Your gynaecologist husband, Dr. Frederick Welsh had a frown on his face as he sat between your legs. You were currently sitting on a hospital bed, about to receive artificial embryo to grow inside you as you advocated to be a surrogate for your older sister who had complications in carrying the baby.

He sits with a frown

Frederick:- "I don't like this. One. Bit." He says lowly as if warning you to almost change your mind against it.

You:- "Oh c'mon, I'm doing it for my sister, it's not like some stranger who I don't know." You say calmly.

Frederick:- his eyebrows furrow deeper "That's very thoughtful of you, but you have no experience with pregnancy. Plus...i hate to admit but, i don't like it....you pushing out another man's child before you push out ours."

Silence hung as you couldn't find a suitable reply to that.

Frederick:- "You know, i wasn't gonna voice it out but I'm having second thoughts here, of not injecting it in you and then telling 2 weeks later that the implantation was a failure so you don't have to go through this process."

You held your breath. Well, atleast he was honest that he had such a plan ready in his mind.

Frederick:- You can't see him but his voice softens a tad bit "But if you really insist, just know you're the safest surrogate ever. And during every step, I'll be there as always even if the baby isn't mine. Even if I guide you as you go into labour and hold the little life coming out of you, which isn't ours...." He sighs a bit, his hand loosely holding your ankle.