With the biggest smile on my face, I snatched out the pink and blue tissue paper.What the hell is this?I tried to keep apoker face, but it was becoming more difficult as I made out what was inside the bag.
Fucking baby clothes.
I forced a smile as I pulled out the two little outfits, one for a boy and one for a girl.
“Just thought this might make you feel good.”
Reason, now why the fuck would you think that? The only person who would see this shit and feel good is you?
“Oh, these are cute,” I said in the sweetest voice.
“Yeah. Does seeing the clothes make it feel real?”
I couldn’t put the clothes back inside the bag fast enough. “Yes, it sure does,” I responded flatly. “Oh shit, I forgot I told Nito to pick me up,” I muttered, changing the subject.
“Don’t worry about it. I cancelled and told him I got you.”
“How thoughtful.” I still wore my fake smile.
He kissed me, and his tongue slipped into my mouth.Mhmm, his tongue feels so good.Thoughts of his tongue swirling inside my pussy was the only thing that kept my mind off this bullshit ass gift he gave me.
“Let’s go,” I told him.
“I need to feel you, Saje.”
I slid my hand down his chiseled chest and kept going until I reached his bulge. “You will as soon as we get home. I’m in the mood for some shower sex.”
“Aight, baby,” Reason replied and slapped my ass as we headed toward the door. He turned around. “Wait, you forgot something.”
“What?”
“The gift bag with the baby clothes.”
“You’re right. How could I forget, my love?” I smirked and rolled my eyes when he turned around to get the bag.
CHAPTER 19
EMBER
It had been a couple of weeks since Amara told me I had been selected to become a surrogate. She sent over forms for me to review, sign, and send back, and that was the last time I heard from her. All this time I had to think about it, which had me going back and forth with thoughts about backing out. But each day when I stepped into the shelter with Rhema, it was a reminder that I couldn’t give up. I was on a mission. I had to make this unselfish sacrifice to obtain a better life for us. It was something I had to do.
Even though I hadn’t heard anything from Amara since my last appointment, I followed her instructions and ensured I avoided alcohol, followed a balanced diet, and kept up with my prenatal vitamin regimen. Whenever the time came, I wanted to make sure I was healthy and prepared to carry a child for the parents who had chosen me.
I repeatedly read the documents Amara sent me. Some nights I imagined what the husband and wife who I would be carrying for was like.Were they caring? Loving? Would the baby make their lives feel complete?This was none of my business, nor things I should’ve been thinking about, but I couldn’t help myself. Especially knowing that they would beusing my egg and the father’s sperm to create this baby. Could I handtheirchild over, knowing he or she had my blood running through their little body?
There was another question that constantly popped up in my mind.How did the wife feel knowing another woman was carrying her husband’s baby?A baby who wouldn’t share any of her DNA. That had to be a tough thing to think about and accept, but then again, they were willing to pay top dollar for this service. So, she must’ve been all for it, right?
My problem was having too much time on my hands to think. It was a waiting game, and I couldn’t wait to be able to get Rhema out of this situation. I couldn’t help thinking that I’d failed her once again, and it tore me up. Holding my tears in had become the norm until I was alone in the shower. That’s when every emotion and tear I had bottled up was released.
Every day, Rhema seemed to be unhappier than the day before. I tried picking up cheap arts and crafts supplies from the thrift store that I found for her and books I thought she would be interested in. It helped keep her distracted sometimes, but it wasn’t enough to make her forget where we currently resided.
“Mama, I need to go to the restroom,” Rhema said, looking up from a Lego set she was building.
“Okay, hold on. We’ll go in a second.” I submitted the job application I was working on and logged off the computer.
We moved around this place together. Where she went, I went. I never let Rhema out of my sight. Although it was a shelter to help women and children, I couldn’t be too trusting. There were still shady people surrounding us; therefore, I was always cautious.
Rhema handled her business in the restroom and returned next to me. When we got back to the area where we slept, a woman was in our section, touching my shit.
