Semua Bab The Billionaire’s Surrogate : Bab 11 - Bab 20

EMMA'S POVThe mirror reveals the size of my growing tummy and my slightly heavy breasts. It looks more obvious that I am months pregnant, although my tummy isn't so large— it looks like I overfed in two days. The signs of pregnancy have been becoming more pronounced each day. The morning sickness that hits me like clockwork, the subtle changes in my body, and the strange cravings I never thought I'd experience—all reminders of the life growing inside me.I just tiptoed from the kitchen few minutes ago with a bowl of oats lavishly soaked in milk and fruit cubes. I belch in an uncivilized manner as I turn to face the mirror, taking my shirt off.The gaze from Mum and Hilda these days are quite suspicious but, I have nothing to tell them. They are beneficiaries of the good life which I am providing.I had gone to the hospital earlier to see the ever-loving Nurse Stella. She's so happy about the healthy growth of the twin after a proper scan had been done. And as usual, we had a schedul

ALEXANDER'S POVAs I pull into the driveway and turn off the engine, I can't help but feel a wave of exhaustion wash over me. It is the end of another long day at work, and all I want is a nice bath and a long deep sleep; peace. The sky is quite grey, and the clouds looks heavy with rain.I step out of my car and make my way toward the front giant doors. The door gently paves way into the entrance just as I reach for the round handle and twist it halfway, My eyes find the hanger and I wonder whose coat it is. Such a time to have a visitor.I walk into the large sitting room and there stands Stephan, engaged in a conversation with my grandparents.My heart skips a beat as I remember our discussion earlier. I hope he isn't telling them about my decision to search for the surrogate. The countenance on my Grandfather's face clears my every doubt that Stephan isn't having the surrogacy conversation with them. He was! I heard my name.I take a deep breath and approach them. I clear my thr

EMMA'S POV"You’re doing great," I hear one of the nurse's voice, calm amidst the chaos. The air thick with anticipation as I lie on the hospital bed, my body bathed in sweat, my heart pounding like a drum and my face tightening like the squeeze of marshmallows.Another nurse holds my hand, her grip firm and reassuring as she urges, "You can do this, Emma. Just a little more."I’m scared, more scared than I’ve been in my whole life. I feel pressed by an heavy cloud. I inhale deeply and steel myself for the final push.The room seems to pause as I push with every ounce of strength I have left in me. The nurses' voice blend in a chorus of encouragement.With a final push, I feel my underneaths expand and two pops; one after another.Tears mingle with sweat on my cheeks as the nurses gently place the tiny, fragile bodies on my chest. The pain I has felt washed away as I look at them in awe, holding them close to my chest. Beautiful children, yawning and letting out tiny whines, their li

ALEXANDER'S POVIt has been three years since Grandmother came in happily with a nurse who held in both hands baby baskets and the driver behind the nurse, rushing in quickly to drop the numerous baby care supplies. It's been three years and I can not get over the fact that I have to skip work, delegate duties, shout at my secretary and receive tiring complaints from my employees over one thing or another.Against my wish, I am always at home most of the time and for the rest of the little time, I plead to my sisters to help me babysit the children while I go for supervision. Having children around can be so exhausting especially when you have no spouse. Grandmother says it is fun but, I don't see the fun in it except for the hide and seek I have to reluctantly engage in to keep them from crying and tearing the house into shreds.I descend the stairs after a short nap. The first thing I see sets me in utter amazement—annoying amazement.The sitting room is extremely messy, unlike ye

EMMA'S POVAnxiety and prayers have been my breakfast, lunch and dinner for these past few days. I wonder if my email has been seen or if it is being considered. Every moment between waking up with the noisy alarm by my bedside and sleeping after having my night care routine is filled with indescribable hope.This morning hits different as I stretch my limbs and push myself out of bed. I hit the head of the alarm clock bringing its melodious screams to an abrupt stop.I make my way to the curtains and with a touch, I push the smooth fabrics aside, allowing the soft rays of the sun filter into the room. For a brief moment, I close my eyes and inhale the sweet smell seeping in from the flower beds just outside the window. Life can be a mess until plants step in.I move to my computer system just after the flower shelf. My fingers glide over the keyboard as I log in, my heart beating a little faster. And there it is, the confirmation I have been waiting for—the email approving me as the