Would this surrogacy journey make or break us?
We were close to the end, and we had never been so distanced in all the years we’d been married.
I gulped down the hard liquor I was holding and ran my hand over my face like I wanted this motion to wash away theheaviness I felt. Despite everything, I still looked forward to one thing, and that was to hold my baby.
I picked up my phone from my desk and called Basheer.
“Bruh,” he answered. “Wasn’t you supposed to call back days ago?”
“Nigga. Don’t talk to me like I’m yo’ bitch.”
“Here you go.” He laughed. “Anyway, what’s good?”
“Go ahead and call the event planner I told you ’bout the other day. Have her start planning the gender reveal.”
“Coo, I’ma hit her up now.”
“Bet.”
“Is there anything else any of you would like to add, or anything you need from me?” I looked around the room at my team, who felt more like family than employees. Everyone shook their heads.
I always liked to gather everyone to share updates. Sometimes I checked in to see if they were doing well, had any concerns, or wanted to get anything off their chests.
As everyone got up to leave, my new secretary, Stephanie, entered the room.
“Sorry to disturb you, Mr. St. Pierre.”
“It’s all good, Stephanie. What’s going on?” I set my briefcase back on the conference table and gave her my attention.
“Your wife is in your office, and she said it’s an emergency.”
I immediately rushed out of the room and sprinted to my office. I said a silent prayer, hoping the emergency had nothing to do with our unborn baby. During the meeting, my phone was off, and I hadn’t checked it since, so if anyone tried to get through to me, they would’ve gone straight to voicemail.
I pulled the door open with full force, expecting to see my wife looking distraught or her face wet with tears. Instead, Saje sat on top of my empty desk, which I assumed she cleared off prior to this. Her black trench was unbuttoned, and her naked, voluptuous body glistened underneath. The custom lights in my office illuminated Saje’s gold metallic painted toenails that peeked out from her open toe heels.
My baby looks good as fuck.
I realized my office door was still wide open, so I quickly shut the door before anyone could pass by and see my wife’s sexy ass body.
“Saje, I’m guessing there’s no real emergency.”
She smiled seductively. “Of course, there is.”
I raised my eyebrows, unable to stop gazing between her thighs. That fat muthafucka was sitting pretty. All I could do was imagine myself spreading her lips apart with the tip of my dick and making myself feel at home inside her.
“What’s the emergency?” I inched closer, ready to be up close and personal with her pussy.
“There are two things I need to say to you, my love. First, it’s a must that I apologize for the way I’ve been behaving. I guess I’ve been acting somewhat like a bitch lately. Everything has been so overstimulating. I know it’s no excuse for my actions, but I couldn’t wait a moment longer to say that I’m sorry.”
“And what about the surrogate and our baby? Do you care to discuss that?”
Saje looked puzzled as she scooted closer to the edge of my desk. “What about ’em?”
I drew my brows together.
“Oh, my bad, baby. I’m trippin’.” She giggled. “I’m ready to thank the lady who is blessing us with our lil’ sweet bundle of joy. This gender reveal is going to be epic. Did you already find a planner, or would you like me to handle it from here?”
Finally, my wife seemed like she was fully on board.
