The Tailor, Re-Stitched
Chapter 1: Baby Daddy
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Re-write/prequel/sequel for The Tailor! Who is that brown-haired goddess putting the final touches on Edward's wedding tux? OCC AH Edward/Bella.
AN: So this is a re-write of my previous one-shot, The Tailor. I had a bunch of people ask for a sequel/full story, and I am here to please so I decided to make this into a full story. YOU DON'T NEED TO READ TAILOR FIRST. So this is like a combination prequel/sequel to The Tailor. And for all of you who have been waiting for this update since last week I am so sorry! I will try to get out another chapter in the next couple days since I have school off for Thanksgiving!
Enjoy!
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EPOV
"Tanya" I growled.
"What?" she answered angrily.
"Are you really going to leave me here with blue balls? Seriously" I asked. "You can't come over, grind up on my junk, and then stop! We are dating you remember! We can do these things!"
"Stop being a baby. You know I'm on my period right now" she hissed, looking away.
For some reason, I didn't believe her.
"And…?" I proceeded. "There are other ways to solve this problem you know".
"For the last time, damn it, I will not put your fucking cock in my mouth!"
"Ugh" I snarled. "I go down on you all the time and you can't return the favor?"
"You know I don't like the taste! And I can't have all those extra calories. I'm dieting" she huffed.
"A: you don't exactly taste like sugar either. B: brush your teeth when you're done. C: don't swallow. All easy solutions" I spat. "Or, we could just dirty up the sheets if you know what I mean".
"You're a pig sometimes you know that, Edward!" Tanya yelled as she grabbed her coat and stormed out of my apartment.
Tanya is awfully hormonal right now. Damn that fucking menstrual cycle!
I lay back on the bed and groaned. I probably shouldn't be such an ass. She really is a great girl when she isn't on her period, no one else is around, and she is intoxicated. Wait, that sounded horrible. She really isn't that bad.
Tanya and I met as interns at Seattle Grace Hospital. We bonded quickly and hit the sheets soon after. She was great in bed. I am talking great. The way she can maneuver her body in all these ridiculous directions and her tight little pussy clamping around my dick like a vice, makes me go wild. I didn't want to give that shit up.
So here I was, on a Friday night, left alone in my bed, all the while, pitching one hell of a tent. I'd rather be at the hospital working another double shift than have to choke the chicken. I shouldn't have to jack off to porn, that's what Tanya's for. Relieving the pressure.
I rolled out of bed and started to strip. A cold shower was definitely necessary after me and Tanya's little interaction.
I got out of work early and headed to my favorite club, The Singer. I haven't had a day off in weeks and decided I was going to celebrate by getting shit-faced. As much as I love saving lives, I sure as hell love me some Jose. As I downed my six shot, I saw a familiar strawberry blonde dance in the door.
Our eyes soon met and she sauntered over at sat on my lap.
"Hey baby" she purred.
"Want some Jose?" I slurred. She giggled and shook her head quickly, leaning closer to my chest.
I took this opportunity to glance at her lovely assets, emphasized by a tight black dress with a very low neckline. Her tits were literally on display for the world to see. Most of the time, this pissed me off because I didn't like other men ogling my lady, but I was too drunk to care.
"Like what you see?" she whispered huskily, dragging her manicured nails up my thigh until the rested on the jewels.
"Tanya" I moaned as she lighted squeezed my package through my trousers.
She giggled. "Let's dance, sexy".
I obliged. She clearly held the cars tonight, and who was I to turn down some loving?
She roughly grabbed my hand and dragged me out to the dance floor. When we got into the middle, she stopped. Suddenly, she grabbed my hands and placed them on her hips where I began to trace small circles on her tiny waist.
Slowly, she backed her ass up onto my crotch and began to roll her hips. I threw my head back in pleasure. Tanya alternated between soft and rough pressure on my growing erection.
Abruptly, she bent over completely, placing her hands on the floor, exposing more of her fine ass. She continued to bounce and swirl her hips until another woman moseyed up to us.
She stood in front of Tanya and they began to grind while sticking her knee in between Tanya's thighs.
Tanya starting sliding up and down this girl's leg, and before long, Tanya lifted her hand and wrapped it around my neck.
"Eddie, how about a threesome tonight?" she giggled.
Was I seriously the only guy on earth who didn't enjoy a little girl-on-girl? Honestly, Tanya initiates a threesome at least once every time we go out. I used to joke that she liked girls more than me; that didn't exactly please Tanya.
"Tanya" I whined in my drunken state. "You know I don't like threesomes. Can we please just get home and fix my little situation".
"Fine" she huffed, snatching my hand and literally heaving me off the dance floor and out of the club.
And that's how I got into this lovely state. If I would have just said yes to a threesome, I wouldn't have to pleasure myself to get rid of this annoying erection.
