The Surrogate

Prologue

"I say kill it!" Nora shrugs. We both stop and watch her with raised brows and mouths wide open. She rolls her eyes and takes a sip from her mug. "We were all thinking that," she murmurs. 

Madison shakes her head, "no baby, it's just you." The five-foot-eight green eyed, twenty-four-year-old rolls her eyes. Her reckless mouth didn't match her conservative up bringing. In fact, if you'd only met her for the first time, the adjectives befitting her would be, bubbly, reckless and wild. 

"Listen. The best option is to trace down that bastard and let him understand the terms and conditions of that child support," she starts. "He's a rich man. At this point you're a baby mother not a surrogate." Her optimistic tone could make you believe she was pro-life. Madison was a stripper. 

Now before you get your panties in a twist let me finish. She's had her fair share of hot dogs in her bun and her personal kink is to let them unload all the stress and baggage into her. Nine times out of ten she forgets to take the pill and ten times out of ten, she takes care of the "problem" before it's too late. So, no! This curvy brunette is not one of the "good" ones. 

"We don't know for a fact that his rich," I correct. She looks at me while she blinks once, twice, thrice then replies, "five hundred thousand dollars."

"It could be a loan," I counter. "They did say they needed the child urgently."

I raise my brow at the two, who are currently looking at me with dissatisfaction-disappointment, even. Madison's mug is stuck on her lips while Nora's mouth is slightly open but lined upside down, showing her slight frown.

"Oh baby, no," Madison scoffs, shaking her head as she places the half empty mug on the glass table-top. "If that's what we're hanging on to, Nora's right. Kill that fetus." 

I watch the two do our handshake and murmur under their breaths. These two are a mess, but the bigger mess is how I got myself into this situation. 

We've all seen those movies, even read those books in which the bride gets abandoned or something crazy happens and the bride runs from the alter in slow motion, taking off her shoes and throws her bouquet of flowers, hitting one of his parents in the face (okay that never happens but I think the directors can make it happen). Anyways! My point is I'm going through an equivalent of that. 

I was supposed to be a surrogate. That was the plan. To hell with the pyramid scheme this was supposed to make half a million dollars richer by the end of nine months minus-emphasis on 'minus'-my monthly allowances throughout this said nine-month period.

I saw Mexico in my future. Laying on the beautiful beach in my two-piece suit, with a few Mexican men trying to get with me. Okay fine! I'll be the one trying to get with them. 

I was going to use part of the money to buy the Bakery from Emma. I WAS GOING TO BE A MILLIONAIRE AT HEART BY THIRTY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!! But look at me now. I'm sitting it the same bakery I was supposed to own, sipping an ices match latte with my best friends planning what the next move is going to be. 

Now some of you may want a deeper understanding of how I got myself is this situation. Hi! My name is Lana Mercury and I want my money!