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

anyone and Max thought he might have something
that would render him unable pretty soon. So we thought, hey, why not
save everyone a lot of grief and just do this thing together?”
    “ I
don’t understand,” Uncle Carl was frowning as if he’d
been presented with Einstein’s equation and asked to break it
down. “You and this Max guy decided to have a baby because he
can’t get it up?”
    Christine breathed for
five minutes, eyes closed and tried again. “Max was sick,
right?” she said.
    Various 'Uh huhs', were
heard around the table.
    “ And
the doctors told him that one of the side effects to his disease and
its treatment might be that he can’t have children,” she
continued looking around to see if this was sinking in. Some people
were nodding, some were just staring at her.
    “ So
anyway, Max has always wanted kids and so have I. Seeing as I’m
not in a relationship and the ol’ biological clock is ticking,
when he came to me and…suggested that we have a baby, I
agreed.”
    There was silence
around the table.
    “ You
done los’ your damn mind,” Angela was the first to break
it.
    “ How
pregnant are you?” Aisha asked. Always the practical one.
    Christine shrugged,
“About six weeks.”
    Misha turned to Martha,
“You knew about this?”
    Martha nodded her head
but said nothing. Everyone stared at her in shock.
    “ And
you let her do it?” Andrew asked what they were all thinking.
    “ It
wasn’t a matter of letting. They’re both adults. It was
their choice,” she said.
    Uncle Carl was glaring
at Cordelia. “You awfully quiet sis,” he said with a bit
of a growl.
    Cordelia looked up at
him and shrugged. “Like mama said, she a big girl. If she want
to have a baby with a billionaire I ain’t hating on that child
support,” she said making Christine shrink in her seat. She was
beginning to think this might have been a mistake. She wasn’t
here for her mother’s grasping ways. Martha looked at her
daughter with narrowed eyes.
    “ You
really think your daughter would stoop to that level of thinking?”
she snarled at her.
    Cordelia shrank back in
her seat, hands held open in supplication. “Hey, sorry. I was
just telling it like I see it.”
    Martha stared
thoughtfully at her. “Where did I go wrong with you?” she
asked her.
    Cordelia stared back at
her and then back down at her plate. She shrugged her shoulders.
“Just because I’m not interested in having a dry ass
pussy like you and Aunt Misha or am not afraid of living like
Christine here is, don’t mean there’s something wrong
with me.”
    There
was a collective intake of breath around the table. Martha’s
face was wooden and Misha looked like she was about to throw down.
Uncle Andrew stood up walked around the table and lifted Cordelia
from her seat with one hand. “Time for a time out,” he
said dragging her away toward the living room. “You can come
back when you learn how to speak to people young lady,” they
heard him say as he led her kicking and screaming. Kevin sat stiffly
looking around at them as if waiting for someone to jump on him.
    “ Perhaps
you should go console your girl,” Uncle Carl told him. Kevin
stood up at once and left. Pretty soon they heard the roar of his
engine as they screeched out of the driveway. Uncle Andrew strolled
back in minutes later looking like he’d just kicked ass and
taken names.
    “ We
good?” he asked the group at large.
    There were various
sounds of assent made around the table and Andrew took his seat
looking at Christine.
    “ So…is
this guy going to marry you or what?”
    There was a collective
wince around the table at the question. No one ever talked about
marriage in Christine’s hearing if they could help it.
    Christine shrugged
trying to look nonchalant. “He proposed.”
    Martha showed surprise
for the first time that day, “What? When?”
    “ That
time we went for coffee,” Christine told her.
    “ Oh.
He said...” Martha trailed off.
    “ He
said