The Billionaire's Surrogate: A BWWM Pregnancy Love Story (5 page)

“
Now
now now now Max,” she groaned in frustration.

“
You
are so impatient,” he said laughing in her ear. Her only
response was to arch upwards so that her covered vagina could rub
against his hardness.

“
Alright
alright, jeez,” he said reaching into his pajamas and palming
his penis before pulling it out and pressing it against her cotton
undies, driving her around the bend. He pressed forward into her, not
bothering to get her panties out of the way and it was the most
erotic thing that had ever happened to Christine. She felt him begin
to penetrate her, her underwear getting pushed to the side by the
simple expedient of having this large round object shoved into her.
And Max was
very
large; she had known about it but hadn’t believed that this
size was actually real. She felt so filled that she was afraid for a
second.

“
Shh,
I won’t hurt you,” Max whispered in her ear as if he
could divine her thoughts. Curiously enough, his reassurances calmed
her down, and she relaxed; letting him as deep inside her as he could
go.

“
Oh
my God,” she groaned.

“
Close
but no cigar. It's just me, Max,” Max whispered in her ear.

“
Har
har de har har,” she replied even though she could practically
feel her kidneys shifting location to make room for him.

Suddenly,
he withdrew from her completely and thrust into her again, sheathing
him to the hilt. She let out a gasp of equal parts surprise and
arousal but he didn’t give her time to recover before doing it
again. Her legs spread wider of their own accord and she arched her
back, letting him in as deep as he wanted to go. He wanted to go
deep. Christine was afraid she might never walk again if things went
on much longer.

“
Please,”
she whispered not really knowing what she was pleading for. His
tongue was in her ear again and she shivered.

“
Tell
me what you want,” he said again. Christine’s head was
spinning. Rudy never asked her what she wanted…he just gave
her what she needed; she guessed. She wrapped herself tighter around
Max and rubbed her breasts against him, wanting to feel him
everywhere. Her fingers were tingling with little shocks like she’d
been electrocuted. Her toes were curled. If she could see it, she was
sure her hair was standing on end. The electric shocks were striping
through her at seemingly greater speed and velocity, the epicenter
being the heat at the junction of her legs. She felt like she might
die from it; she needed it to stop. She needed it to never stop. Her
mouth opened and unintelligible words fell out; this followed by low
key screaming. She needed to release this energy somehow because it
seemed to be circling her body, causing chaos and confusion
everywhere it touched down.

“
Max,”
his name was punched from her throat in her agony of feeling. She
needed this expanding feeling to contract or explode and she knew he
was the key but didn’t have the words to explain. He seemed to
understand though because his rhythm sharpened and quickened, breath
escaping from his body like a runaway steam engine, his hips jerking
faster and faster into her, building up the heat, setting it up for a
conflagration that would likely consume them both. Christine let him,
lying back pliant, and heavy limbed awaiting the inevitable
explosion. When it came it still took her by surprise with how it
lifted her off the bed and contorted her body and then let her go so
she felt it as her whole being liquefied and for a moment she
understood what it means to be one with the universe.

They never did it
again. They don’t even talk about it. It’s like it never
happened.

*****

And now Max wants her
to have his baby. What the hell is she supposed to do with that?

There is a tentative
knock on the curved wall that separates the sunroom from the long
hallway.

“
What?”
she asked not looking but knowing that it's Max.

“
I
wanted to see if maybe you have questions,” he said.

Christine laughed
bitterly, “Where to start?”

Max walked into the
room and sat down tentatively opposite her, settling himself in the
chair as if he was as uncomfortable as she was.

“
Well
let me ask a question then,” he said. “Do you want to
have a baby of your own?”

“
You
know I do,” her answer was cold.

“
It's
been five years since you and Rudy broke up; you haven’t had
another steady relationship since,” he began.

“
Don’t
you-“ Christine began to snarl but Max put up his hand in a
‘hear me out’ gesture.

“
All
I’m saying is you seem to not want to put yourself in a
situation to get hurt again; but you want kids. I’m offering
you the opportunity to bring that dream to reality in a risk free
way.”

“
How
is this risk free?” Christine asked incredulously.

“
You
don’t love me, therefore I can’t break your heart. We
both want the same thing; a child, so we’re united in purpose.
I know you’re not just out for what you can get; you know you
can trust me.”

“
I
can trust you?” Christine repeated somewhat skeptically.

“
You
know you can,” Max repeated.

Christine
thought about this; if one disregarded the fact that it was a
totally
crazy idea
it did kind of make perfect
sense. After all it wasn’t like she was holding out for Mr.
Right here. He’d come, broken her heart, stomped on it, and
gone. So Mr. Common Purpose might do just fine. And at least she knew
she wouldn’t have to go chasing him for child support or worry
that he’d be a dead beat dad. Even if he turned out to have
cancer, the prognosis was good so he was also unlikely to die on
them. Plus gra didn’t seem to have a huge objection to this so…

“
We’d
need a contract or something,” she said and saw him relax into
his seat. She hadn’t realized how tense he was.

“
Of
course,” he said.

“
How
are you going to explain this to your board of directors or whoever?”
she asked.

“
Hey,
they run my company, not my life.”

“
Okay
then. When do you want to do this?” she said quite calmly
considering she was
freaking out.
They
were talking about having a baby together.

“
I
thought I could make a doctor’s appointment for later today
since you’re on board. The sooner the better right?”

“
I
guess,” she said thoughtfully. “So we’re going the
artificial insemination route?”

Max
shrugged. “Unless you want-“ he began.

