Accidental Surrogate

Ella

“No, I understand.” I murmur into the phone. “Thanks for listening at least.”

I wearily hang up the line, burying my head in my hands. I spent all morning calling in every favor and loan I possibly could, throwing my dignity right out the window to beg my friends and acquaintances in my time of need.

I’ve never thought of myself as a proud woman, but begging this way was more of a challenge than I could have imagined.

I only wish I could help Cora as well as myself. She’s still waiting to hear if she’ll be fired, and while she’s not supposed to be handling any samples, she got permission to do my tests this afternoon. After all, I’ve already been inseminated, so her supervisor didn’t see any risk of further negligence.

Still, I’m far from excited when I walk through the front doors of the sperm bank. Ten days ago I was heartsore but optimistic for the future, yearning for a baby more than anything else in the world. Now I’m dreading the exam.

However my trepidation soon gives way to surprise, because as soon as I enter the facility I have the strangest feeling that Dominic Sinclair is near. It takes me a while to actually find him, behind closed doors with Cora’s bosses in a luxurious, glass-walled conference room, but I don’t have the faintest idea how I knew he was present. I also don’t understand why I feel drawn to him: after all, he’s ruined both my sister’s and my own life. I shouldn’t be excited to see him.

It was dumb luck that I stumbled across his path, the conference room is on the way to Cora’s office, but I find myself stopping to observe the meeting inside. I’m struck speechless when I lay eyes on him. Is it possible that he’s gotten more attractive since the last time I saw him? It was already unfair that somebody that powerful and intelligent could be so handsome, but now it truly just feels like being kicked while I’m down. The bastard has a heart of stone, and still the universe has rained endless gifts upon him while people like Cora and I have nothing.

Shaking myself out of my trance, I continue down the hall, though I feel the weight of dark eyes on my back as I retreat. Cora has clearly been crying when I arrive. Her eyes are red and her cheeks splotchy, though she tries to hide it.

“Hey.” I greet her gently, wrapping her up in a hug. She leans into me, squeezing tight and lingering far longer than she usually would. “Is there any news?”

“Sinclair is in there finalizing it all now. I’m going to be given formal termination notice this afternoon.” She shares, sniffling slightly.

so sorry, honey.” I

She lies, pulling away. “How are you

well.” I confess. “I’m sort of dreading this,

huh?” She asks, looking as though she might burst into tears. “I

I promise. “We’ve been in tight spots before.” I remind her, “remember the summer we slept in boxes on the street after

nods with a sad smile. “But it’s winter now, I don’t think we’ll last long in

her in the eyes as I say this, “I don’t think I’m going to

your only chance! And we aren’t completely hopeless, you’ve got time to try to

“I can’t afford a baby even if I do find a job. I’m going to be paying off my debts for years to come.” I share, filling her in on the details

we were done with suffering. After

a doctor.”

until the end of the first trimester. It would be a tragedy if you aborted it, then pulled off a miracle and it

softly. “Besides that seems kind of like it’s own form of torture – the longer I carry the baby the more attached I’m going to get.

Cora reasons, “You ought to give yourself a chance – keep the

the subject. “I may not even be pregnant.”

pulling a sterile cup wrapped in plastic from one of her cabinets. “You know

to provide a urine sample, returning it to her almost immediately. I pace back

“Congratulations little sister, you’re going