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Loose ends
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2026-07-09 15:20:35
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His accidental surrogate Loose ends
**Zaire** Savannah's knock came soft but sharp. She never rang the bell. I opened the door to see her standing there in a sleek black trench, a red lip, and no smile. "Still dramatic as hell," I muttered with a smirk, stepping aside. "And you still look tired, Z," she replied, brushing past me with that signature strut, heels clicking across the marble. I closed the door behind her. We stood for a moment in silence. Then she turned and faced me. "So. Want to tell me what the hell that was the other night?" I exhaled, then moved toward the bar. "Wine?" "You know the answer to that." I poured two glasses and handed her one. "I wasn't in a good headspace," I said simply. "I snapped. You didn't deserve that." Savannah narrowed her eyes. "You're not the apologizing type." "Doesn't mean I shouldn't." She took a sip. "So... what is it? What's had you all twisted?" I leaned against the edge of the bar, holding my glass but not drinking. "Something personal.
His accidental surrogate A new
**Kyra** I closed the group FaceTime with a small smile still tugging at my lips. My girls were a mess in the best way. Loud, nosy, overprotective, and exactly what I needed. But now the room was quiet again. Just me and the soft hum of my ceiling fan, the blinking light on my humidifier, and the unopened folder the doctor had handed me a few days ago. I reached for it. Inside: printed instructions, early pregnancy guidelines, recommended OBs, and copies of my bloodwork. A second sheet had my patient ID number and the new file the clinic created for my case. Then I saw it, a duplicate form. Zaire's. They'd given both of us full access, for transparency. Not joint responsibility. Not pressure. Just shared records in case either of us needed to communicate anything about the pregnancy. His name was at the top: ZAIRE ELIJAH CRUZ And just below that, in bold: Mobile: (###) ###-#### I hadn't saved the number. On purpose. But now it sat there, printed in
His accidental surrogate Dinner with the donor
**Kyra** I didn't know what to wear to dinner with the man whose DNA was now growing inside me. The man I didn't pick, didn't even know, yet here I was, in a simple off shoulder black dress and sneakers, walking into a quiet upscale restaurant and spotting him immediately. Zaire Cruz stood near the host stand, his black button up tucked into fitted slacks, wristwatch catching the light, and just enough stubble to make it annoying how good he looked. I took a breath. "Kyra," he said when he saw me, giving a polite nod. "Fancy," I replied, glancing around. "You own this place too?" "Nah," he said with a shrug. "But I built their reservation app." Of course he did. We were seated in a private booth, dimly lit, tucked away from the rest of the crowd. It was quiet enough for conversation, but not too quiet to feel intimate. I reached for my water. "So. Let's hear it. Who is Zaire Cruz, besides the man who saved his sperm like a tech update he wasn't ready to install yet
His accidental surrogate Agreements
Kyra** The automatic doors of the clinic slid open with a soft whoosh, letting in warm air and the faint sound of city traffic. I stepped out first, arms crossed, sunglasses low on my nose, my purse clutched a little too tightly. Zaire followed behind, his long strides relaxed but his mind wasn't. We walked in silence toward the parking lot. Both unsure of what to say now that the news had been spoken aloud. I was pregnant. He was the father. And neither of us knew the first damn thing about each other. I stopped at my car, digging for my keys, but my fingers were shaky. Zaire noticed. "You alright?" "I'm fine," I said too fast. He didn't call me on it. Just leaned against the passenger side of my car, watching me with unreadable eyes. "You want me to drive you home?" he asked, low. I scoffed. "No offense, but I still don't know you well enough to let you behind my wheel." Zaire cracked a small smirk. "Fair." I finally looked up at him, crossing my arms
His accidental surrogate The appointment
**Kyra** The clinic lobby was exactly as I remembered it, too clean, too white, too cold. Even the air felt sterile, like it didn't want to carry emotion. I sat in the waiting area with my hands folded tightly in my lap, thumb rubbing against the edge of my sweater sleeve. My stomach was in knots. I hadn't slept. Barely ate. Two weeks had felt like two years. Every morning had been a guessing game, was that nausea or nerves? Did my breasts hurt from PMS or something more? I had refused to take a test at home. I needed to hear it from a professional. I needed it to be real, or not real. No guessing. No wishful thinking. The receptionist finally called my name. "Kyra Taylor?" I stood, legs stiff, and followed the nurse into the same hallway, past the same neutral artwork, into the same room where my life had possibly shifted without warning. "You can sit here. Dr. Quinn will be in shortly," the nurse said, offering a kind smile before closing the door behind her. I
His accidental surrogate Distraction
Zaire’s pov- By the time the elevator chimed, I was out of the tub and wrapped in a dark gray towel, steam still rising behind me. I padded across the penthouse with slow, measured steps, my phone left behind on the marble bath tray. I opened the door just before Savannah knocked. She walked in like she always did, heels clicking against polished floors, long legs wrapped in a champagne colored trench, lips glossed, skin glowing. Her hair was bone straight tonight, falling over one shoulder. A red designer clutch swung from her hand. "You're always so dramatic with the lighting," she said with a smile, glancing around. "It's giving mood." I didn't say much. Just stepped aside and let her pass. Savannah paused to set her purse down and then turned to face me, her eyes sliding over my towel covered body. "You're quiet." I moved toward the mini bar without responding, pouring myself another bourbon. "You want anything?" I asked. "Yeah, I'll take the usual," she said, sl
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