“
No,”
Christine cut in quickly. “Turkey baster is just fine. No need
to blur the lines.”

“
Right
so…lawyers first and then doctors,” he said.

“
Right.”

*****

Clarence
was just not getting it. “You want to do
what
?”
he asked for the third time like he hadn’t been accepted to
Harvard Law School due to his remarkable powers of deductive
reasoning and getting the point pretty quickly.

“
Christine
and I would like to have a baby together,” Max explained again,
slowly, while Christine picked at a loose thread on her skirt.

“
Where
is this coming from?” Clarence asked again, darting a
suspicious glance at Christine as she continued to play with her
clothes and thus did not see his look.

“
It's
coming from the fact that I may not be able to have children after
next week,” he said.

“
Because
of the treatment?” Clarence said showing that he did in fact
have the power of hearing.

“
Yes,”
Max said pleased to have gotten that over with. “So we need a
contract.”

“
I
don’t actually have one ready made lying around here. We don’t
usually deal with surrogacy,” he said.

“
This
isn’t really that because we’ll both have rights to the
child,” Max clarified seeing as Christine had looked up at the
word ‘surrogacy’ with a frown.

“
Yes,
so of course it's more of a contractual agreement to have a child
together and raise it…” Clarence’s voice trailed
off helplessly.

“
Exactly,”
Max said nodding.

“
Right,
well…I’ll get my team on it and you should have copies
sent to you by tomorrow morning.”

“
Great.
Wonderful. That’s why I pay those astronomic retainer fees of
yours Clarence. You always come through.”

Clarence just nodded
miserably and ushered them out of the office.

*****

The
doctor’s appointment didn’t go much better. They had
managed to squeeze in a fifteen minute preliminary session at the
foremost fertility clinic in Boston which was just enough time for
explanations and scheduling of tests. The doctor was of the opinion
that they should wait for the results of Max’s tests before
taking such a drastic step but Max was adamant and Christine was
silently supportive so there was no more to be said. Except to find
out about Christine’s reproductive history and when exactly her
last period had been, whether she was on birth control and other
stories. Max was instructed to leave a sperm sample as well so as to
test his viability and after the extensive invasion of privacy and
personal space that the test entailed, Max and Christine were ready
to call it a day.

“
Ice
cream?” Max asked as they drove in his Bentley back to his
apartment.

“
Some
rocky road would go down real smooth right now,” she agreed.

“
Great,”
he said as he swerved into a side road that led to a tiny ice cream
shop that Christine herself had brought him to, to drown his
loneliness, when he first moved to Boston all those years ago. She’d
been ten at the time and a foremost expert on names, locations and
rankings of every single ice-cream shop in the vicinity.

They got some giant
cones to go, feeling slightly better about their day.

“
You
remember the first time you brought me here? Good times,” Max
said between licks.

“
Yep.
Those were the good ol’ days. When did life get so
complicated?” she complained.

“
Adulthood.
Who needs it right?”

“
Yeah,”
Christine agreed nostalgically. “Childhood is the best.”

“
They
say that children bring back your own childhood,” Max pointed
out.

“
Nice
segueway there,” Christine replied grinning. “I’m
actually feeling…a bit excited about this.”

“
Yeah…me
too,” Max said. “I mean if there is anyone in the world
I’d share a baby with it’d be you…okay actually
it’d be Martha but that’d be too weird and crazy so
you’re the closest substitute.”

“
You
just want your kid to be related to her,” she accused.

Max shrugged. “Guilty
as charged.”

Christine’s
head came up and her eyes widened. “Have you told your mom
about this?” she asked. “Oh my God, I forgot my child
would be related to her as well.”

“
Hey!”
Max protested.

“
What?
You’re the only one allowed to talk shit about her?”

“
Yes.”

“
Okay
fine. Fair enough. Sorry. But have you told her?”

“
There’s
no need for her to know. She’d just do her level best to stop
it and I don’t feel like dealing with her shit on top of all
the other shit in my life right now.”

Christine studied him
with a frown. “You’re really scared.”

Max shrugged. “I’m
terrified. My dad died of cancer you know.”

“
I
know…but it was liver cancer; it's non-genetic and probably
something to do with all the drinking he did,” Christine said
then grimaced. “Sorry.”

“
No…it's
fine. My parents were/are a hot mess.”

Christine shrugged.
“Whose parents aren’t? My mother is on her fourth
marriage to yet another dead beat and my father is God knows where.
For all I know he’s dead.”

“
Yeah
but your grandmother’s great.”

“
That
is true.”

Max smiled over at her.
“I’m glad we get to share her.”

“
Aha.
The ulterior motives come out,” Christine solemnly said.

Max’s sperm tests
went swimmingly and his seed was given a seal of good health.
Christine was found to be healthy and fertile with a uterus that was
ready to carry a child to term. All that was left was for her
ovulation to take place which was serendipitously imminent.

“
Let’s
do this then,” Max told the doctor eagerly. “I’m
told you can determine the sex by when the sperm is introduced in the
vagina?”

“
There
are some old wives’ tales to that effect,” Dr. Mulholland
stated as he prepared Christine for insemination.

“
Any
truth to it?” Max persisted.

“
Some,”
the doctor said in a preoccupied tone. “Why you have a
preference?”

“
I
don’t know. A daughter would be nice; but stressful. I don’t
know if I could stand by and watch her go on dates when she achieves
adolescence. Boys are great too; we could do a lot of stuff
together…I’m torn can we have one of each?” he
grinned at Christine who glared back.