It was supposed to be the happiest day of their lives. Instead, I found myself standing in stunned silence, holding the child I thought they’d been waiting for, while they walked away without a second glance.
“When you’ve been married for nine years, you think you’ve heard it all.” That was my mantra when my husband, Mark, came to me one evening with the question.
“Babe,” he began hesitantly, fiddling with the edge of his beer bottle. “What would you think about being a surrogate for Liam and Sarah?”
I blinked.
“You’re joking.”
He shook his head, his expression dead serious.
The room fell silent except for the muffled sounds of the TV in the background. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. My brother-in-law and his wife had always been close to us.
They were the fun couple at family gatherings, the ones everyone adored. But this? This was… unexpected.
“Just… hear me out,” Mark urged, leaning forward.
“They’ve been trying for years. IVF failed. Adoption’s taking forever.
They’re heartbroken, Mel. You know how much they’ve wanted this.”
He wasn’t wrong. I’d seen Sarah wipe away silent tears at Christmas when someone else’s baby pictures were passed around.
Liam’s usual goofy grin was a little more strained every time a pregnancy announcement rolled in. They’d exhausted every option.
“They’ll cover everything—medical bills, compensation—and…” He hesitated. “They offered to pay enough to cover Emma’s college fund.”
Emma, our eight-year-old daughter, wanted to become an astronaut.
College wasn’t cheap, and the promise of her dreams being within reach tugged at my heart.
It wasn’t an easy decision. Weeks passed. I researched, cried, and talked Mark’s ear off.
In the end, I agreed, hoping that giving them a chance at happiness would outweigh the sleepless nights, morning sickness, and the inevitable awkwardness.
Fast forward nine months. The pregnancy had been smooth, though exhausting. I’d spent those months picturing the look on Liam and Sarah’s faces when they held their baby for the first time.
Then, the moment arrived.
The delivery went well—a healthy baby girl. As the doctor handed her to me, I felt an unexpected lump in my throat.
Her skin was unmistakably dark.
I stared, my mind racing. This wasn’t what I expected.
Was this a mistake?
And then Liam and Sarah walked in.
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