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∴♡Surrogate(Dangerous/HIStory Era) - Part Six♡∴

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Here's to hoping this doesn't suck.

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The words don't seem to properly register in your mind as your knees begin to go weak. Papers still in hand, you practically wobble over to the sofa - managing to settle your weight onto it. 

"Oh my God..." Lisa whispers as her and Michael straighten up, neither of them knowing what to do at this point.

After all, how did one comfort a woman that had just found out she could never conceive again?

"(Y/N)..." Michael sighs, walking up to you and away from Lisa. After approaching your fragile form, he kneels down slowly and begins to caress your thigh. "(Y/N)...I know this is hard...but..." he swallows, struggling to hold back tears. "We're here for you,"

"I..I can't..." you whisper, your eyes brimming with warm tears. "I can never have....children..again," you manage. "I..." you trail off desperately, not knowing how to keep a proper grip of your composure.

"Just breathe..." Michael coos as he brings his large hand to rub your back. "It's okay.."

"How.....the child...will-" you cut yourself off as a sob catches you off guard, rendering your unstructured sentence incomplete.

"We'll worry about the child later, I'm sure Lisa-"

"Michael," Lisa cuts in, stepping forward as the both of you look up at her. "I've decided...I....I'm ready to...have kids," she smiles sheepishly, earning a wide eyed expression for Michael.

"Are you serious?" he questions, completely dazzled as he stares up at her. 

"Yes," she smiles wider as she sees his eyes lighten up.

He stands up and pulls her into a tight embrace, a loving embrace. In that moment, he seems to have forgotten about you. In that moment, he seems to have not cared about you at all. In fact, in that moment, you are the most angry you've ever been in your life.

"So.." you wipe your tears away as you stand up, shaking a little from the shock. "I guess I'm not needed then," you mutter.

"What?" Michael turns around. "No, that-"

"It's fine," you nod, determined to keep a strong face - even if it was only just for show. "I'll go pack my things,"

Who was I kidding? I was only ever the surrogate! What, did I think he'd fall in love with me and then we'd run away together to live in some faraway castle?! What a joke.

"Oh (Y/N).." Lisa says. "You don't have to-"

Shut up shitface.

Your anger was warranted. Not only as a woman, but as a human. See, she was going to be able to produce everything you'd been stripped the ability of giving - it was horrifying, to say the least.

"It's fine Mrs. Jackson," you sigh. "I'm going to pack my things. If it's alright, I'll leave tomorrow morning as I don't have a place to stay tonight,"

"Sure..."

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