Free Surrogate For The Billionaire: A BWWM Pregnancy Romance by BWWM Club, Tyra Small Page A

could ask her why.
    *****
    Lateisha shook her head as she boarded the bus. The change she
deposited clinked its way into the machine and she walked down the
narrow aisle and found a seat. Why did she tell him that? Bryce made
her speak too freely about what she was thinking, even when she tried
to hide it from him. Frowning, she opened the baby app she downloaded
while waiting at the bus stop. She put in the date of the IUI to find
her due date; it was the same as the one the doctor gave her; April
fifteenth. Fighting the urge to rub her belly, she tucked her phone
back into her purse and stared straight ahead. She didn’t
really have to work, she only told Bryce that so that he wouldn’t
insist on driving her back to the penthouse. Knowing Bryce he was
headed back to the office and wouldn’t be back until eight
o’clock or later, so Lateisha had no worries that he would find
her at home when she told him otherwise. Resting her head back on the
seat, Lateisha closed her eyes for a moment, exhaustion gripping her
like a claw, and thought about her situation. Despite her feelings
for Bryce, Lateisha knew she had to remain professional, or she would
lose more than just a baby, she would lose her heart.
    *****
    The next four weeks passed in the same fashion as the previous two,
Lateisha went to work and came home, searched for jobs and went to
sleep. She rarely saw Bryce, and when she did they mostly just
exchanged pleasantries. While not showing a baby bump just yet,
Lateisha was sporting some mean nausea and exhaustion. There were
days where getting through work was a struggle for her because she
was either too tired to move or too nauseous to serve food. Vomiting
in the break room bathroom became a normal lunch time routine. That
particular day, after vomiting upon arrival, and after lunch,
Lateisha was taking fifteen with a cold paper towel on her head and a
large Coke in her hand; the carbonation helped to ease the nausea.
Barely looking at her phone she dialed Becky’s number from
memory.
    “Hey, girl.” Becky answered on the second ring, her
cheery voice piercing through Lateisha’s pounding head.
    “Hey,” she answered, removing the now warm paper towel
and tossing it in the trash.
    “You sound awful,” Becky mentioned with a laugh.
    “I don’t feel so hot either,” Lateisha swigged her
soda and almost threw it back up.
    “Morning sickness?” Becky asked, an edge of disdain in
her voice
    Ever since Lateisha moved into Bryce’s penthouse and told
Becky she was pregnant, Becky had been angry with her. They still
talked almost every day, but their relationship was definitely
strained.
    Lateisha sighed, “You don’t know the half of it.”
    “It’s a good thing he’s paying you,” Becky
grumbled.
    Lateisha balked, never once in the last six weeks had she thought
about the money. Odd but all she wanted was for Bryce to be happy.
She decided not to answer Becky’s smart remark and they talked
for several minutes about random things. Lateisha hung up and took
another sip of soda, slower this time. Her nausea was easing for now
and she was starving. Unfortunately she still had another hour left
of work.
    Tossing her phone in her purse and locking it up, she grabbed her
soda and headed out to the kitchen. Several orders came in with rapid
succession and Lateisha didn’t have a moment to think for
another hour. When she finally looked up she had five minutes left of
her shift. Refilling her soda for the second time, Lateisha walked
into the seating area to begin wiping down tables and sweeping.
    “Hello,” Lateisha jumped but quickly realized it was
only Bryce who was behind her.
    Why is he here? She thought, setting her drink and the broom
down. They had barely spoken in weeks and now he just showed up at
her job.
    “What’s up?” She asked, turning to face him.
    Lateisha was always surprised at the reaction she had to his
appearance and closeness. Never once had she not felt tingly all over
and ready