen this is Edward," she smiled.

Carmen gave me a tight nod before downing her drink. "So, we ready to go clubbing or what?" Carmen said.

"Oh sure, do you want anything to drink first, Edward?" Kate asked kindly.

"No, I'm good," I smiled.

If I was going to have to put a baby into her tonight, then I definitely wanted to be perfectly coherent.

"Okay, great!" Kate smiled.

She grabbed her purse and pulled me along with her and Carmen. We walked a block down from the bar and stopped along a lonely cul-de-sac.

There was music booming from the building. Outside the club there were a couple of men making out—I puked a little in my mouth— as we got inside the club I notice more and more female couples and male couples.

Kate pulled on my hand trying to get my attention. "I'm going to get drinks! Want anything?" she yelled.

"No, I'm good," I replied.

She smiled and disappeared in the crowd. Carmen ditched me for Kate, making me feel extremely out of place. I didn't know anyone here, but there was something about this club that was definitely fishy.

Closing my eyes, I felt a big hand run from the top of my back down to my ass. I squealed like a mouse before turning around. I felt the bile form in my mouth as I saw a dark russet colored male smiling his pearly whites at me.

"Hey, sexy, the name's Jacob," he held out his hand.

Never in my life had I had someone—especially male—squeeze my ass. As I started to choke on my saliva Jacob rushed up to me and slapped my back.

"Shit man, are you alright?" he asked.

Coughing up a storm, I finally caught my breath. "Yes," I squeaked.

"Thank fuck for that. I wouldn't want a sexy piece of ass like you choking to death because of me. So what's your name?" he asked, holding his right hand in front of me.

"Um…I'm…Um…Edward," I stuttered.

Was this guy hitting on me or what?

"Edward," Jacob repeated testing my name out. "It's kind of old fashioned, but it is so sexy," he said, leaning toward me.

"Oh, um I'm um," I couldn't formulate a sentence.

Jacob was obviously interested in men, and I was definitely not. He could not have a bun in his oven.

"So, you wanna…"

"I'm straight!" I interrupted him.

Jacob eyes widened and he looked confused for a second before he spoke. "If you are straight then why are you in a gay club?" he asked me.

Shaking my head, "What?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"Oh shit, you didn't know. Dude, look around," he laughed.

Turning my head around, I now understood what he meant. This was definitely a gay club. If this was a gay club, then why would Kate bring me here with her…oh shit!

"Kate! Carmen! How are you two?" Jacob smiled and embraced them in a big hug.

"Oh, Jacob we've been busy but great." Kate's eyes drifted toward me. "Oh, I see you've met Edward," she grinned.

"I certainly have. This poor guy didn't realize this was a gay club," he said.

"Oh," Kate giggled. "Sorry, I thought you were…" she trailed off.

"Nope, I'm definitely straight," I said.

Kate stared at me in disbelief. "There is no way. You are such a great looking guy and you have an excellent fashion sense," she said.

"Well, I thought this was a date, so I tried to dress nicely."

Kate gave me an apologetic face. "Oh, Edward, I'm so sorry. I thought you were and I thought you knew that Carmen was my girlfriend, as in we are dating."

"Nope, I surely didn't know that." I shook my head.

"I feel terrible," Kate frowned.

"It's not your fault, except a big blow to my ego," I mumbled the last bit.

There was an awkward silence between the four of us. "Well, look, I'm gonna head out. It was nice meeting you guys," I said.

They all said goodbye to me and Kate apologized again, before I left.

I went home that night with no baby momma and a bruised ego.


This was it, I had finally found my baby momma, and I just knew it. Earlier that day I had literally run into Bella at the Babies "R" Us store. I was wandering the streets of Seattle on my lunch hour, seeing babies everywhere and thinking of my disastrous "date" with Kate. I stopped to look up at the big purple-lettered sign and walked in.

I was looking at the tiny baby toys, picturing myself playing with my son or daughter, when I bumped into Bella. She was such a tiny little thing in height and weight compared to me. As soon as her eyes met mine, my heart started beating wildly in my chest—if I didn't know any better, I would have thought I was a woman. Men weren't supposed to feel that way, right? Well, most men my age aren't desperately looking for a woman to have their child, either. Maybe there was something wrong with me?

Bella and I struck up a conversation and I made up a story about buying a baby toy for my nephew and she helped me out. She was buying a brown teddy bear that said "Precious Little Angel." She told me it was for her best friend's baby girl. We talked for over a half hour in those comfortable as fuck rocking chairs. She was a kindergarten teacher and she was an only child. I told her about my sister Gianna and her children, my parents, and my job. Before I left I asked her out for dinner tonight and she happily accepted.

Bella and I were headed back to my apartment for some "coffee" after a nice dinner together. Throughout dinner, conversation flowed between us freely, and I couldn't help but picture this beautiful intelligent woman pregnant with our child. Would our child be a girl with brown chocolate eyes and my bronze colored hair, or my green eyes and Bella's wavy brown hair?

