Surrogate Mum Novels & Stories

He’d had an ulterior motive. Three weeks later she was in stirrups having her eggs harvested, which had hurt like a bitch, and not long after she was their surrogate. All of Bram’s medical bills were covered and she was provided the best in prenatal care. They stayed close to her throughout the pregnancy. Then the day she delivered, they walked out, and she never saw or heard from them again.

"I don't really like to talk about mine, but I'm just gonna get straight to the point." Sarah nodded in agreement, and listened to Florence begin. "I was desperate for some money so I became a surrogate mum. I was implanted with some psycho's sperm, but not the woman’s egg because she had a damaged ovary or something. I gave birth to a girl… such a beautiful sweet child..." she smiled now as if remembering just how the baby looked. "but she was taken away from me almost immediately…I didn’t even get to hold her for ten minutes before she was ripped from my arms forever.”

To her, with money, nothing was impossible. Stephanie felt as if all the strength had been drained from her body. She leaned against the desk, letting out a chilling laugh, one that sent shivers down Jamiya’s spine. "Stephanie?" Jamiya called out, worried. "Surrogacy?" Jamiya assumed her daughter was seeking confirmation and quickly nodded. "Yes! Many women nowadays choose surrogacy instead of giving birth themselves. Or, there’s always IVF…" "Mom, do you know that your niece is already pregnant with Conrad’s child?"

I am too greedy, I don't deserve to be a mother. “Shh… don't say that, they are kids, they don't know whey they are saying. You shouldn't pay attention to them, and you can be a mother.” Sebastian replied reaching for her hand “How can I be a mother without having a womb?” she asked gazing at him. “Surrogacy, people have other women's carry their child till they are born, you can try it out when you are ready to be born. But remember, you shouldn't allow those kids' words distract you, we have a lot of tasks ahead of us,”

she grunted, yanked him backward, and stood up. She ran her hands over her hair and stomped her feet. She’d connived with one of the pack members who was a doctor in the general hospital to inseminate her with Travis’s sperm. She wanted to be the surrogate mother. She needed to carry the pup. That was the only way she could penetrate Travis’s life the way she’d always dreamt about it. Who would have thought that a nonentity from the human world would be the surrogate mother? All her hard work and plans were flung to the side as though they were nothing.

Eventually my text reads, Willoughby Clinic, I am writing to express my heartfelt interest in becoming a gestational surrogate, providing the precious gift of parenthood to intended parents who dream of welcoming a child into their lives. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Emma Johnson, and I am a 20-year-old college student. My desire to become a surrogate arises from a profound sense of empathy and compassion for individuals or couples facing challenges on their path to parenthood and also from the need of finance. Throughout my life, I have strived to maintain excellent physical and emotional health. I have undertaken extensive research and self-education on the surrogacy process, i

“Sometimes we have to lose something before we understand its worth.” I felt like I was going to throw up. I was standing there carrying Noah’s actual child while this woman, this polished ghost from the altar, was being reintroduced like she never left. I turned to Estelle. “So I’m just the stand-in?” “You’re the surrogate,” she said calmly. “Let’s not complicate the titles.” Charles looked bored. Catherine looked smug. Noah looked like he wanted to evaporate. “I think we’re done here,” I said, turning toward the door.

No texts, emails, or a sorry-I-left-you-with-my-baby carrier pigeon—nothing. “How are you feeling, Mom?” another nurse asked. “I’m not her mom,” I protested weakly. “I mean, I had her, but she’s not mine. I’m just—” “Do you have a name, Mom?” My forehead twitched in annoyance as I glanced up from my phone. Are these people deaf? How many times do I have to tell them I’m not her mother? “I’m not Mom. I’m…Simone. I’m just the surrogate, and her father should be here soon.”

And just like that, they breach the contract which she signed with them and if only she had money to sue them, everything would have been easy. But she had no money. No help. No future. And now, she had three mouths to feed. She looked down at the small cribs beside her. The babies slept peacefully. Their little chests rising and falling in . They had no idea of the world's cruelty. No Idea that their father didn't even know they existed. Tears filled Avery’s eyes. She wasn't ready for this. She never wanted to be a mother in the first place. She had agreed to be a surrogate because she needed the money for her mother's surgery. But her mother had died anyway, and now she was stuck with thre

“What’s really going on?” “Nothing, Mom. Everything’s fine.” “Mia Katherine Lawrence, don’t lie to your dying mother.” The name Katherine hits me like a punch. My mother’s name is Catherine. Similar enough to make my chest tight. “I’m working for him as a surrogate,” Mia admits. “Carrying his baby. The money is paying for your treatment.” Linda’s eyes widened. Then narrow. “And you didn’t think to discuss this with me first?” “You would have said no.”