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IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE !: before you go on and read this story, let me make something clear so that there are no misunderstandings. I do not mean to offend anyone with this, if I, at any time during this story offend anyone, I apologize; those were not my intentions. I merely seek for people to enjoy the story and be entertained with it, I do not mean to judge anyone. In the story you are about to read I may mention gay, lesbian, homosexual, bisexual, transsexual, asexual people or close to it. I get along with everyone just fine, I don't go around minding on others business. Again, I apologize if it seems I' am. ~Sparkles

This story is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of Stephanie Meyer and Sparkles imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Sparkles: Thanks for accompanying me in this adventure. I have never read a story that resembles this one, I do not know if there are any, if there are and anyone knows about them please pm me. I hope you like this story as much as I do. I'm sure you'll see my point when the story is finished. Meanwhile, please feel free to review and tell me what you think.

BPOV

I HATE it when I see people whining because they got their cell phone disconnected, or because their house is ugly and small. What would they do if they didn't have a house? They have no reason to whine at all if they have a clean, warm bed to sleep in under a roof, with food on their table, and a family to accompany them. What wouldn't I give to be able to sleep under a roof with warm sheets even if I had to sleep on the floor? But no, I don't have a house, I hardly ever have food, and I don't have a family. My dad died before I was born and my mom was poor so when she was giving birth to me she went to an orphanage to give birth to me. She died on the process, I was left there. I hated it there, though, because they didn't treat me very nice, and we hardly have any food, but I had a bed and a roof.

As soon as I turned nineteen, they practically kicked me out, and I tried to get a job but I didn't have a house or cloth or a place to shower, neither did I have a brush for my hair. No one wanted to hire me, so after being starved for two days, I started begging in the corners for food, I didn't really want money. I knew they wouldn't believe I was actually homeless, and they wouldn't give me money so I begged for food. I did get money occasionally though. I' am twenty-one, pretty used to not eating much, and sleeping on the park bench or an alley. Two years of living like this, didn't bring my hopes down. I kept trying to get a job, twice a week; I made the effort to 'look' clean at the very least, but still nothing. Today was Monday, I had to go to the park and try my luck there. Tomorrow, I had to try and get a job.

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I was walking around the park, it was already eight pm. I still hadn't had breakfast. I sat down on the bench and just looked at the ground. I only had managed to get two dollars. I was going to go to the store and buy something; I was starting to feel really hungry. I heard footsteps and looked up to see a man walking near by, I stood up and walked towards him.

"Do you have a coin you could spare Mr? I haven't eaten anything all day, and I'm really hungry," he looked at me, and just like I was used to, he looked at me with pity. He is so…gorgeous. Oh gosh, he had the most beautiful eyes! They were green emerald. I thought he wasn't going to give me anything because he stood there staring at me without moving or talking.

"I don't have change right now, but there's a place right in front of here where they sale hamburgers, would you like one? I haven't had dinner yet, maybe you could accompany me." I was shocked. Was he really asking me if I wanted a hamburger? He didn't look like one of those perverted guys, I nodded fast. He was walking, is not like I had to get in a car with him or anything. Besides, he was very handsome.

He smiled. "Alright then, it's over there," he pointed forward and I saw it. It was called Mandy's I could smell the hamburger already. I walked with him, keeping my distance. He didn't speak, he just walked, and he looked thoughtful. He ordered two hamburgers and the smell assaulted me. Gosh they smelled so freaking good!

"So, umm, do you have a family?" I heard the man ask. I stiffened, I mean, I guess I should answer him truthfully he bought me food after all.

"No, my dad died before I was born and my mom died when I was born." He looked shocked. I could see he kind of felt sorry for me.

"How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-one, you?"

"I'm twenty-two, so you've been living like this since you were little?" he asked slowly.

"No, my mother gave birth to me in an orphanage; I lived there until two years ago. I had to leave because I was old enough to care for myself,"

"But you don't have a job?" I laughed a little.

"Would you hire someone like me?" I asked him sarcastically. He thought about that for a second.

"Yes, I would. Have you tried to get a job?"

