Page 38 of Surrogate For My Best Friend’s Man 2

“Any dizziness?”

“No.”

“Headache?”

“A little.”

She checked the monitor and nodded. “Your blood pressure is coming down, so that’s good.”

“Thank God.”

She started checking my IV while flipping through my chart. “Since you’re a surrogate, the doctor is going to want to keep a close eye on you and the babies.”

I froze, my heart damn near stopped. “Ma’am…”

But it was already too late, Malik walked through the door. “A what?”

The nurse stopped moving and I slowly looked over. Malik was standing there with a bottle of water in one hand and a bag of chips in the other. His eyes went from the nurse to me. “A what?”

The nurse looked nervous. “I apologize.”

Malik stepped farther into the room. “What the fuck did you just say?”

The nurse looked at me, I couldn’t even speak.

“Surrogate?” Malik’s face changed.

The nurse grabbed her chart. “I think I need to give you two some privacy.”

“Nah.” His voice stopped her. “What the hell is she talking about?”

The nurse looked at me again, I could see the panic all over her face. “I’m sorry.” She rushed out the room and closed the door behind her. The second she was gone, the room went completely quiet. Malik stared at me and I stared at my blanket.

He waited, I couldn’t look him in his face. “Shante.”

I swallowed. “Malik…”

“What did she mean?” He snapped.

“I can explain.”

“Explain what?”

I rubbed my hands together.

He stepped closer. “She said you’re a surrogate.” I stayed quiet. “Shante.”

I finally looked up. “Yes.”

His eyebrows pulled together. “Yes what?”

“I’m a surrogate.”

He stared at me. “For who?”

I could barely get the words out. “Deuce.”

His face went blank. “What?”