Falling For the Surrogate

Chapter 21

Tarzan is mine...

"You lied to me!"

I throw the uncomfortable hospital pillow at Troy who holds his hands out in defense.

"What if I didn't want to stay with you?! Would you have told me that I just left my own child

that I was tricked Into having!?"

Troy looks at me with panicked eyes and runs his hands through his dark hair frustratedly.

"I-I-I just... It's just that... I knew okay! I k ew after spending g that first week with you that I

wanted US to have a baby. You were willing to have one and I couldn't wait however many

months it would have taken to woo you and leave Jasmine, only to wait longer for a baby! Of

course I was going to tell you! I just wanted to win you over first!"

I scoff in disbelief.

"I didn't agree to have MY OWN baby! I didn't sign up for that! You manipulated me into having

a child because YOU wanted one!"

Troy growls and comes over to the bed, looking down at me dangerously.

"You were ready to accept Tarzan as your own and now you know that he IS! Why aren't you

happy!? I knew this would be a good thing in the long run because I've had every intention of

being with you since that day at the spa!"

I sigh heavily and lean back in pure exhaustion. Brushing my brown hair behind my ears I try to

stay calm.

"You lied to me. You used me. You tricked me. This has to be illegal!"

Troy shakes his head and continues defending himself for the next ten minutes. He spouts such

nonesense, but after a while he calms down.

"Look, it's our baby. We have a baby and I want you to be happy that it's ours. Don't change how

things were or how you feel about the situation just because there was a small mix up with the

eggs. Tarzan needs both of us and I need you. I hope you know that I only did this because I

knew I loved you right after getting to know you. It might sound weird, but I knee that you HAD

to me the mother of my child. Please forgive me."

He seems sincere, but I'm still pissed as hell. Despite the fact that he just confessed his love for

me, I'm mad he didn't tell me that earlier too. He's just bad at communicating.

Troy had this puppy dog look on his face and I start wondering if Tarzan will look like him or

me.

Maybe both?

The very fact that even if I didn't forgive him, I could never leave my baby behind weighs on me.

I wouldn't have anywhere to go anyway and supporting a baby would drain all the money I made

from this venture in just a few weeks.

Even if I was going to go, I wouldn't be able to.

Instead of forgiving him or saying I love him back, I just glare at Troy and cross my arms.

I don't have the energy to give him an answer. Just because I'm staying, doesn't mean I'm happy

with him.