Hi all, long time no see. It’s been a whirlwind of a few (or longer) months and a lot has been going on (nothing too bad thankfully). I will eventually continue my other fic Shock to the Soul, but I am in the middle of an interstate move and packing - I have not been inspired to keep going there quite yet, but once I’ve settled in my new home, I plan on picking it back up since my life will be so much simpler then.
Anyhoo…I decided to do a fic prompt to try something else to keep up with writing in the meantime. It’s going to be a simple, sweet little story filled with annoying family members, maybe a smidge of drama, and an HEA to fill my little bit of down-time between packing.
Fic Prompt: I'm going to pretend to be your significant other at the bar even though I don't know you because that guy talking to you seems super creepy and you look uncomfortable.
As always:
Disclaimer: All characters are property of that lady who wrote Twilight. This story, however, is mine. © 2024 lilbitbookish82
Chapter 1: A Little Cottage Chic
EPOV
It’s been a shit day; one full of one giant fuckup after another that of course I had to fix because nobody else seems to be able to do it on their own. I’m so sick and tired of having to step up and do extra work because my boss is so busy chasing “the one” across country trying to woo her. There is always a “one” with him when he gets bored with the other “one.” I’m so tired; literally, but I can’t shut down my mind. I know I shouldn’t complain, I make great money and I got hired with no actual experience right out of college, but I’ve made the man a mint. I’m an architect at a very prestigious firm here in Memphis; close enough to drive out to my hometown of Oxford, MS, but far enough away to stay away from the daily family drama. Speaking of family, I just recently got off the phone with Mama on my way to relax at Earnestine & Hazel’s with my childhood best friends Emmett and Jasper. It was the same ol’ shit, different day…my family drives me crazy.
Don’t get me wrong, I adore my family, but growing up in a historical home and the constant expectations in town of being an “old family” in the area can be exhausting. If it isn’t Mama asking when I’m going to give her a daughter-in-law and grandbabies (which I always say “Katie-Beth is almost 22, let her give you grandbabies or wait until CJ and Brent adopt), then it’s Grandmother trying to parade a never-ending string of her friends’ debutante granddaughters at me (I just give her a smile normally and say hello politely while strategically ignoring them). Daddy keeps asking why I can’t work with his firm there in town (in which I always state, “I need to prove myself first), Gammie keeps guilt tripping me with her constant, “Edward Anthony, I miss you, come home,” (which I sweetly return with a “I miss you too, but I’ll come see you soon”), and Gumpy wanting to know why I didn’t just go into law like his sons did (“because I took after my daddy” is my typical retort).
As soon as I pull up to Earnestine & Hazel’s, I can see Emmett and Jasper standing outside making their usual pointing and kissy gestures at me then their stupid “fucking” movements. They just love making fun of my obsession with coming here every weeknight; I come here with or without them for an extremely specific reason that they tease me about constantly. I shut my door and walk to them and smack the back of both of their heads while telling them to shut the fuck up. When we walk in, my reason waves at me and I blush while waving back shyly, which of course makes the two jackasses cackle behind me.
“Dude, why don’t you just talk to the girl? She always lights up like a Christmas tree when you show up,” Jasper says when we sit down.
“I…I don’t know. She is perfect and she could never go for a guy like me. I mean, look at her and then look at me, she probably just sees another corporate asshole,” I say as I frown.
“Edward, seriously? Are you blind? She beams when you come in! So, what if she has that little cottagey homesteader look going on? Maybe y’all can play farmer?” Emmett laughs, “She waves all cute-like, but you don’t even know her name and vice-versa; it’s been almost 4 months since you started coming here.”
I know he is right, but with all my bravado in business, I am seriously shy when it comes to women, especially pretty little ones with a long espresso braid over their shoulder, pretty little dresses, and cute boots. If I guess right, I will say she is around 5’2 and her frame is not lacking in the curves department. I can’t stand those rail-thin girls who walk around in designer everything, barely eating a lettuce leaf; my pretty Lil’ one has meat in all the right place: a waist to hold on to, magnificently large breasts that wobble when she laughs, and an ass that won’t quit. I definitely wouldn’t hurt her with my 6’5 frame. I’ve looked at her enough to imagine what’s under those dresses that remind me of Mary-Ann from Gilligan’s Island or those jeans that hug her ass with those crop top things that hug her breasts, and especially what I want to do to her when she wears her hair in those double french-braids. Gah, I am such a pervert and I’m starting to get a hard-on while thinking about the color of her nipples and what size they are.
Suddenly, I felt a smack to my shoulder and looked over to Jasper in confusion.
“What the fuck, man?” I ask.
“Stuck in la-la land again? I’ve been trying to get your attention for like 5 minutes now”, he says seriously.
“Ah yeah, sorry. What’s up?”
“Maybe it’s time for you to man up; little miss over there looks mighty uncomfortable right now.”
“Huh?” I ask as I turn to look over at her. She looks like she’s freaking out a bit and she keeps trying to move down the bar, but the creep just grabbed her arm. She looks around in alarm and spots our table while making eyes that scream help! I may be shy, but the look on her face makes me want to save her, so I stand up and tell the guys I’ll be right back.
As I walk over, I bring out my presentation confidence; the one that sells my designs. I need to be that guy right now…for her. She looks around and spots me while still trying to grab her arm away and I give her a look that says, “I’m coming to help you,” and she slightly nods her head. I head walk right up and around the bar, take her in my arms (which thankfully the creep drops), say “hey baby, lord I missed you,” and kiss the hell out of her.
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Well, what do y’all think so far? Should I keep going?