“Screw IVF. Let’s do this the old-fashioned way.”
The arrangement was cut and dry:
1. Sign the surrogacy agreement.
2. Deliver the babies to their father.
3. Then move on - only with enough to support myself and my teenage brother for life.
But now there are twenty tiny fingers and toes in my belly…
And they’re slowly inching their way into my heart.
And these big swollen pregnancy feet of mine…
Are turning into cold feet.
I may have done the one thing I promised myself I wouldn’t:
Fall in love.
How am I supposed to return back to my old life after I deliver my twin babies to their father?
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