The Billionaire's Surrogate: A BWWM Pregnancy Love Story Read Free Page B

Andrea had gotten past the
Gestapo at the gate and gained entry,” he glanced at Martha as
he said Gestapo.
    “ Nope,
just lil ol’ me,” Christine said trailing in her
grandmother’s wake to the kitchen but not wanting to enter
until Max took himself off somewhere else. She did not want to be
caught in a three way discussion with her grandma’s boss. That
would just be awkward.
    “ How
kind of you to come see how I’m doing,” Max said.
    Christine raised an
eyebrow. “Now why would you think that’s why I came?”
she asked.
    Max shrugged. “I
don’t know, I just figure that beneath all the veiled hostility
is a heart that beats wildly for me,” he grinned as he said it
anticipating her ire. She just glared at him though, swirled past him
and into the kitchen.
    “ Gra
your charge has awoken,” she declared knowing that Max had
followed behind her.
    “ Good
morning Max; are you ready for your breakfast?” Martha asked.
    “ Only
if the pair of you will join me,” Max said quite charmingly.
    Martha was already
nodding her agreement so Christine couldn’t exactly tell him
where he could put his invitation but only because she was very well
bred.
    They sat down to a
fruity breakfast; after Max had consumed his customary cup of coffee,
Martha handed him a vegetable smoothie to cleanse his palate. He
grimaced over it and insisted that if he had to have one then so did
Christine.
    “ How
old are you? Five?” Christine snorted as her grandmother placed
another smoothie firmly on her place mat.
    “ Isn’t
that how old you usually say I am anyway?” Max said with a
grin. “Anyway, jokes aside I need to speak with you both and
there is no time like the present.”
    Christine opened her
mouth to point out that she was not his employee and therefore did
not need to hear his directives or whatever but her grandmother
narrowed her eyes at her and she shut her mouth.
    “ I
might have prostate cancer,” Max began and Christine’s
urge to be a nuisance instantly faded away. It was just a reflex
anyway after all these years.
    “ I’m
sorry,” she said. Her grandmother said nothing.
    “ The
doctors have advised me on treatment and my prognosis, which is
fairly good. However, after treatment, I might end up sterile or
impotent…maybe both,” he said looking down at his
smoothie.
    “ Ouch,”
Christine said.
    “ Yes,
well I don’t tell you this for your sympathy. Martha you know
that I want children,” he said. Martha nodded her head.
    “ Well
that desire hasn’t changed but my ability to have them soon
might…” his voice trailed away uncertainly.
    “ What
do you need from us?” Christine asked briskly.
    “ I
grew up with the worst mother, both of you know that. I don’t
want to subject my child to that. But I also don’t want to
condemn them to having no mother at all.”
    “ Uh
huh?” Christine said brow furrowing in confusion. She could see
why Max had wanted to talk this over with Martha, after all, she’d
literally been the only mother figure he’d ever known. But why
her?
    “ I
also…well finding the right surrogate in my position is not an
easy thing but last night I thought about something which I wanted to
run by you,” Max was looking at Christine as he said this and
she did not know why.
    “ Go
ahead,” she said.
    “ Will
you carry my child?” he asked.
    Christine dropped her
glass of smoothie…although that might not totally have been by
accident.
    “ What?”
she asked.
    “ Hear
me out,” Max said hands spread placatingly.
    “ I
am,” Christine replied calmly.
    Max opened his mouth,
and then closed it again. He took a deep breath and started again,
“You and Rudy-“
    “ Don’t
talk about Rudy,” Christine cut in curtly.
    “ Okay
then, all I meant to say was I know he hurt you badly and you haven’t
gotten involved with anyone else since,” he hastened to speak
as she opened her mouth to protest. “I’m just saying that
you…and I are both damaged goods;