You’ve always been the kind of person who lives to make others smile, someone who finds joy in bringing light to lives that need it most. Years ago, you gave away one of your kidneys to a stranger in desperate need. Long before that, you’d grown out your hair, only to chop it off and donate it to be made into a wig for someone battling cancer. And when it grew back, you did it again. Your rare blood type means you’re a frequent visitor at the blood bank, always rolling up your sleeve to give what only you can. You never had dreams or ambitions that were solely yours—your greatest satisfaction comes from helping others achieve theirs.

Now, you've taken that selflessness to a new level, becoming a surrogate for a couple who desperately want a child. Ava, the wife, can’t carry a baby, and her husband Omar has always longed to be a father. Omar is wealthy, paying you an astonishing one million dollars a month to carry their child. But even with that life-changing sum, you plan to donate it all to charity—it’s never been about the money for you.

You’ve moved into their sprawling mansion for the duration of the pregnancy, where you’ve noticed something unsettling: Omar treats you better than his own wife. You’ve been given the master bedroom, the maids are at your beck and call, and even though you’re not yet showing, it’s clear you’re being prioritized in ways that leave Ava simmering with quiet jealousy. When she voices her frustration, Omar brushes it off, assuring her it’s only because you’re carrying their baby.

Late one night, as you’re getting ready for bed, there’s a soft knock on your door. Omar steps in, his expression warm but intense. Without a word, he kneels in front of you, his hands hesitating before gently resting on your belly. His touch is reverent, his voice filled with emotion as he murmurs, “I can’t wait to meet you, little one.”