"I try twice every week, but no one wants to hire me because I'm homeless and don't smell very good." Why was I explaining this to him? At that moment they brought our hamburgers and I gigged in, yes, I was hungry and poor but that didn't mean I didn't have manners. I did eat fast but I didn't eat like a pig. The men didn't speak until we finished and neither did I.

"I hoped you liked it," I smiled at him.

"I did, thank you so much for this,"

"No problem, Er, you say you don't have a house right?" he asked. I looked at him, wary. I nodded slowly. "You see, I know I just met you right now and it's going to sound completely random; but I might have a deal to offer you." I started standing up; I knew it was too good. Pervert.

"No, wait, I didn't mean it like that. Listen, I'm well, I'm gay." What? Was he joking? He didn't look gay at all. I wasn't that stupid. Too freaking handsome!

"Yeah, and I'm the princess of Denmark," I retorted and started walking away. "Thanks for the hamburger," I heard footsteps behind me then I saw him walking next to me.

"Listen, you don't have to believe me. Let me just tell you what the deal was." I kept walking without answering. "My couple and I have been together for about five years, we live together. The thing is, you know, we're both guys so we can't have kids." Now he had my attention, what could he want from me?

"And how does that involve me at all?"

He sighed. "See the thing is I want a baby, I really do. I want it to be my blood, but I can't have one with Steven." I looked at him surprised and mad.

"And so you want me to have it for you? You think just because I'm poor, I'm going to sell myself to a man I don't even know and have sex so he can have a baby?" he looked at me and his eyes winded.

"No! Oh God no! That's not what I meant at all! I told you, I'm gay. I was speaking of adoption! We won't be having any physical relationship." I know I'm poor and all that but I'm not stupid, I used to read a lot.

"Let me see if I get this, you want me to adopt a baby with you?" he nodded. "And what about after the adoption, I have to give it to you and leave as if nothing ever happened?" I asked incredulously.

"No, that's the other part. The more complicated part of the deal." More complicated than giving him my baby? "You see, well, we kind of, have to be married."

"What?! I don't even know you! I mean, I don't even know your name! Your wasting your time, I'm not going to—" his phone rang.

"Can you excuse me, I have to take this call, just wait a minute, okay?" I didn't answer. Wow, I woke up today hoping I'll get enough money to eat, and I find a man who not only buys me food but wants me to give him a baby and marry him.

"Hey Steven… I'm at the park…it's a long story, I'll tell you when I get home…listen, I think maybe we might be able to get the baby after all…no, I'll call you back ok? I love you too, bye." I was looking at a cat passing by, as if I hadn't heard anything. "My name is Edward, can you tell me your name?" what could I loose?

"Isabella,"

"That's a beautiful name." he said smiling "Well, Isabella, would you be willing to help me?" he asked. I had to think about it for a second. If I married him, I would have a home.

"I don't really trust you; I mean what proof is there that what you're saying is true?"

"I live around the corner; maybe you can meet Steven,"

"That doesn't prove anything, I'm not about to get in a house with two man." He laughed.

"Alright, how would you feel more secure?" I eyed him. There was really no way of securing myself, unless I had a gun. Ha! As if!

"What exactly do I have to do and what are my benefits?" After being homeless for a while, you become a little selfish. It's a hard life.

"I need to talk to Steven; do you think you could come to our place?" When I didn't answer he spoke again. "Do you have a home?" I looked down at my feet.

"No, but—"

"That's part of the deal, you'll have a home and you'll have a family." I knew he was playing dirty, but it all sounded good and when you say that to a person who's got no one and nothing, well…it's hard for them to deny.

"Lead the way,"

It's not a very long first chapter (about 1,500 words not counting the AN.) but that's just because the story might not be too long itself. I'm not planning to put too much drama in this particular story; it's dramatic enough as it is. I' am at this point in time, working on the next few chapters. I might have the story complete in no time. Though, I do want your opinion. It's very important to me. Even if I have the chapters done, I will make a brief pause before I post the next chapter, not knowing what people's reactions might be. It's not about how many reviews I get; it's about what the reviews say.

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Truly yours forever,

Sparkles107