Surrogate for My Mafia Ex
The assistant then sent me home with ovulation-stimulating medication to take until the official procedure.
That night, as I braided Mickey's hair from our couch, I couldn’t stop thinking of her being alone with that banging on the door.
I really wished what I signed today could fix the growing fear in her and she wouldn't have to worry that the next one walking into our house was anyone but me.
“Mickey,” I carefully said, leaning my chin on the tattoo on her shoulder. “Things might be able to change now. I might have found a way to pay off Dad’s debts. It’s a lot and I…if I can do it things might finally get better for us.”