We entered my apartment and she looked around, taking it all in. I know she must have felt like this was not my apartment, because it wasn't your typical bachelor pad. It was definitely modern style in cool colored tones. My mother had furnished this place for me.

"Are you sure you're not gay? I mean not that there is anything against gay men—my best friend happens to be gay— but I have never been to a man's house that was this nicely decorated. Well, it's not like I really go to men's houses all the time," she rambled. It was really cute.

"Sorry," she whispered and shook her head.

"It's quite alright. My mother actually decorated the place for me," I smiled at her.

"Oh, she has excellent taste," she grinned.

"Thanks, I'm sure she would love to hear that."

"So, let me get a pot of coffee ready for us. Just make yourself comfortable," I said as I walked into the tiny kitchen.

I placed my hands against the cool granite counters. This date seemed to be going really well and I certainly didn't want to ruin it. How was I going to tell Bella that I wanted a baby and I picked her to be the bearer? I didn't think it would go to well if I said, "So let's have unprotected sex because I want a baby and I want you to be the mother." She would definitely run out the door and far away from me.

Bella's heels clacked against my wooden floors. The closer she got to be the louder it was. "Hey Edward," she called entering the kitchen.

"Yeah," I turned around with a big smile on my face.

"Um…Is it all right if I use your restroom?" she asked looking extremely embarrassed.

"Of course, it's right down the hall to your left," I directed her.

"Great, thanks."

"Do you like your coffee black, with sugar, or creamer?" I asked her before she left.

"I'm actually okay, thanks for the offer." She smiled.

"Oh, okay," I said, not really knowing what to do now.

If she didn't want to have coffee than why did she come back with me to my apartment? Was she going to the bathroom to text her friend with an emergency to pick her up? Was she trying to let me down easy? Damn it, she really wasn't as in to me as I was her. Of course I would somehow screw things up like I always did and I actually felt good with Bella.

Walking back out to the couch, I sat down with my hands rubbing against my face. I was a total failure; no woman was ever going to want to have a baby with me. I wasn't going to even think about adoption. Why would they want a single male to take in a baby to raise?

A gentle hand on my back pulled me out of my inner musings. "Hey, are you alright?" Bella asked in a soothing tone.

"Yeah sorry," I said, looking up at her.

"It's okay. I'm sorry I'm kind of intruding on you. I can call a cab to come pick me up," she apologized.

"No, no you aren't intruding at all," I tried to ease her.

"Really? Are you sure…" she stopped.

I turned my head to see what had caught her attention, of course out of all the days I had to leave the couple of things I had bought at Babies "R" Us near the bar stool.

"Is that?" she asked.

"I can explain," I said.

"You said you were buying that stuff for your nephew." She spoke in confusion.

Yeah it wasn't like I could get away with that excuse tonight, especially since I had my "Baby Momma Countdown" hanging on the wall in big letters.

"You see…well um…I…"

"Oh, my god." Bella stood up shaking her head.

"Listen, it isn't what you think. I'm not like some crazy guy that stalks women in the Babies "R" Us store and pretend that my nephew is a baby. He certainly isn't anymore. It's been quite a few years since that," I rambled.

Her mouth was wide opened as she stared at me in shock and confusion. "I…you see...I sort of have been trying to find a woman as you would say…" Jeez, could I sound any weirder?

"I'm…" I closed my eyes, trying to utter those six little words that I had asked the last few dates before they left me.

"Edward, are you a father?" she asked me. Her tone was a mixture of hesitance and nervousness.

"No," I blurted. "No, I'm not, but I would love to be," I rambled.

"Okay," she drawled out.

"Alright listen," I said, moving her toward the couch.

"This is going to sound really wrong and I apologize beforehand. If you feel uncomfortable at all you can leave at any time. I'm quite used to it actually, but first I just want you to know that I have never felt such a connection with another woman on the first date," I explained in a rush.

"You're really starting to freak me out." She was quickly scooting away from me.

Just say it Edward. If she leaves then you know she is not the one.

"I want a baby." Her eyes wide with shock stared into mine.

"I know that sounds crazy, but I love babies. I always pictured myself being a young dad, taking my son or daughter to the park, teaching them things, and playing with them. But the point is I want a baby now and so far every woman who I have asked to be my baby momma has left me. So, my son or daughter isn't really coming anytime soon."

"So let me get this straight. You a twenty-six year old single male, and you haven't been able to find a woman who was interested in having your child?" she asked me in disbelief.

"Yes," I answered.

She nodded her head, but stayed silent, trying to grasp the information I had shared with her.

"Um anyway, after having one of the worst weeks of not finding a baby momma, I stumbled—okay, I walked into Babies "R" Us and bumped into you," I finished.

"I'm still a little confused," she said, looking me in the eyes.

"Well, I think we really connected with each other. So what I am trying to say is," taking a deep breath, "Bella Swan, will you be my baby momma?"

A tiny gasped escaped her before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she collapsed.

Uh oh…This can't be good…

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