Falling For the Surrogate

Chapter 17

Months in: 6

"What?!"

I cringe hearing Jasmine yelling all the way from Troy's office.

"We had a deal!"

He told me yesterday that the divorce papers came and he was going to get Jasmine to sign them

today. I feel terrible, but they aren't even in love. As far as I know, she doesn't even want

anything to do with her own baby. I don't even know if she's looked in the baby's room yet.

"I don't care! I upheld my end! You can't do this you bastard!"

Troy's given me alot to think about. He decided that after Jasmine leaves, I should stay.

Permanently. He says I'd still get paid, but he wants me to help him raise the baby. I'd have no

problem treating it like my own. I will have birthed him, but there's so much to think about. I

was going to move away. I was leaving New York. Jasmine would want visitation too, wouldn't

she? How angry would she be at me when she comes over if I stay?

I mean, I'm practically stealing her husband and her child!

Part of me is relieved that I wouldn't have to leave my tummy buddy behind, but... A

relashionship?

I don't know how I'd fair.

"Oh really?! And give up all this?!"

I lean back on the bed with a sigh and cover my head with the pillow to drown out the high

pitched yelling and screaming.

I'm not sure how long I sit like this, but a hand drops on my stomach gently after a while.

I pull the pillow off and looks at calm Troy.

How he maintain composure after that bitching astounds me.

"So?"

He smiles lightly and takes my hand, giving it a small kiss.

"She signed the papers. They'll be sent in and official by next month. I did agree that she could

stay u til the divorce was final, though. She has this next month to find a new place and leave us

be.

I nod in understanding before fiddling with Troy's large hands.

"Will she come visit the baby?"

Troy seems hesitant and guilty for a moment before shaking his head.

"That won't be necessary."

I frown, but he shakes his head to tell me not to ask.

Why would it not be necessary for a mother to see her child? It doesn't make sense!

"Is she going to hate me now? More than she already did anyway?"

Troy smiles lightly and lays down next to me, pulling me against his side carefully.

"I imagine she'll avoid you at all costs. Besides, you're pregnant. She won't try anything."

I'm relived at that news.

"Have you thought about staying?"

Then the anxiety is back.

"I'm always thinking about it. I'm just not sure."

Troy rubs a hand on my huge stomach and breathes through his nostrils, probably to remain

calm.

"You know that... Don't get sad or mad, but there's nobody else for you to go to. You said

yourself, you live alone. Why don't you share this place with me? We get along great. I really

like spending time with you..."

The more he talks about it, the more tempting it becomes. Nobody wants to be alone.

"What if we break up? It'll be awkward."

Troy shakes his head and scoffs.

"We agree on everything. There's no way we'd break up. In fact, I think we will end up getting

married. Our kid could be the ring bearer..."

I laugh lightly. Hearing Troy call the baby ours is tipping me over the edge. He's right though.

We've been spending everyday together. He even hired new people at his office so he can be

home the majority of the time. He's become a sort of house husband, minus the husband.

It would be a good life, and to share it... I wouldn't have to worry about anything ever again.

Ryan Roberts could never effect me again. I could stay in New York.

After a couple minutes, I realize the only reason I'm hanging onto leaving is because I have the

choice to. For the first time in my life, there are two options.

Ever since I came here, I haven't gone hungry. I haven't had to take up strange work, despite my

current situation already being strange work.

In fact, I like Troy.

I like him alot.

He's Incredibly attentive and sweet. He's even laying here begging me to stay. What's wrong

with me?

"Of course I'll stay," I blurt out without any more thinking.

Troy sits up quickly and sends a mouth splitting smile down at me before devouring my lips.

It's only our second kiss, not for lack of trying on his part, but it's the best I've ever had. I've only

kissed two other men, but I doubt anyone could top this.

His slightly chapped lips move against mine until they too become soft and gentle, despite the

raw passion he emits in our situation.

"Thank God," he whispers pressing his forhead against mine breathlessly.

"I don't know what I'd do without you."