Free The Billionaire's Surrogate: A BWWM Pregnancy Love Story by Cher Etan, BWWM Club

jacket. Her shirt was also low slung so he could see the
twins peeking out. If he wasn’t mistaken, they were slightly
bigger than before. Trust Christine to reap all the advantages of
being pregnant; glowing skin, bigger breasts…without all the
swollen ankles, bad breath and awkwardness. Or maybe that was still
to come. This was his first time being so close to a pregnant lady;
he didn’t know.
    “ Are
there classes we can take on what to expect?” he asked suddenly
very anxious at his complete lack of knowledge.
    “ I
think so. Probably. I can make inquiries,” Christine offered.
    “ Don’t
tire yourself, I’ll tell Andrea to do it.”
    “ I
thought you didn’t want to tell anyone yet.”
    “ Yes,
but we need someone to assist us; at least we can trust Andrea not to
go blabbing to the press.”
    Christine nodded. “Hey,
you’re the boss,” she said with another twist of her
mouth that evoked an answering twist at the level of Max’
pelvis. For a moment, it was all he could do to keep breathing
steadily.
    “ Yes,”
he said faintly. “I’m the boss.”

Chapter 6
    Christine called a
family meeting the following Sunday; unlike Max she was close with
her family and she needed them to know what was happening in her
life. She didn’t want to. The stain of what Rudy had done to
her had not yet faded; her cousins still tended to look
sympathetically at her when they were discussing their relationships.
She had three that she was particularly close with; Sadie, Angela and
Aisha. Their mother was her mother’s cousin and she’d
spent just as much time at their house as she had at her
grandmother’s growing up. Martha and her sister Misha were
close since they were orphaned early in life and had no-one but each
other for a long time. That closeness translated into their families
growing up extremely intertwined. This closeness was exacerbated when
they both lost their husbands to the war in Vietnam. They helped each
other raise their kids; Martha had one girl; Cordelia and Misha had
two boys; Andrew and Carl. Cordelia got pregnant in high school by a
basketball player (she said) who disowned her and her baby before
Christine was even born. Cordelia still named her after him. Andrew
was the oldest of them all and pretty fertile by all accounts. He had
three girls by three different women almost simultaneously, around
the same time as Cordelia’s pregnancy. He was doing relatively
okay in his career and didn’t want to pay child support so he
applied for and obtained sole custody for all three babies. He then
proceeded to leave them to his uncomplaining mother to raise. Still,
he and his brother Carl chipped in and were very present in the lives
of all four girls. It was an open secret that Carl was gay so nobody
was expecting offspring from him anytime soon.
    Martha provided food
for the gathering but everyone chipped in with the making of it.
Andrew and Carl were manning the grill outside making sure that the
barbecue was coming along just fine. Cordelia and her man Kevin were
mixing drinks while Martha took care of the hash browns and gravy.
Christine was on corn on the cob duty while Sadie and Aisha took care
of the pie. Angela was known to burn water so she was laying the
table as she updated everyone on the neighborhood gossip.
    “ You
know those new people who moved into number 22?” she asked as
she gathered a pile of plates together. “The ones with the huge
ass box of recording equipment? I heard they're independent porn
producers.”
    Christine laughed, “You
thinkin of applyin Ange?”
    Angela threw a towel at
her.
    “ Hey!
No throwing my clean stuff around the kitchen,” Martha growled.
    “ Sorry
gra,” Angela said sticking her tongue out at Christine behind
Martha’s back.
    “ Who
told you that?” Sadie asked ignoring their playful fighting.
    “ Crazy
Sandra. She heard it from Leroy over at the corner store.”
    “ Oh
yeah, very reliable,” Christine said.
    “ So
how would you