Shades Of Styles

Surrogate

You can go through your life, doing everything right. Getting good grades in school, graduating at the top of your class, going to a great college, graduating and finding an amazing job that you love. Meeting the love of your life, settling down with him and marrying him. But sometimes life will deal you a bad card.

My whole life all I ever wanted was to be a mother, apart from wanting to be a CEO and a wife, being a mother was something I dreamt of.
Almost 2 years ago my husband Harry and I decided to start trying to have a baby but after nearly a year of trying and getting no results we wanted to get tested and I found that I wasn't able to conceive. I was absolutely heart broken, I thought I had failed as a woman and as a wife.

Harry and I decided that we would want a surrogate so it would still be our baby. After almost a full year, we found a woman, we loved her from the first day we met her. She explained that this would be her 3rd time being a surrogate but her 4th time being pregnant as she has her own child. A daughter named Delilah who is now 12. She had her when she was 18, soon after, her cousin came to her and explained that she wanted a baby but couldn't physically have one. So at only 21 she became a surrogate. She loved it so she went through an agency and is now being a surrogate for women who want to be mothers and now we're her 3rd family. She's only 31 so she's in her prime of baby having years.

Last month, we started the whole process and today we're all going to see if she's pregnant which is exciting.
Harry and I sit in the waiting room, waiting for Sarah, the surrogate.
When we see her, we stand up and greet her. A smile is spread across her face.

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Styles. I have exciting news!" She shouts, reaching into her purse.

"Please, (Y/N) and Harry." I tell her. She pulls out a white stick and shows it to me. A positive pregnancy test. I nearly jump 10 feet in the air

"I couldn't wait to take one. I was too excited." She beams. I pull her in for a hug.

"That's so amazing. I-" I almost say more but the nurse calls for Sarah.

"Sarah Clarkson." She announces to the room and all 3 of us follow her to a room.

After the appointment we find that she is exactly 3 weeks pregnant and Harry and I can barely contain our excitement.

"Let us take you to lunch, okay?" Harry offers her and she nods. We get in our separate cars and agree to meet at Olive Garden.

"So what do you hope it is?" Sarah asks as we sit and wait for our food. I'm about to tell her I just want it to be healthy when she tells me to genuinely think about what gender I want my baby to be.

"Well if I have I'm hoping, I would love a daughter." I tell her. "I would love to have a mini version of myself you know?"

"And you Harry?" She asks.

"A boy. Obviously." He laughs.

"Do you have any names picked out?" She asks after finishing a bite of food.

"Not yet. We were just hoping you were pregnant and knowing you are, there's so much for us to get done." I explain. 

After we finish eating, we tell Sarah we're going to head home and we wish her the best. I almost decide to drive to a baby store and start shopping early but Harry tells me it's too soon and we don't need to get our hopes up just yet. So we go home with the first picture of our child.