The Baby is Mine (BWWM Pregnancy Romance)

By: Vivian Ward

Chapter 1: Blake

For the past year, I have been looking forward to this day. Today I am finally going to become a father. I can hardly contain myself as Tasha labors in the birthing room with my precious son, Carter Luke Adams. She and I agreed early on, when we signed the contract, that I would not be allowed in the room when she gave birth. It has definitely been the longest week of my life. As I impatiently wait in the waiting room to meet my baby, another gentleman walked in and sat opposite of me. His face matched mine in that his forehead was wrinkled, his eyes weary and he was fidgety. When he took his seat, he nodded at me, offering a nervous smile.

“How’s it going?” he asked, glancing at the large clock on the wall. The time was 10:06 AM. I didn’t have to look at it to know because I had been checking it every minute since about 9 AM when the nurse showed me to the waiting area.

“Eh, it’s been a long morning. Waiting for my son to be born.” My voice trembled slightly. I’ve never been this nervous in my entire life.

“That’s cool. My wife’s having a boy, too.” He unzipped his jacket and folded it neatly on his lap.

“Oh, it’s not my wife.” That was certain. There was no way I was ever going to get married again. When my wife died, I promised myself I would never endure that again—losing a spouse, that is. Our marriage was blissful, the kind one can only hope to have, except I did have it. She was the whole reason I was here.

“Is it your girlfriend?”

“Not even close. She’s my surrogate mother.”

“Your who?” The man had obviously never heard the term before judging, by the way, his face twisted, and his neck craned, trying to figure out what I was talking about.

“A surrogate. I paid her to have a baby for me.”

“Bro, that’s crazy man. What do you mean you paid her to have a baby?”

It’s okay. At this point, I’d explained it enough times that his response seemed normal to me. The look of shock on people’s faces never ceased to amaze me. You’d think in this day and age, most everyone would have at least heard of a surrogate mother.

“It’s a long story.”

“Nah, dude, you gotta tell me now. I got time. My wife’s been having the Braxton something for the last two weeks. The doctors are sure it’s still false labor, but they’re observing her in case it’s not. When the nurse checked her, she was only at two centimeters.”

I peered up at the clock again. It was now 10:09 AM. “I’m thirsty. You want to go to the cafeteria to get a soda with me, and I’ll tell you on the way?”

“Sure man. This story sounds good.”

Walking towards the elevator, I started telling him why I was here. The steel elevator doors slid open before we stepped inside the car.

“So what’s your story?” he asked.

I sighed. “Oh, where do I begin? Let’s see, my wife and I dearly wanted to start a family together. She wanted it more than anything in the world. We were married for 13 years when we started trying. After a year of no luck—”

“That’s crazy, yo. My wife and I were trying not to have a baby when she got pregnant.”

“Consider yourself lucky then. Like I was saying, after a year of trying, she finally went to the doctor to see if she could get some answers as to why she still wasn’t pregnant. She was worried that one of us had a problem or something. Ultimately, they found out that she wasn’t getting pregnant because she had cancer.”

“Aw man, I’m so sorry to hear that. What kind did she have? If you don’t mind me asking.”

I shook my head. I’d told the story at least a dozen times before. “I don’t mind at all. It was a few years ago. She had cervical cancer that had metastasized to other parts of her body. When they caught it, they said she had less than six months to live.” I looked at his face; he was genuinely concerned as he leaned in and nodded at me to continue. “Before she died, she still wanted to give me a child, so she had her eggs harvested.”

“But how’d you get to the point where you’re paying a chick to have your baby?”

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