I climbed into my gigantic shower and tried to relieve myself of the pressure while thinking of Tanya, but that didn't work. Instead, I tried to imagine my dream woman. I closed my eyes and saw these chocolate brown eyes that went on for days. Those beautiful eyes were framed by dark brown, angelically long lashes. I continued down the goddess's pale body, following every soft curve, keeping a special eye for the curvature of her back. Her sexy back sent me over the edge as I shot my seeds all over the shower wall.
Some guys are ass men, some are tits men; I however, am absolutely entranced by the curve of the back, leading from the ribs to the lowest part of the back, where those sexy little back dimples occur. Tanya, unfortunately, lacked those beautiful dimples that seemingly are my undoing.
As I wrapped the soft cottony towel around my waist, I thought about the goddess from the shower. Have I seen her before? Would I see her again? God, I hoped so because she was exquisite.
I grabbed a pair of navy boxer briefs and slid into my bed. I loved those silky golden sheets that my pixie of a sister found for me. I loathed shopping and willingly allowed Alice to furnish my new apartment. And boy, did she do well.
I quickly fell asleep, dreaming about the brown-eyed goddess.
The next morning I woke with a nasty hangover. Since I didn't party too much, my alcohol tolerance was low. That would need to be changed immediately.
I rolled out of bed and nearly shit myself when I saw Tanya, sitting on the black couch across from my bed.
"Shit Tanya! You can't just fucking creep into my apartment in the middle of the night and sit there and watch me until I wake up" I yelled, which I instantly regretted. Loud noises were not helping my pounding headache.
"Here" she said, handing me a glass of water and two large aspirins. "I knew you had a rough night and though you could use a little help this morning".
Damn, Tanya thinking about someone other than herself. Epiphany? I gulped the water and aspirin down and proceeded to sit back down on the bed. Tanya walked over and wrapped her arms around my middle, pulling my head to her chest. She began to stroke my hair in an almost motherly fashion.
"Edward" she whispered. "There actually is another reason I came her this morning".
I nodded, urging her to continue.
"Yesterday I lied when I said I was on my period".
Ah-ha! I knew it!
"It's actually quite the opposite. I'm pregnant" she said.
The fuck she just say? I collapsed. How could this happen? We used protection every time! I am too young to be a dad! I can't ruin this kid's life by not being their because of my job! I can't do this.
"Edward?" she asked, clearly worried. "What do you think about this?"
I just shook my head. I still couldn't get over the shock. Holy shit, we have to get married now! I am only 23 years old, with a kid and married! This can't be happening!
"Are you positive?"
She nodded her head. "I took three tests and then I went to the doctor and he confirmed it. Four weeks".
I was silent. I was going to be a dad.
"Tanya" I croaked. "We need to get married, okay?"
"Wow, you were always quite the romantic, Edward. You don't have to do this if you don't want; I mean, this baby doesn't have to have a father".
"Don't be ridiculous, Tanya. We are in this together, now. I'll have to call Alice so she can set up a wedding right away".
"Edward, you really don't have to do this".
"Ya, I really do".
What was up with her? Is she honestly suggesting that she is going to raise our baby on her own? This might be early, but I know I need to be in my son or daughter's life.
"Uh, okay. I guess that's okay" she stuttered, looking away.
I wrapped my arms around her and placed my hands on her stomach. "I love you baby" I crooned. "I promise I will always be there for you".
"Well I'm gonna go Ed, I have bunch of other people I have to tell" Tanya said, seeming more excite to tell other people than the actual father of her child. So strange…
After Tanya left, I picked my cell and dialed Alice.
"Hello, big brother!" she practically screamed into the phone.
"Hey Ali. I, uh, have something big to tell you". I was so nervous to tell Alice. She never really liked Tanya.
"What? Are you finally going to come and visit me in New York! You know how much I miss you" she whispered the last part.
"No, Al. Ugh. Tanyaispregnantandwearegettingmarried" I said quickly.
"What!? Did you just say Tanya is pregnant and you are getting married?!" she wailed.
I didn't even have a chance to respond.
"You are so irresponsible Edward Anthony! Getting a floozy like Tanya pregnant and now you are trapped in this relationship! You better not have the nerve to ask me to do your wedding" she snapped.
"Um. Well, that's kind of why I called, but since I can see that you don't want to hel-"
She cut me off. "Don't be ridiculous. I will do your wedding even if I can't stand the bride. So when do you want this all ready by?"
"Tanya and I haven't really even talked about that yet. In fact, she doesn't even seem to keen on the idea of marrying me. Who wouldn't want to marry me?" I scoffed.
"That cocky 'tude of yours got you in this situation Edward. I recommend you learn to control it if you want this mess fixed" Alice responded.
I was about to respond when I was interrupted for what felt like the hundredth time in this conversation.
"I will be there in two days. Love you!" she cried.
"I love you too, Ali".
Well, this should be interesting…
AN: Next chapter, BPOV